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Jace POV
There was something soft underneath Jace.
Really soft, and kind of squishy, like a pillow.
But it didn't feel like a pillow. No, there was something that did resemble the cloth pillow cases Jace was accustomed to feeling beneath him but the rest of it was smooth, like silk. Maybe it was a silk pillow case, though why a pillow case was underneath him Jace had no idea.
He was dead tired and sore, so sore, so instead of heaving himself off of the thing he let himself lay there. When he gained enough strength he let his hands wander over it, trying to decipher what exactly that Silky Thing was, and enjoying the feel of it quite a bit.
There was this little curve, like a dip, and Jace placed his hand on top of it. Slowly and cautiously- who knew if the Silky Thing could bite- he moved it up, his hand brushing more silk before fetching up against course fabric. Jace placed his hand on that and fingered this wire-like object underneath the fabric.
Strange. Not a pillow then.
Moving his hand higher,he found another curve, this one larger then the last. It almost felt as if a clump of feathers had bunched together inside the pillow case-had this been an actual pillow case- and Jace found his large hand could cover most of its expanse. In fact, it felt quite nice. Pliable almost. Like the swell of flesh Jace usually found on a woman's chest...
And that's when Jace remember where he was, what had just happened, and who he was with. Fed by his shock Jace hopped off of the Silky Thing and stared at it- confirming his worst doubts.
Clarissa Morgenstern was laying on the ground, where Jace had just been.
She was the Silky Thing.
And she was unconscious.
So technically Jace just molested her.
Her skin and curves Jace's hands had the pleasure of caressing, her bra the course fabric his fingers fetched up against so unfortunately.
And oh. Thinking back Jace wished he could do it again, but with him knowing the Silky Thing was Clarissa, and that Clary knew he was doing it, liked that he was doing it. How he'd like to throw away that course white fabric right under the...red, blaring mark on her upper left breast.
No, it couldn't be.
The mark Jace had seen on Jonathon's chest was on Clary's as well and a bold dark red;almost exactly like Clarissa's hair. It was strange how the colour washed out her pale skin into a milky, dead colour, her hair looking much more vibrant and mystical. The demonic rune, for none in the Gray Book would look like this, was pulsing steadily, like a drum, or a heart beat. On a whim Jace moved closer to Clary, leaning down to place his fingers on her neck, just over her pulse. With each 'thump' he felt there was a flash. And it was slow, Jace guessed it was because she was sleeping.
He told himself it was to make sure his whim was correct when he leaned down and placed his ear on her chest-her heart. But it was somewhat due to the fact he wanted to feel her silky skin once again. Regardless, the rune was almost directly beneath him and Jace felt the abrupt flashes enter his vision; frying his brain.
There was a thump, and a flash
The another thump,flash
And then-it sped up.
Thump-thump, flash-flash
thump-thump thump-thump-
The rhythmic pounding was cut off by a beautiful, husky voice.
"What, in the Angel's name, do you think you're doing?"
Isabelle POV
It was dim in the front hallway of the Penhallow's house when Isabelle woke up. A golden light was streaming through the crescent window hovering above their front door. Its cast iron bars, a design of spokes on a wheel, was cutting shadows that stretched all the way down to the turn in the hallway, at the end. Isabelle was tied up- still coiled in her whip, slumped against the red walls.
The carpet beneath her was scratchy and a thick, dark, black.
It frustrated Isabelle dearly.
So did the fact that Jonathon and Sebastian were conversing directly in front of her. Had they been yelling-like earlier- Izzy wouldn't have minded. Watching people get angry was fun. But no, they were talking through their plans-plans Isabelle should not have been hearing and that only meant one thing.
They were going to kill her.
"We need her back to complete the bind, you know that."Jonathon said while leaning...no lounging against the wall. He picked up an umbrella from the nearby coat rack and studied it. He seemed satisfied by the metal-tipped ending.
"Yes, but I never said I agreed for this completion of the bind. Jonathon," Sebastian nudged him and Jonathon looked up, his obsidian eyes flashing. "You know I didn't want this. Overpower the Clave from the inside. You don't need her."
Jonathon just chuckled darkly. "You don't actually have a brain-do you?" Jonathon tapped Sebastian's forehead with the umbrella tip. "It's just a hallow little cavity up there, pretending to be something it's not." He lowered the umbrella and Isabelle watched his eyes harden. "I wanted her dead before she even came out of the womb. I hate her- would've drowned those pretty little curls in the kitchen sink any day, any time. But I need her."
"No," Sebastian huffed out, seemingly exasperated. "Jonatho-"
"I need her!" Jonathon roared, discarding the umbrella. Isabelle watched as it twirled from his hands and crashed to the ground. "She has everything I could have had, had father not been so obsessed with her! Don't you see, Sebastian! I'm not stopping at the Clave, not even Idris. I'm looking at the world!"
Sebastian paled.
"The world. Run by demon's and shadowhunters like me. Maybe even different world's if we can get to them. I am going to be the ruler of you all. And nothing's going to stop me."
Isabelle wondered when that damned Clave member was going to get back from his day long walk and capture these two idiots. But she still didn't get something...
"Why do you need Clary for that?" Isabelle heard herself say, as if she were separated from her body.
