Lacie: I AM BACK . Some of you complained about the last chapter, so here's this one.
Clary: Actually, it was just a filler part, every story has a filler part, it just has to have one
Chris: There really wasn't any action, this is supposed to be the best part of the story
Lacie: Actually that's a matter of opinion. But be assured my fantamazingwonderlovely readers, if there are even any of you left after the last chapter. Note that I started writing this chapter two days after I updated Chapter 20
Chris: So is this chapter going to be anything special?
Lacie: That is for the audience to decide! Remember to leave a review! I am determined and have refired my ambition! (though again, it might just be a total fluke) But I will not be lazy this time though last time in my defense I wasn't lazy in the writing, I just didn't want to type. You could say the last chapter was like when you're on a rollercoaster, and it's those three seconds where you're at the peak, and everything is calm and stuff, and you feel like the roller coaster is not going to move at all (just like it was all boring and stuff) but then you notice that it's tipping over and then WHAM all of a sudden you feel like your insides are being mashed. Then again, it's your opinion of what you think of the chapter
Clary: I don't like roller coasters
Chris: *teases* scared clary?
Clary: *psh* NO…
Lacie: There's an amusement park across the street…..
Chris: *evil sparkle in the eye*
Clary: No, Chris, whatever you're thinking about, stop…. No Chris, let go of my arm… Chris…..no!SOS EMERGenCY call thE pRiest! *is dragged out of the door by a determined Chris*
Lacie: *swivels in chair and adjusts microphone* well then, I guess I'll be finishing up. Welcome back to the wonderful world of fanfiction, pleasure, honor, personal thrill to be here, I feel pretty darn amazing. Oh my, I just quoted my English teacher, he says that every day, except for the fanfiction part. Anyway, again, sorry for the slight bump in the road, if you guys feel like im still not up to top notch, feel free to PM me. I don't own TMI, but I do own demon Clary and Chris. As well as their house. And the person changing rune thingie. And that castle in Switzerland. Well just the training turret. I own a lot of things now. Huh.
BTW just to point this out, some of you have been telling me "stop writing about Clary and Sebastian, it's not even a fandom!" and stuff like "I'm a total Clace fan, I just cant see Clary and Sebastian together" and etc. First off, YES it IS a fandom! It may have been a small fandom, but I AM A PART OF IT. This is fanfiction, where practically anything is possible. Honestly and sincerely, if something is not to your liking, no one's forcing you to read it.
Okay, rant out of the way.
Enjoy!
Clary POV
Clary didn't want to fight against the Shadowhunters. She really didn't .
She was almost positive that the urge to swipe at them with her seraph blade was not hers, that it was not her intention to want to attack any of the people who just weeks ago she could have called comrades. Clary could have sworn that the alien feel of adrenaline coursing through her veins wasn't because of the thrill of fighting, because she didn't know if she felt the thrill at all. Yet it was there.
She felt oddly detached from her body, as if the moment the Shadowhunters caught up to them, she had stepped back and let her body control itself, like a puppet on auto. But she could feel it. She knew it was her hand that repelled an oncoming blade, her legs that jumped and twisted in midair, catching the jaw of a male Nephilim on the toe of her boot and shoving him off into the air. It was her movements, her attacks, yet not her.
Her weapon seemed to move on its own, but she knew exactly what she was doing. Ducking her head, she avoided an arrow that flew past her ear, and taking advantage as several others stepped back to let another arrow zoom past, she thrust her hand to the left with power, and at the last second, curled it into a fist. She felt a crunch beneath her knuckles, and recognized the feel as cracking ribs.
Sebastian was to her right, as he fended off far more Shadowhunters than she did. They flocked him more than her, because they knew that he was a known threat. They were apprehensive of Clary, not fighting her at first, unsure as to she would fight or not, but when she clearly showed that she was ready to duel them all, they closed in on her as well, creating a circle around her and Chris, the two of the striking like hummingbirds, one second here, the next there.
The ring of Shadowhunters was distanced, a radius of seven meters between themselves and the others. A women with a steel knife came at Clary right after she had punched the other guy in the ribs, she looked at her with a burning contempt that puzzled Clary for a second before she closed the distance between them in two leaping strides.
With a speed that the other female couldn't compete against, Clary ripped the weapon out of her hands, twister her right arm behind her back so hard the women let out a gasp of agony, yet didn't damage her harm, and Clary shoved her back into the circle, where more people filled in her place.
Turning for a split second, Clary saw Sebastian duck a punch thrown by a broad shouldered guy who wore enchanted looking brass knuckles. While Chris was still ducking, Clary ran towards him, jumped up, ran up his back and jumped onto the broad guys shoulders. She wrapped her legs around his neck and twisted around him, knocking him over and choking him. Before they both fell down she jumped off, landing on another attacker. She didn't distinguish whether they were male or female until the tone of their groan as they thudded to the ground. Female.
