AN: I guess this is where I apologize for not updating but really if y'all knew my life and only iWriteNaked does you wouldn't be too mad at me.
Jace
After roll call Pigeon seemed lost in thought. And a little freaked. She spaced out during class. Not that I could blame her I never payed attention either. I'd already learnt it all anyways and that's not why I'm here. Not to learn but to spy. That's what father wanted. And I had been delaying it by hanging out with Clary. I didn't want the mission to end. It was my first one and I wanted to stay here. Pigeon's my best friend, myfirstfriend. I couldn't just leave. But I can't make father suspicious.
So after class as I turned towards Clary to ask her what's wrong. And as I turn my seat is yanked out from under me. While I'm lying on my back I look up to see the asshole who did it, thinking it was Jonathan, I start to glare at the person. And there's Pidge on her knees laughing her arse off. Oh. It was her. That calls for some serious payback.
"Clary?" I say as calmly as possible. She looks up surprised probably by her name and my tone of voice.
"Y-yes?" She asks. But she hasn't got over her laughs and she double over again. And while she's preoccupied I sit up as fast as I can. And wrap my arms around her while from the back. And she freezes. Then trembles. Why would she do that? Before I get sidetracked I whisper. "You're going to pay for that."
I stand up swiftly and exit the class and as I turn back I see Jonathan with a pissed off look on his face and Clary's face was a little scared as she watched me exit. I smile at her and flick Jon off and get out of there.
I decide to skip the rest of the day to see what's up with this school. I run to the restroom and put on a Glamour. The one were mundanes can't see me but ones of the Clave can. And downworlders if they try hard enough. I get out of the bathroom fast. Good the halls haven't cleared yet. I walk down them and no one even glances my way. Okay so either i just got a really big deflated ego or they can't see me. I'm going with the latter cause yeah. I see Pigeons flaming Red hair and I walk past her. I glance behind me and she looking right at me.
Okay, so Pidge can see me. Does that means she has Clave blood? But if she did why would she not have runes on her. She asked me about the scars before. I thought she was talking about the ones father gives me but what if she was talking about the ones from old runes. I had told her I got in trouble with a gang once. I don't think she believed me but I wasn't going to burden her with what father does to me.
As I walk out of the school walls without another glance in my direction. I think.
'I knew she was special.'
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AN: I only will say this once so there is violence in this story. It kinda goes into detail not really. But whatever. Im not warning you cause I don't want to spoil when it happens. Cause I hate when authors do it after the first time on here.
I walk through the Herondale manor and make my way to the library.
When I walked in there my father was writing in one of the many journals he kept. I cleared my throat. And he looked up.
"Jonathan. What are you doing here?" I shudder at my real name. And i'm sure my face twitches and he notices.
"You know how I feel about that ridiculous nickname you have. You name is Jonathan. Not Daice or Payce or whatever you like to be called."
"Jace. My name is Jace." I insist.
"Jonat-" he sighs. " do not disrespect me. tell me what you are here for."
"What? A boy can't come and visit his father. It's bad enough you've got me looking in on this ridiculous mission when you very obviously can send yourreal son. Or shall I saymutant to it. There's nothing wrong with this school. They just have weird teaching-"
Slap. My head snaps to the side. And pains sear through my cheek.
"DON'T talk bad about your brother like that!"
My brother. As if. More like asshole. Enemy. Parent murderer. What ever you like to call it. I prefer The Mutant. Father gave him an extra dose of demon blood so he's extrascarier and more lethal. That's why father sends him on all the missions.
I'd never met him before but I'd walked in on father talking to someone about him and at first I thought he'd been talking about me. I ran away and he captured me again and he told me the real story. The Mutant (I don't no his real name) got away one day and father couldn't stop him and then proceeded to murder my parents and in a way of saying, I'm sorry my son murdered you and now your son is an orphan, father adopted me when I was a child.
Great, yeah? No. But I'm over it. I guess, not really, cause if I ever saw the son of a bitch or shall I say son of a bastard (hahaha) I'd kill him. Anyway why am I here? Oh yeah.
"I'm actually here for a reason not just to bicker with you about the bastard."
Father roared. "You're more of a bastard than he is! Now tell me what it is and get out of my sight." I thought about it.
"I put a glamour on myself today and walked down the halls to see if anyone would see me." He raises his eyebrows.
"And no one saw me exc-..." I close my mouth quickly. I had a feeling I shouldn't tell him about Clary.
"Exc? Except? Except what?! Someone saw you. Who?"
"No one. not one glance my way." He stared at me. And he stood up and walked slowly towards me. "Jonathan Christopher Herondale if you don't tell me write now we're going to my office now." (Selection Trilogy reference. woowoo Maxon!)
I hold his stare. I don't care I wouldn't betray my one and only friend to my father. Even if it meant getting beaten.
He grab me and pulls me out of the library and down the hall to his office. AKA my torture chamber. Like literally he uses the library for his study and has cleared the room so it has nothing in there but my bloodstains and the weapons on the wall.
He pushes me down and tears my shirt off and goes to his favorite weapon. It's a sort of whip with spikes in it and he dips it in demon poison. The angel in my blood reacts terribly with it.
As he brings it down I cringe in anticipation and first it whips across my back and then the spikes puncture in and release the poison. It hurts. Like ALOT. But I don't cry out. It makes it worse. I swear he's a masochist or something. Getting off on his son torture. It lashes and digs in again. And again. 5 times and then he stops.
"Who saw you?" He snarls. The pain is still bearable I won't sell out Clary.
"No one." I gasp out.
He lashes again and by the amount of blood on the floor it looks like he's down it a good 10 or 15 more times. And the poison starts to set in.
"Who saw you?!" He screams. By now telling him won't save me and definitely not Clary. I don't no why but I care so much for her.
The demon poison acts as an unraveling to the angel in my blood. Like having Someone Splice your DNA and later on taking the DNA back out. It jerks my body and my arms give out which were the only thing holding me up. I fall to the ground and a heat burns my body. Every nerve ending is a flame not just on my back but inside me too. As the poison unravels my blood. I scream out. I try and stop but it hurts to bad. I open my eyes which I closed on the 8th or 9th strike and look at my father.
He sees I'm not gonna answer and he throws the whip down. I see something behind him. A flash of red. What?
"Clary." I mutter which turns into a scream when the poison hits my head. I cry out ad clutch my head but keep my eyes open to watch him. He stops what he was doing which was him going to get the stele so he could continue. He turns around and sees her. She looks terrible tears running down her face. But no they aren't tears of salt water. Blood pours from her eyes. Kind of like that Bloody Mary episode on Supernatural. But then she looks at me and then turns to him and says "Master. I think he's had enough of that. Let me have a go at him." Except it wasn't that it sounded more like "anoubandet . khnhom kit tha keat mean krobkrean noh . saum aoy khnhom mean tow keat muoy ." But for some reason I understood. (AN: this is the language of Khmer don't ask I just scrolled through google translate and was like hmmm this looks like a demonic language. No offense to you Khmerians out there)
What? Clary worked for my father this couldn't be happening. I had went through all of this for her. My mind whirls as my blood pounds and jumps reacting to the poison. I look down and vomit. Eeew. it's black and red. I look at her and the pounding in my head is reaching a splitting ache in my skull and I black out.
AN: I had this mostly wrote and could have ended it a million times but I didn't and I wrote most of the violent scene at my high school scrimmage game when my sister passed out and my phone deleted it cause I didn't save cause I had ran over to where she was.
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