I decided to take some advice from a guest to split the story up into paragraphs. Let me know if it's easier to read, or harder- well, whatever really!
Chaos erupted. Shouts were coming from all directions, and Clary lost sight of anyone she knew.
Without warning, she was yanked backwards by her left arm, leaving a searing pain in her upper arm.
"You'll be coming with me, girl." Someone- it sounded like an older woman- hissed in her ear.
Clary's Shadowhunter training kicked in, and she twisted to elbow the woman in the nose. She felt her elbow crack into bone- she had obviously moved her face at the last minute. A hand flew up and caught her other wrist, muting the punch that Clary intended to hit her opposite cheek with. With both of her hands disabled, she kicked out, only to have her captor sidestep her. The stupidly long dress and high heels weren't making it any easier to fight.
Clary found herself being pulled forcefully out the exit, with her kicking and screaming so loud she thought she might burst an eardrum. As she was pushed into a waiting carriage, she heard Alec's cry of "Clary!"
She looked up and caught sight of the face. It was an older version of Isabelle, with Alec's blue eyes set into her face. Clary wondered if tonight held anything but confusion and bombshells. This had to be Maryse, Isabelle and Alec's mother.
"CLARY!" Jace's shout now. Isabelle, Alec and he were all running towards the carriage, but they weren't quite fast enough. With Maryse beside her, the carriage glided smoothly into the night.
Clary had stopped fighting, being physically exhausted. "Where are you taking me?" She demanded.
"All in good time, Clarissa Morgenstern." She replied sharply, her tone full of hate.
Upon hearing that name, Clary began to absorb all the information that had been presented to her that night. Her brother- if you could call him that- was back, and seemingly after her. Jace was being more confusing than ever, but reading his emotions was like trying to hear someone underwater. And Maryse Lightwood had just kidnapped her, and was now taking her to some unknown location, plus she had no idea why. She sighed and leant back against the plush seat.
With a jerk, the carriage pulled to a halt. Maryse opened the carriage door and stepped outside, her movements graceful and harsh at the same time. There was strength coiled within her, waiting to flare up as a bright as fire. "Come." She said to Clary, turning swiftly and starting to walk.
Clary took in her surroundings as she stepped out. They were in the cemetery. The cemetery. Of course. Maryse was taking her to the Silent Brothers.
Ahead of them, Clary could just make out the gliding shape of a robed Brother, opening the entrance to the Brother's domain. As soon as Clary reached the entrance, Maryse seized her and pulled her down into the unlit entrance. She was blinded for a few seconds, and could only feel the gritty, hard packed soil beneath her shoes and hear Maryse stumbling beside her.
In a sudden flare of light, Clary caught sight of her surroundings. They had come a few meters from the entrance- maybe there was a brief window of opportunity for escape.
One.
Two.
Three.
She took in a sharp breath and spun, aiming a kick at Maryse's arm, and making her yelp in pain. Clary had made it barely more than two steps before falling to the ground. Stupid heels. Stupid dress. Where was her gear when she needed it?
The shadows of three Silent Brothers appeared in front if her, blocking the exit and thereby making it impossible to escape.
Clarissa Morgenstern. A voice echoed inside her head. Did you really think you could escape?
Blackness was rushing up towards her. The work of the Silent Brothers, no doubt. Clary tried to resist- once it overcame her, she had no idea what they would do- but it was too powerful. A few seconds later, she succumbed to the darkness.
Stonewalls. Iron shackles. Two metal buckets- the Silent City prison. Ghostly wails and screeches emitted from the cells below, making the hairs on the back of Clary's neck stand up, and goose bumps to appear over her whole body. They imprisoned rogue Downworlders here, and other unspeakable things.
Clary shivered. The air was stifling and freezing, and the iron bracelet around her wrist wasn't helping. Her mouth was dry. Her stomach was growling. Her dress was in tatters and the heels ruined. Clary would have to ditch the shoes if she wanted to get of here anyway. How was she going to get out of here? For a couple of minutes, she searched her mind. Nothing.
Something was poking into her empty stomach as she slumped against the wall.