Landing on her toes, she didn't pause for a second. Since she landed in a crouch, and used the force of her fall to propel her forward, slashing a wide arc in front of several Shadowhunters, keeping them at bay.
Clary wouldn't hurt them, meaning she wouldn't kill them. If she accidentally broke one or two noses or cut someone or headbutted them in the stomach because she was short enough to do so, it was in defense. All of her attacks were in defense. She mainly challenged those who approached her first, even those who looked as if they were barely about step in, because she could tell just by glancing at them who was going to attack her.
The rush of battle had stepped in, and every one of her senses had opened up. This was nothing like before, not like the training she's had before she went with Sebastian, not the demons she's killed with him, none of that could compare at all to this sense of timelessness, in which she could gather enough information by sensing the world around her in a moment, and calculate where to move, how to move, and where to move.
It was like she had suddenly become Po from Kung Fu Panda, you know, when he became awesome and stuff. Except she wasn't a giant five hundred pound panda living in ancient China. But they shared their love for noodles and Chinese food, though. She felt pretty darn amazing and kick ass.
'Bout time her Shadowhunterness finally kicked in.
Clary felt sudden movement come from behind, and she was ready to strike, when she saw Sebastian move before her. He had just punch a guy in the jaw, drawing blood, and had picked him up by the shoulders and tossed him towards a group of oncoming Shadowhunters.
They had beat practically everyone up, and though they all attacked at the same time, they were no match for two trained Demons.
But they kept coming.
Clary could have gone like that all night and through the day, but they had to get moving.
She looked at Sebastian for a brief second, her eyes meeting his adrenaline filled ones. His skin looked flushed under the night sky, and his black orbed eyes were alight with excitement. Clearly he was in his element. He smiled at her, and she smiled back. Both of theirs were grinning, almost smirks. Clary still felt detached, but she felt comforted, like nothing could touch her. Catching his eye again, Clary simply looked at him, and even though it was insane, she swore he knew what she meant.
By this time in life, Simon and Clary get exchange conversation by just looking at each other. But that had taken years of friendship. Perhaps it was the fact that they shared blood that helped make the tie stronger.
Getting back to back, Clary raised her seraph blade, holding it close to her chin, her legs apart, stance steady, just like Sebastian had taught her. She thought she caught a look of pride on him before he started moving towards the weaker part of the circle. They tried to keep them in, but it was a feeble attempt, while Sebastian slashed and was more brute and forceful, Clary defended from behind, shoving back anyone who tried to stop them. She came to the point where she almost had to stab one of them in the gut, luckily she didn't, but she was pretty close, and she knew the Shadowhunter who had just escaped that pain had noticed it too.
They had broken through, and before any of them could act, they both broke into a brisk run. They exited the park, running through the streets of Athens, their feet hardly touching the cobblestone and paved ground. Clary felt her hair being jolted back as the wind made it fly like a banner in the wind, and she knew that had any mundane seen them, all they would have been able to describe would be a streak of white and a streak of red and white flying through the air.
She smiled, imagining young children telling each other stories about the ghosts in their city who were playing tag through the streets.
Clary had no idea as to where they were going, simply following Sebastian seemed like the proper thing to do.
She glanced behind her, and saw the Shadowhunters who had tried to keep up with them had long since fallen behind.
"You think we lost them?" She asked before mentally slapping herself. Never, ever ask whether you lost someone. Chances are, you either didn't, or you did and are about to face something even worse.
And just like every movie and TV show she'd ever seen, soon she heard a howl in the night, and had she not already been running, the hair on the back of her neck would have stood up. Running along the top of the roofs of the houses on either side of the street they were running down, seven werewolves chased them, hopping from roof to roof. She at first felt safe, thinking of Luke and his wolf pack, but then she caught the wolves eyes, bright and ferocious under the moonlight, as well as their gaping, deadly jaws, full of sharp and fatal teeth that could rip through Clary's bones like they were made of play-doh.
The thought gave her another burst of adrenaline. Then she saw the vampires.
They ran alongside the werewolves, something that Clary found odd and only had seen before when they battled in the City of Glass and when Simon and Jordan were together. At first Clary thought that the vampires were chasing the werewolves, and that she and Sebastian had stumbled among some Downworlder war, but as she continued to run, she saw that they ran in unison, and it wasn't until a werewolf leaped off of the roof and came to a stop in the street directly ahead of them that she knew that it wasn't a Downworlder war.
They were here for them.
