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"What do you mean your Valentines brother... I never knew he had one." Clary asked. Looking at the man she could clearly see the resemblance, the man's build and face structure was just the same as valentines. He had thick brown hair and green eyes. Just from seeing his appearance Clary could tell he was not the kind of person you would pick a fight with. He had large muscles and was clearly very strong. Clary starred at the man until he spoke again.

"I'm Valentines younger half brother. Much like you I was not raised as a shadowhunter so therefore I was not known to anyone within the shadow world. This meant I was the perfect person for you fathers experiments after your mother left" He said. He looked towards his niece. "Your mother did not know of my existence, but I knew of hers. that's all you need to know for now."

Clary shook her head "No I need to know more. Why am I here? and where is Issabelle?" Clary demanded. The man let out a slow chuckle. "Ahh Clarissia I see your just like your mother. You need not to worry about Issabelle, she is currently been taken home safely. I only used her now I'm down with her she is no use nor interest to me. But of course I wiped her memory, I can't have her telling all my plans now can I. That would be rather foolish" He said. The man got up and walked to the door.

Clary shot up and ran towards him, as he opened the door and stepped out Clary tried to follow but hit an invisible wall preventing her from going any further. Clary punched the invisible force and quickly realised a spell had been used to trap her in the room. "Why are you doing this to me? I never supported my father and I have not done anything wrong against you." Clary asked.

"you need not worry at this moment in time. Your bathroom door has been unlocked, there are plenty of clothes in the wardrobe and some art supplies in the draws. I shall not harm you Clarissia." and that was the last thing he said before leaving the room with Clary trapped inside.

Clary Turned around again and looked around the room. Although she was practically a prisoner she found slight comfort in the fact the room resembled her real one. She walked over to the bathroom door and gently pushed it open. The bathroom was plain and very similar to hers. Rather than being full of half empty shampoo bottles all it contained was a bottle of shower gel, shampoo and conditioner as well as a small pile of towels, a tooth brush and toothpaste. As Clary looked around the room she could tell the man wasn't planning on letting Clary leave for quite a long time.

Clary came back out of the bathroom and sat down on the edge of the bed. 'Why would somebody kidnap her yet still make her comfortable and not harm her' she thought. Feeling exhausted Clary swung her legs on to the bed. She sat up against the pillows, she desperately needed to sleep, but every bone in her body ached, and her head pounded each time she moved. Clary was too scared to go to sleep so she sat on the bed staring at the blank sheet of nothingness which was outside her window.