"Because," Jonathon started, turning towards her. "Clary is almost a full angel. And demon's have always been drawn to their...inner light. If I had her...I'd rule them all. Every single demon there was would come crawling if I called, wanting to just sense the innocence of her. I'd be in command of a full blown army, just waiting to fight for our acceptance. I'd-I- I'd have powers beyond my control." His eyes had a mischievous glint to them, one Isabelle wanted to smack right out.
"So this rune you drew. The binding. It'll take those powers from Clary? Why not just keep her at your side, make her help you? And why do you need her to activate it? " Isabelle gasped suddenly. "Is she going to become a mundane?"
Jonathon chuckled again. God she hated his laugh. It was like a throaty, deep voiced kid had just emerged from puberty and the sound was so scratchy it was like rubbing this goddamned carpet in your ears. " By the demon Lilith, you talk a lot. No. She's too much an angel now. The rune would drain her in a matter of hours. And for the activation ceremony I assume you've read about it?"
And then it hit Isabelle. This rune wasn't just to bind, but kill. To drain Clary of her entire essence. And to activate it they needed...
"Her blood."
Clary POV.
Why he was face down in her chest, Clary had no idea.
Why it made her heart pound, Clary hoped it was disgust.
Jace's hair was shining white with the light glaring through it, his eyes a dark gold as he lifted his head to stare at her. Her whole body was so sore, she couldn't even move her neck to look up at him, let alone lift her arms to button her shirt. But then again, maybe she wasn't just sore.
She was kind of...just...uncomfortable.
Clary cleared her mind of thoughts and stared at her surrounding in her peripheral vision. There were trees surrounding them, though only the middle of the trunks could truly be seen. They were really dark and rich a colour, like the trees at her old house. The tops arced high above the pair's head and created dense shadows in the forest surrounding the little hill/clearing the were in.
A hill.
They were on a hill.
Where the sun beat down on Clary's fair skin.
And the ground beneath her felt so familiar.
And the grass tickling her cheek was the same exact colour as her eyes.
They were in the forest where she grew up.
On the hill that was her getaway. Her only place to escape from the horrors of her old life, the place that was her vacation spot.
Get away.
Getaway.
She was back at square one, and she'd brought a hulking, golden, boy along with her to start again.
And she listen to that boy stutter his excuses. Until she felt her heart lower back into its normal pace once again.
Carla POV
Carla was drenched. Walking outside for hours in the rain tends to do that to you. In fact, walking outside for hours everyday tends to drench you to the bone.
Carla was just...soaked through and through.
But she was coming with them because she was now apart of them.
Them being the Resistance.
The Resistance being the people that saved her life by dislodging a piece of dirty wood from a fatal wound, cleaning and dressing to prevent infection, and nursing her back to health.
Why she had to heal like a mundane-because they were mundanes. Ones who hated shadowhunters to their very cores. And she was a shadowhunter. One of the things they hated.
In fact, one of the things they were intending to kill by walking in the freezing cold rain to Alicante and ransaking somebody's home in order to kill them. Him.
Him being Jonathon.
Jonathon being Jonathon Morgenstern.
How they'd do that-well, Carla had no idea.
So she asked her savior-Jack Blythe," How do you intend on murdering Jonthon Morgenstern?" she asked.
Jack just stared at her. "Their's strength in numbers." was his reply after minutes of silence.
"And how did you get all these numbers?"she asked
"We're not numbers, okay? We're humans. Humans that had been mistreated and almost killed by shadowhunters and we've nursed everyone back to health. But we're not numbers. That's exactly the kind of thing we're running from, okay? Being just a number."
Carla was spared having to reply when Elise-a middle aged woman that just so happened to be Jack's left-hand- ran up and stopped in front of them, abruptly cutting off the walk. Everyone in the single/double file line behind them halted immediately. "Jonah just called." she announced gravely.
"Jonah?" Carla asked.
"The scout that's been following Jonathon all this time." she answered quickly, not even looking in Carla's direction.
Oh. So that's how they knew where he was.
"What'd he say, E?" Jack asked sounding exhausted.
She swallowed hard. "There's a dead body up ahead. Jonah just reported he witnessed Jonathon murdering somebody, down in this neck of the woods, and, well... he couldn't tell ya sooner 'cause he'd ran after Morgenstern took off for the Penhallow's."
Carla felt her face drain of colour. She wasn't ready to see a dead body, any dead body. "Let's go check it out." Jack said grimly before waking forward, Elise on his side.
She stayed behind, having no intention of seeing somebody deceased, when Jack turned suddenly and held out his hand. "Coming?" he asked.
Now, Carla was a strong person, and she never liked appearing weak in front of her peers, so she really had no choice but to take his hand and let him pull her along.
In hindsight she so wished she hadn't let him do that.
Because she was truly scarred when she saw her brothers still form laying on the road, his throat cut, and his eyes blank.
Dead.
Review? :)
So I killed Choal off. I didn't really need him. Hope you didn't find the Jace and Clary part a little too weird but I was trying to have fun with them. I mean, come on. I think it's time for a little Clace.
And don't worry.
There is more to come.
Btw this one was almost 2,350 words!
So please review and follow/favourite because I really want your feedback. The Resistance is coming for Jonathon, Jonathon wants Clary so he can kill her and drain her of her powers, Jace and Clary are stuck in the middle of her old home, the place she'd just escaped and Jace has to live with the guilt of practically molesting Clary tho he didn't seem too ashamed.
And Carla finds Choal dead. Jonathon murdered him.
The plot has officially thickened.
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