More werewolves jumped down, as well as vampires, surrounding them, blocking exits behind them and ahead. There were about four werewolves, and five vampires. The vampire were all male, and she couldn't guess if the werewolves were as well because they were fully changed.
The werewolf that had first jumped down growled at them, but in particular more to Sebastian.
In a low, husky voice, the werewolf snarled, "Sebastian, you have harmed my pack in the past, and like I told you then, I will exact my revenge for them, I will do them justice."
If Clary had felt reluctant to attack the Shadowhunters, she felt even more so to do it to the Downworlders. That didn't stop her from fighting them though. Sebastian's past with Downworlders didn't surprise her, but she wasn't going to let the werewolf tear her brother apart into little Sebastian threads.
She used the walls around here as support, running up two steps and then pushing off of them using it to evade attacks and to produce some of her own.
Having an idea, she used all of her strength, ran up the wall as high as she could, which was about seven steps, she jumped high into the air, spun, and attempted to jump outside of the range of the attackers, but just as her feet touched the ground, she heard Sebastian shout, "Watch out!" and as she turned, she saw a shadow of auburn red fur and wicked teeth mesh into her vision.
Hey look it's Clifford the big red dog, she thought stupidly as she felt a massive weight settle on her body. Without even thinking, she threw out her hands, which were luckily not pinned beneath her, and held back the strong and powerful jaws that tried to rip off her face. She had closed her eyes, relying on her other senses, but regretted it instantly when she opened them. She stared straight through the werewolves open mouth, seeing halfway through its throat. She hadn't noticed before, but there was a deep jagged cut that ran along its neck, and it had pierced all the way to the throat, where as the werewolf snapped and forced its face down, Clary swore she could see the tissue in the throat rip and reveal more damage from the cut.
Bucking her hips she tried to get the werewolf off of her, using her strength to shove it aside. Her seraph blade was next to her chest, but if Clary removed her hands from its maw it would tear her face off like paper in seconds.
Clary's mind quickly devised a plan, to wait at the exact moment when the werewolf was about to lunge for her again, and then quickly reach for her blade, and stab the thing down its throat.
But the second she thought of it, she thought of Luke and Jordan and Maia, telling herself that she couldn't bring herself to do it. Stuck in this situation, she barely held back as the werewolf reach for her again, using its paws to slap at her. It brought down one massive paw down her right shoulder, and its claws sank into her skin, making her feel burning agony. Without thinking otherwise, she quickly snatched for her seraph blade, but instead of the throat, she stabbed it in the chest, where they fleshy meat spilled drops of red blood down her chest as she rolled out from under the howling beast, yanking her bloody blade out before she was weaponless.
She felt a twinge of regret as she stared at the angered werewolf, but didn't have enough time to repent as she noticed the other werewolves and vampires that were still around.
After that she didn't let any of the Downworlders get to her again, though she didn't intentionally harm them, she would sometimes have to stab at them, not so much, just to get them back, so that she and Sebastian could advance. They worked alongside each other, both of them covered in blood and sweat, they're clothes a ripped mess, yet filled with exhilaration. Though her sense of detachment, she felt completely alive.
She thought they were doing well, as the werewolves and vampires kept coming and coming, their speeds noticeably decreasing, especially the werewolves, Clary thought they were doing well, and she didn't even feel tired. On one level, she knew her body was reaching its limit, but she didn't recognize the feeling. If something, she used it as catalyst to keep her going.
It was too late when she noticed that Downworlders plan was never to capture them.
As they fought, they kept moving away, pushing their way through to escape. Clary, and she was positive Sebastian had noticed before or just as she had, thought that they were getting away.
Until she recognized a familiar looking hill appear in front of her.
They had been led directly back towards the Parthenon, and they could not fight back to go in the other way, for now the group was pushing them up the hill, towards the Parthenon. Towards the other vampires that were probably waiting for them already.
Clary looked at Sebastian, and a silent conversation passed between them.
Ready when you are, she thought.
I'm always ready, he answered.
Show off-y bastard, she thought with a grin.
He only smirked.
On his count, they both turned their backs on the smaller group of Downworlders, and ran straight ahead towards the Parthenon that loomed ahead. They wouldn't let them catch them off guard. They'd come to them.
Even before her eyes were over the crest of the hill, Clary knew that full on battle mode had been activated. The sounds of fights were loud in her ears, and the smell of spilled blood was in the air. She hadn't wanted anyone killed, and the thought anyone was harmed put a fire in her, but then she looked at her own blood covered blade and extinguished that fire.
Once she saw the battle though, her fingers wrapped themselves tightly around her blade.
