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(a bit gory)
Once at Clary's side. Jace gently shook her. Clary's eyes fluttered open, she tried to lift her head but didn't have the strength. Jace placed his hand on Clary's cheeks, he lifted her head and place a soft sweet kiss on her lips. Jace looked into Clary's eyes, she could barely keep them open. "Come on Clary, I'll carry you downstairs and get you checked over." she nodded slightly and outstretched her legs. as Jace leant down to hook his arms under her legs he realised...
Clary's leg's where no longer side by side they where parted. "Clary, I thought you said you couldn't move your l..." before Jace finished his sentence he was thrown backwards against a wall. His head throbbed with pain, he slumped to the floor but quickly got back up again. he placed his hand against the wall to steady himself, Jace looked across the room Clary was no longer curled up on the floor instead she was stood drumming her fingers against the wall. Jace shook his head "Clary why did you do that? Arrr my head.." Jace raised his hand and touched the back of his head, it was bleeding. thick scarlet blood oozed from the cut and dripped off his hand. Suddenly Clary's small hand where clasped around Jace's neck. Her fingernails cut into Jace's skin. He could feel blood clotting in the back of his throat as he opened his mouth to speak two thin lines of Blood trickled down from his lips. his eyes widened as he looked towards Clary.
The look on Clary's face sent shivers down Jace's spine. "Jonathan, we finally meet." her voice was harsh and cold. Her gripped tightened as she laughed. "Your weak, just like valentine said. Weak and Pathetic!" Clary spat towards Jace before throwing him to the floor.
Jace finally realised it wasn't Clary it was a glamour. Jace turned and coughed up blood it streamed out of his mouth. He rolled other so he ways laid on his back. As he looked up it was no longer Clary stood in front of him, It was the same black mass which he had seen through the portal. As Jace tried to struggle to his feet but was quickly flat on his back again when a powerful blow connected with his stomach. A Large black hand gripped Jace's head and slammed it against the floor.
Jace's vision began to blur. As he was finally able to focus. The Mass Changed again into one final face. A face that the warlock used against Clary. It was Max. Jace was too disorientated to comprehend the room around him. Finally a small familiar voice began to speak. "Look at me brother. Look at my face! you did this to me Jace. You where weak blinded by that girl! Now she won't have you to run after her. The angel should have never brought you back Herondale. I'm going to send you back where you belong." That was the last thing Jace heard before a foot stamped down on Jace's head, cracking his skull sending him into the darkness.