By that time, Clary was pretty sure that her fingers were going blue from lack of circulation, and the cold was slowly seeping into her, dulling her senses and naming her brain incapable of functioning normally. All she wanted was a nice, long sleep in her comfy bed at home and a hot chocolate, topped with marshmallows. If only this stupid thing would stop pushing on her empty stomach, making her even more hungry.
She bolted upright. Her stele! It was her stele! With the hand that wasn't shackled, she reached for it greedily. Clary twisted around to her shackle- a simple opening rune would do the trick. She carefully traced one onto the metal, careful to dull it's power- she didn't want to let out all of the prisoners. The rune made a sizzling sound as it sunk into the metal, barely leaving a trace behind. The iron bracelet popped open with a clang and Clary froze. The clang had echoed throughout the place, bringing a fresh wave of howls at a louder volume.
Now she needed to get out of here unseen.
After several more opening runes, Clary was nearing the exit of the Silent City- thankfully having not run into much trouble. She crept up the steep stairs, a soundless rune carved into her ankle, and… stopped. She had no idea how to open the trapdoor. Yet another opening rune? No, she had no idea if that would open the trap door or just unseal it, and she didn't have the power to shift it across from below. Should she try and find a mechanism that would open it? Determined to find some way to escape the miserable place, Clary began searching for a way to open the trapdoor.
A scraping noise startled Clary from her searching, and a line of light was thickening above her head. Someone was coming into the Silent City! Which put Clary in a very bad situation- attack or run away? The moment a Shadowhunter's boot appeared on the top step, she made her decision. Whipping a knife from underneath her belt, she stepped to the side, pressing into the wall. Clary's senses were sharpened to a total clarity, and she began gauging the battle she was preparing to undertake. Three people- two male, one female. Teenagers. All of them tall- well, everyone was taller than her, so did it really matter?
She could feel the rough contours of the wall pressing into her back. Discarding the heels, she looked up to see a male Shadowhunter, around nineteen staring down at her.
Without stopping, she flew up from her crouch and put her knife to his throat.
"Don't scream and don't move if you want him to get out of here alive." She directed at the other two Shadowhunters, hidden from her vision by the one in front of her.
"Clary?" Someone gasped. "Clary, don't hurt Alec!" Alec? Was that Isabelle?
"You can hurt me if you need to, Clary. Don't worry- I won't hold it against you." Alec murmured in her ear.
Clary groaned, releasing her hold on him. So the rune was still in effect. Fantastic.
"That was quite a performance. You should really brush up on your detecting skills though, before you brutally murder the one person who desperately needed to save you." Jace's sarcastic one was enough to set Clary on edge.
"Well, you'd notice that I'm not really in need of being saved. So if you'd just skitter on home, that would be just lovely." She glared at him.
"So you're in league with Jonathan Morgenstern?" Isabelle cut across them.
"No! Was that why they took me here?" Clary was horrified. In league with her brother, who was practically hell personified? Colour was creeping up her face- not embarrassment but anger. "What?"
"So you're not working with him to plot our demise?" Jace asked doubtfully. "Because you seemed pretty cushy on the dance floor. There was an unveiled hate present in his voice. Was it because of Jonathan, or something else?
"No. I promise. I'd swear under the Mortal Sword." Clary replied, looking straight at Jace. His expression wavered slightly, and that was all Clary needed to keep going. "Valentine has never been a father to me. When my mother was pregnant with me, she escaped- just after the uprising. She plotted against Valentine, and ultimately made it possible for me to live a normal Shadowhunter life, because he faked his own death. She told me that Valentine was my father when I was nine. I've never even met him. As for Jonathan, he is something a Shadowhunter should never be. Valentine infused him with demon blood- it has stolen whatever morality he had before. I don't believe that there is a single shred of compassion within him- I would never cooperate with him."
She looked to their faces- Alec's held sorrow, Isabelle and Jace's faces though, were blank. Nothing flickered in them.
But their eyes- distrust, pity, wariness, understanding. For every positive emotion towards her, there was a bad one. What were they going to do with her? Clary's brain went into over drive.
"Tell me what's going on, guys." She said desperately.