Demon Shadowhunters, their black eyes appearing like spirals of doom in the dark night, were everywhere. In between the columns of the Parthenon, zipping in and out of them like whack a mole, taunting the very much annoyed werewolves that were trying to catch them. They were on top of the columns, hopping here and there, slashing at the vampires who followed in pursuit. They were surrounding the house all around and on the roof as well, shooting arrows randomly, occasionally nicking a Downworlder here and there. Some of them were laughing, a sound that made Clary's nerves tighten.
She could suddenly feel the heat of the enchanted fire that burned around the ground of the Institute.
Stop, you called them here. This was your decision. That didn't make it any less guilt ridden.
Her eyes followed as a trio of vampires surrounded a Demon Shadowhunter, who was laughing insanely, a sword embedded in his thigh. She watched as the vampires were reaching for his neck, ready to snap it off, when the Demon Shadowhunter moved too quickly for someone with an injury like that to be able to do. He bit the reaching vampires hand so hard, Clary saw several fingers almost fall off, barely hanging on by skin, the bone completely chomped through. The vampire screamed, a high, squealing sound that was not humane at all, as the other two pounced on the Demon Shadowhunter as her spit the blood in his lips to the ground and laughed more.
Clary felt disgusted as more scenes like this occurred all around her. She had been the cause of this; she had made this call. It was all her fault.
She would have stayed, frozen like that, watching as Demon Shadowhunters yet again lay havoc around her, only this time, she was the one who started it, and she had no idea how to end it, had Sebastian not grabbed her by the hand and pull her towards the house in the middle of the Parthenon.
Two vampires were in the way, and Sebastian immediately spun at them, kicking one in the jaw while scratching the other from shoulder to shoulder with his seraph blade. More kept coming, until Clary was positive getting to the house and escaping safely without any further harm wasn't going to be an option.
They drew to a side, near an edge of the Parthenon, where there were less enemies to fight, as the werewolves and vampires mostly focused on the Demon Shadowhunters, yet whenever they attempted to step up, they'd build a wall between them and the house so that they couldn't get past. Clary didn't fight as much here either.
The Demon Shadowhunters couldn't be controlled, even Sebastian didn't try to. They're sole purpose was to destroy what they're supposed to destroy, and when to leave, and they were doing that just fine. Orders further than that was beyond them.
While they were back to back, Clary and Sebastian exchanges quick bits of information.
"What do we do now?" she would ask before sidestepping a werewolf and letting it fall into Sebastian's waiting attack.
"We fight until they're gone." He simply answered.
"Nothing can go wrong with that." She replied sarcastically as she dodged a vampire who spotted them. She didn't want to attack them, yet she didn't want them to win either. Being neutral was not easy in this case.
"No secret weapons, no magic, nothing? We just fight?" Clary had to admit, she expected more.
"To be honest, I didn't think I'd make it this far?" he laughed.
"What, in this battle?" she questioned. They were doing just fine, great in fact. The werewolves were getting tired, they had even managed to knock out this cocky looking werewolf named Greg (who even though was in werewolf mode, still looked overweening) and most of the vampires were looking like they didn't even want to fight anymore. They could do this, the Clave wasn't even here yet, and it was only a matter of time before they could stop fighting, send off the Demon Shadowhunters and somehow escape into a faraway land that no one could find.
She was waiting for Sebastian's response, when his eyes focused on something coming from the other side of the Parthenon. She saw his muscles tense, and immediately she could feel her neck stiffening too.
Looking in the direction his gaze burned towards, she mentally gasped.
A Portal was opening, directly across the Parthenon from where they were. It stood gaping, and Clary couldn't look too long to determine where the Portal opened from before someone stepped through.
She didn't know who the individual was, but as more and more summarily followed after the first, she didn't need to know their names to know who they were.
The Clave, her mind unintentionally hissed.
They all wore gear, weapons belts strapped around their waists, blades held glowing in their hands. There were men and women, some even wearing robes with the intersecting C's that stood for Clave, Council, Covenant, and Counsel embroidered under the left shoulder, close to the heart.
"Everyone, attack!" Clary didn't see who had shouted, but the second he spoke, all the Shadowhunters scattered, jumping into the battle as if it was known from the start that this was their role this entire time.
Because it is, she thought disdainfully, They wait until the right moment to fight, so that they can take all the honor and glory.
The winners of war write history, right?
Clary didn't stop to count their numbers, but they quickly took advantage of their long fight and began to cut Demon Shadowhunters down. The D.S (it takes too long to write Demon Shadowhunters :P) were strong, and didn't think the extra enemies were much of a challenge, and she doubted they would ever get tired, but now that there were werewolves, vampires, and the Clave to fight, she found herself back in the motions, as she pushed herself once again.
