Is Clary safe?

Clary froze. She didn't know what to do. Should she make a run for it and find help. Or does she confront the person who is in her room. She glanced towards her bedroom door it was only a few feet away. Clary inhaled a few deep breaths and dashed to the door. She twisted the key but the door wouldn't unlock, she kicked and screamed for help. She couldn't bring herself to turn around she was too frightened. "Jace! Jace!" she screamed. "Get me out of here! Jace!" There was no response, other than the sound of her own breathing it was silent. Until a disturbing laugh came from behind her.

Clary spun around but couldn't see anyone. She ran over to her cabinet and grabbed a sword. She focused as she looked around her room. She was stood in the centre and focused on her bed, she did a 360° turn and thought her room was clear until a set of large hands wearing think leather gloves her grabbed her from behind. One hand went over her mouth to muffle her screams and the other forced her arm behind her back causing Clary to drop her sword leaving her completely unarmed and defenceless.

Clary struggled and tried to fight her attacker off but it was no use. A stern voice sent chills down Clary's spine.

"Clarrisia Morganstine, Daughter of Valentine. We finally meet. Struggling will not help you Clarrisia you can either comply or I shall force you too. Either way there is no escape."The voice was definitely male. Clary tried to get free but the Man just laughed. "Don't be foolish child. There is no need to make this any harder than it has to be. You see Clarissia your farther was in debated to me and since he is no longer here to fulfilled that debt I am taking matters in to my own hands to ensure I receive what I am entitled to."

Clary tried to scream against his hand but she knew that her muffled voice was not comprehendible. She used her free hand to try and elbow her attacker but he barley even flinched. She lifted up her left leg and managed to kick him on his kneecap. His grip loosened on Clary and she managed to break free. She stumbled forward and clung on to the side of her bed to catch her breath. However seconds later large arms hauled her backwards and the man spoke again this time he had a different voice , a soft familiar voice. Clary spun herself around to see who was speaking. Tears welled up in her eyes. It was Jace.

At first Clary was bewildered but then her brain kicked it. "I'm not falling for that, I know it's not the real Jace it's just a glamour." she said. the man still had a solid grip on Clary. He pushed her out of his arms and sniggered. A twisted smile appeared across his face. "Well then Clarissia who would you prefer me to be? Simon perhaps, I've already had practice of being him." with a click of his fingers he morphed in to Simon. He laughed again "Or how about a less friendly face?" he asked. With each click of his fingers his appearance changed from valentine to Sebastian followed by the form of many demons and forsaken she had battled.

"Show me your face you coward!" Clary snapped. The Man moulded back into the form of a black mass, a standing darkness. "Do it show me your face!" Clary demanded.

"Why would I do that Clarissia? This is much more fun." he hissed. With one more click of his fingers the man formed into one more person. Upon seeing his face the tears which Clary was so desperately holding back streamed down her face. She net down on to the floor. The world slipped away. Part of Clary hopped he was real.

"Max" Clary whispered. "she took in the young boys appearance. The world slipped away. All Clary wanted to do was pull him close and hold him tightly. Once Clary looked at his head she saw that he was bleeding heavily. She tried to talk but it was too overwhelming. Reality dawned on Clary not only was she looking at Max. She was seeing how Max looked moments before his death. "Max, I'm so sorry, this should have never happened."

As Clary moved closer to him he quickly moved and before she could react she felt a piercing pain in her neck and felt a fluid moving through her body. She had been injected by something. Within seconds Clary lost all focus, her eyes were drifting open and closed and her head was spinning. The last thing she saw was the glamorised Max laughing at Clary's fallen body.

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