She slashed and cut and punched and kicked and dodged and ducked blow after blow. It didn't matter who it was, as long as she didn't see full black eyes like hers they were the enemy. She could feel the adrenaline in her veins spur everything in her, her body reacting before her mind could understand why she was moving in the first place. Her body was in full control, and it was all because the sight of the Clave had stirred a dark fire within her, one that reminded her revolutions and rebellions, but that made no sense to her. As far as she was concerned, there was no rebellion occurring.
A werewolf in her peripheral vision had ran toward Sebastian to her right, and as she turned to help him as she'd been doing and as he'd been doing with her, she thought something was familiar with this werewolf.
Before it was too late though, she threw away her thoughts and leaped onto the werewolf's back just as it was about stand on two legs and smash its two front legs down on Sebastian, who was locked in battle with a vampire and a Shadowhunter. Grasping its ears, she yanked back on them hard as if she were pulling on the reins of a horse.
The werewolf howled, its front paws kicking in the air, and Clary straddled her legs and squeezed to prevent from falling off. The werewolf tried to turn its head to see who had mounted it, but then began to throw itself to the ground.
Clary jumped off just as it was about to crush her beneath its back. Skidding away, her boots slipping on loose and wet stone, she looked up to see the werewolf stare at her, no longer attacking.
She stared in return, waiting for it to pounce, but it didn't. Clary didn't know much about how to read a dog by their posture, but this werewolf had one ear bent, giving it the impression that it was confused. It wasn't until she stared into the werewolf's eyes that Clary recognized it.
"Jordan?" her voice whispered in the air.
Jordan blinked once, but was then attacked by a D.S, and before she could react, Clary was confronted by a member of the Clave, being greeted by a seraph blade being pressed into her neck and an arm wrapping across her chest.
"Come with me perhaps the Clave will give you more mercy," the male voice spoke in her ear.
She didn't give it thought. She felt where his defense was weak and acted quickly. Bringing in her elbows, she shoved her head backwards, feeling her head collide with his chest. Taking his surprise to her advantage, she grabbed the wrist that held the blade to her neck, and pushed it off of her.
Clary hadn't measured her own strength, so when she shoved the wrist away, intending to snatch the seraph blade with her, she heard a crack and the guy screamed in pain as she broke his wrist. Not staying long to watch the scene fold out, or to even look at the face of the Shadowhunter, she sought to find Sebastian who was nowhere to been.
He had been fighting, just a few feet away from her, hadn't he?
She zipped through the battle, avoiding confrontation as much as she could. Her eyes scanned the dark night, looking for white that reflected off of the moonlight. Only problem was they were in the Parthenon. The whole thing was practically white under the night sky.
Deciding to get a broader view, she got near the house, and climbed to the top of it, where a D.S and a vampire were fighting for power over each other. The D.S saw her, and then threw itself off of the house, making the vampire following him without even noticing Clary. Had he done that because she was with Sebastian, and he now had to follow her orders?
She decided not to overanalyze it, and stood on the house's flat roof. The whole inside of the ruined building was in sight, as well of the city lights of Athens that lay beyond the hill and below it. The scenes of battle were amazing, completely beautiful in an archaic and dark way.
The furs of the werewolves shined underneath the beams of the bright moon, and the vampire's white skin seemed to contrast the D.S's black eyes. The Shadowhunters could be seen dancing here and there, the glow of seraph blades drawing attention to the eye. All with the city to give it a misleading background displaying peace and tranquility.
Resisting the urge to listen to her artist mind and look into every detail of the fight, she looked for Sebastian, who was lost to her amongst the sea of bodies below. She detected movement near the end of the Parthenon, where she saw someone just stepping into the Parthenon, coming from the hill below.
She was about to ignore them assuming they were just more people from the Clave.
Until her eyes caught a glimpse of gold in the dark.
Snapping her neck back, her eyes widened. She could feel her heart rate increase as it pounded painfully in her chest, a sudden aching that she had forbidden herself to feel for a long time, now returning tenfold for all the days she had restrained it. Her breath caught, and she could suddenly not breath. She gaped and stared, until the figure, and several others, somehow, someway, even though the ocean of bodies and the sounds of fighting, given that she hadn't made a sound, should have captured his immediate attention, the figures eyes wandered until they met hers, and they were entranced in a locked gaze.
Her body quivered, and her mind repeated over and over what her heart seemed to pound, Jace.
Jace, how? Was she dreaming, did she hit her head on the way up the house, was she hallucinating. Though she still felt away from it all, she knew that it was real, this was real. Jace was on the edges of the Parthenon, dressed in gear, his golden hair tussled, and his dark gold eyes like liquid, well, gold, pierced through everything.
She felt like time had stopped, as her senses lost track of everything. Even though there was a great distance, she didn't care. They didn't break eye contact, and she watched in amusement as Jace's face went from confusion, to realization, to disbelief, and then finally acceptance, with awe being in all of the stages.
She realized, for a small second, that this was her choice, to run to Jace now, or to keep fighting. This was her choice, though she had already fought, this was where it all mattered.
Jace, the name was on the tip of her tongue, and her body wanted to very much to shriek it out, her old heart, all of her old self, the part that was in her mind, not the one that was controlling her body, wanting to cry out and run to him.
And she was about to. Her mouth poised to shout out his name, she suddenly got a cold feeling in her stomach.
She hadn't noticed it, but more people were behind Jace. She saw Isabelle, Maryse, Simon, and even Alec, to which Clary felt a bit relieved to know was alright. Though she was astounded to know that all the people she loved was here, she felt the cold feeling start to spread to her toes, her heart now beating hysterically, but not because of Jace anymore.
Something's wrong.
In the corner of her eye, she saw a movement, but not just any movement, a red shadow. A flash of hair.
Directly underneath her, just in the edge of her vision, was Sebastian, his back turned from her as he fought against three Shadowhunters. That wasn't what threw up her panic scale. She saw Jocelyn, her sword poised and ready, aim at Sebastian.
Clary felt her body and mind suddenly slam back into each other, like two pieces that finally snapped together, she felt her mind fade as it was sucked back into her body, and her sense of self was back. Time started ticking faster, and she felt like she was going to fall behind suddenly.
She was still looking in the direction where Jace was, and he now looked at her again in confusion. She still had the urge to scream out to him.
Then she saw Jocelyn had a clear shot, as the three Shadowhunters took all of Sebastian's concentration. The blade was over three feet long. Her mind went blank.
Jace. "CHRIS!" What was that scream? I'm sorry Jace… Oh.
That had been her.
Her vision tunneled, until all she saw was her mother, aiming straight for Chris. At that moment though, she didn't see her mother. She saw danger, and an anger erupted at the back of her mind, clouding her thoughts. Suddenly, the vision of Chris became larger, and it wasn't until she felt that she was falling that she realized that she had ran to the edge of the roof and had jumped straight down.
Run, run, RUN! She urged her legs, feeling as though they had gone against her, as if she wouldn't make it in time.
Everything happened in less than five seconds, yet in those five seconds she had made a decision she would never be able to take back.
All of a sudden, she was in between Chris, who was barely turning around to see what was happening, and Jocelyn, who was barely registering that her daughter was standing right in front of her.
Clary had stepped between them just as Jocelyn's hand was coming down in its path to stab Chris right in the back of the neck, where it would cut straight into his spinal cord.
She thrust her arm out, as Jocelyn's momentum was too quick for Jocelyn to just stop, and she gripped the blade, stopping it from moving with her open palm.
The force of her grasp combined with Jocelyn's to swing it down caused a jolt to run down both of their spines, affecting Jocelyn more than Clary.
All around her, everything became clear with a painful clarity. Time had resumed its normal pace, and she was aware of everything around her, though she didn't acknowledge it.
The fighting had ceased, given that everyone heard her scream, both sides turning their eyes to see what the commotion was all about. She was vaguely aware of everyone's attention on her, including those she knew and loved, watching them yet not interfering, but she didn't care at the moment.
All she noticed was pain from the blade in her palm, which neither she nor her mother had released yet. The feel of the cold blade slicing her skin, yet she concentrated her emotions towards her mother's eyes, who was staring at her as if she didn't know who she was. Perhaps she didn't.
Clary's hand felt warm all of a sudden, and she glanced quickly at it. It was bleeding, thick, black drops falling down to the ground beneath them, staining the floor of the Parthenon. It gathered into a small pool, but Clary just didn't care.
Jocelyn's voice was shaky, ghostlike, "Oh, Clary." Her eyes were full of tears.
"What, what happened to you," she practically sobbed, and an unexpected hatred boiled in Clary's chest.
What happened to her? What happened to her?! She was perfectly fine! All she had done was stop her from killing Chris, from killing her son! How could a mother want to kill her own son! It was deplorable, and wrong.
So what? Now she had black eyes and something was wrong with her? She realized that that must have been the case, that her black eyes must have startled Jocelyn, she also realized, as well, that Jace had seen her eyes as well. Her hair too, as half of it was still
Everyone had.
"Clary, Clary honey I can help you, I'm just going to get you away from Jonathan-"
"No." she whispered in rage.
"What?" Jocelyn begged, "Clarissa, we're trying to save you-"
"DON'T YOU TOUCH MY BROTHER!" She shrieked.
Her hand twitched and she gripped the blade so hard, it split in two, falling to the ground.
It clattered with a loud clink, as it fell right next to her blood. It was silent all around the Parthenon, not a sound from anywhere to be found, and Clary was starting to feel the panic of what she had just done, of the performance she just made.
Her heart pounded in her chest with a nervousness, each beat irregular, and her breath came ragged, as if the air had to push through a clog in her throat to get into her lungs.
Dots spread in her vision, and she felt weak in the knees.
She felt sick, but she felt as if it wasn't her realization of her actions that made her feel this way.
Her eyes wandered down, to the blade on the ground, and she noticed something on it that she hadn't before. The blade's surface was tainted with her blood, but beneath that, there was a strange blue substance covering the blade, and as it touched her blood, the blood seemed to shrivel, evaporating, disappearing.
Demon poison, she didn't know how she knew, but she knew. She lifted her hand, where the deep gash that cut straight across her palm throbbed painfully. The edges of her skin were raised, ragged, and stained a royal blue. Her wound was gushing out royal blue liquid, as it was now in her blood system. The skin around her cut was turning blue, and she could feel the poison spreading to her fingers.
"Clary!" her mother shouted, reaching for her, but Clary took a shaky step backward. Her head felt foggy, as if someone had stuffed it with cotton. Lifting her long sleeve, she saw her arm was a feint shade of blue, all the way to her upper arm.
Someone, from the Clave she thought, she couldn't trust her senses anymore, gripped Jocelyn's shoulders and pulled her away from her, as she kicked and screamed, yelling things that Clary couldn't interpret.
The world was tipping, slipping from her grasp, and she turned to see if Chris was alright. He was right behind her, his hands reaching for her, his eyes full of concern. She tried to reach for him as well, thinking she would make it, but she felt that the arm with the wounded hand would not move.
She fell onto her knees, as her thoughts were fading, slipping, flying away, just out of her reach.
As her vision failed her, she saw someone slip behind Chris, smash something onto his head, and down Chris went. Down, down, down…..
She felt herself go down too. She didn't remember her head hitting the ground, but she could still see was strange, and it wasn't until she thought about later on, that she realized it was because she was seeing thing vertically.
As she fell deep, deep into the void, one of the last things she saw, a vision that haunted her in her dreams, was Jace, as he stared at her in horror, his eyes wide, his face unmasked, as she saw all of his emotions spelled out onto his face. Pain, betrayal, lost, alone, hurt, despair, anguish, and many more.
And she had been the cause of every one of them.
The descent into hell is easy, a voice in her mind laughed as she faded.
Chris/ Sebastian POV
Nothing like waking up to a stiff neck, cramping wrists due to the heavy demon chains linking him to the wet and disgusting wall, and a cold floor that's infested by rat droppings.
Certainly not the first time he's woken up in chains, Valentine was a cruel father, but even he wouldn't let Chris sleep in the presence of vermin. At least his back didn't pain him, signifying that he wasn't here because of Valentine's doing.
That last thought finally woke him. Valentine was dead, then where was he?
He stirred, finding his wrists really were wrapped in chains as thick as his upper arms, forcing him to raise them up above his shoulders uncomfortably. As he readjusted himself so that his back was resting as best as it could onto the wall, he felt a body behind him, and then a squeal of a rodent. The black furry body ran off into some dark corner.
Disgusting, he wasn't afraid of rats, of all the things for him to be afraid of, but he found them repulsive. His ankles were chained together as well, making him unable to stand. He tried to roll his shoulders, but he couldn't. It wasn't a pleasant position, but nothing he couldn't bear.
He raised his eyes, taking in his surroundings. He was in a cell, about five by four feet, to his left and right were two concrete walls with runes scribbled all over them. Cage runes, meant to keep him in, and everyone else out. In front of him were thick set vertical bars that were about two inches apart, giving him a fantastic view of the other cell across from him. It was empty.
A patch of moonlight lay on the ground just beyond his legs, and looking up, he saw that just above where his chains were set into the wall, there was a barred window, also covered with runes. The air was cold, and snow drifted in by gusts of wind.
They were back in New York. His mind recollected everything that he could remember, he was in Athens, with Clary, when all of a sudden the Clave had appeared, they had taken that tall Lightwood boy, they had fought with Shadowhunters and werewolves and vampires. It was all a blur to him, the only thing he actually remembered was Clary, as she stopped her mother, their mother, from killing him. He hadn't seen her, he was too busy fighting the other enemies.
Next thing he knew, he turns, and sees Clary's hand on a poisoned blade, one meant for him, and she had grasped it, her blood immediately contaminated by the blue demon poison.
She took a blade for me, the words circled in his mind, their true meaning not fully registered yet. Where was she now? Where was he? Not in Athens for sure, the snow from the window indicated that they were somewhere else. He'd been knocked out, how could he have let that happen? One second he was trying to catch Clary before she fell to the ground, the next he was falling as well.
Both demons, brother and sister, falling to the hands of the Clave.
His blood stirred, and he yanked on the chains until blood poured down his arms, cutting into his wrists. It was no good, they held fast.
He had to find Clary, was she awake, did they heal her of her poisoning? Did she do as he said and tell them that he forced her into whatever they thought she was doing?
But she had acted right in front of them, that might be a bit harder to cover up. Especially since she practically accosted her own mother, in sight of everyone around them He had meant it too, if the Clave really had them, the least he could do was release Clary of the bonds that tied her to him. As much as he would like, he couldn't let the weights that dragged him to hell drag her down with him as well.
Again he tried pulling at his restraints, seriously considering whether or not to break his thumbs so that he would be able to pull them through the band of metal, when he heard the sound of soft footsteps, barely audible yet he heard them, coming towards his cell.
He stopped moving, the sound of clicking chains ceasing, he stared down at his confined ankles, hoping that the person would think he was still knocked out so that they could leave and he could continue his attempt.
The footsteps stopped directly in front of his cell, only about a two feet away from his feet. The person made a tch sound, which Chris immediately recognized.
Without even having to look up, he knew who it was. A smirk rose to his features.
"You don't have to fake it," he said, giving off an air of authority, when Sebastian knew he felt completely weak, "I know you're wide awake."
Sebastian rose his head, looking his younger, adopted in the eye, giving him an amused look, "Jace, hello little brother, so sorry I couldn't freshen up for your visit," he shook the chains a little, "As you can see, I'm a bit occupied for the moment."
Jace scowled, the dim light twisting his features, "Don't call me your brother, you twisted freak. And I'd get comfortable in those chains if I were you, because you're not getting out of them anytime soon."
Sebastian lightly chuckled, just because he knew that it would make him mad to think that he was enjoying himself, "You can never imprison me, not for long anyway. And we are brothers, we're both experiments of the same man, raised by him, taught by him, we're more alike than you or I would like to acknowledge."
"If you think I'm anything like the sick bastard that you are then you're deadly mistaken." Jace growled.
"Oh, Jace are you mad because Valentine preferred me to you, he told me everything about you, and he hid everything from you."
"Shut up-"
"Oh, or is it because my dear sister chose to come to me rather than stay with you?" Sebastian couldn't help it. He felt the need to hurt Jace. Hurt the golden boy that Clary had preferred to him in the past. But that was alright now, Clary was with him. Wasn't she?
Jace's hands went casually behind his back, and Sebastian caught the slightest tremor in his fingertips. Shaking with anger.
"What did you do to her?" Jace forced the words out in a furious whisper, and when Sebastian didn't answer, he spat the words out, "I said, what the hell did you do to her you bloody demon!"
"What on Earth do you mean?" he responded casually.
"What do I mean? She's, she's," Jace ran his hand through his hair, something he'd been doing a lot lately, he noticed. He inhaled deeply, trying to compose himself. The irony, Sebastian thought, is that I'm the demon yet he's the one on the rampage. "You changed her! Her eyes were black, her hair was white, like yours. She was fighting those on our side! Witnesses have seen her fight against us, not even flinching in attacking those who were trying to help her! And she defended you! What did you tell her or give her that forced her to be so loyal to you!"
Sebastian didn't blink. He stared into Jace's eyes, black against gold, feeling something that he'd never felt before. Pity.
Not moving his gaze, he said smoothly, "I haven't done anything to Clarissa, I have not forced her to be loyal to me, or to defend me. Everything she's done has been on her own." He said it because he knew that Jace wouldn't believe him.
"On her own! You almost burned the Institute down and you call that not forcing her? Where I'm from, that's called blackmail, and I'm pretty sure you know exactly how to use that card." Jace warned.
"That was in the beginning, but other than that, I haven't forced Clary to do anything." He said again.
"Nothing my ass, Sebastian," Jace breathed, then his face broke into a taunting smile, "Or should I say Chris."
Sebastian internally bristled, and he could feel his eyes darken, "You don't get to call me that."
"What mind trick did you do to convince her that, huh? I bet you somehow made her forget who you actually were and changed your name to that." Jace scoffed, "How low are you?"
"Stoop down a little more and you'll see." Sebastian retorted. "Is this all you've come here for? Wasting your breath on things you don't even want to hear?"
"Actually, I just wanted to come and tell you personally how much I'll regret not being able to kill you myself." Jace said with a crooked smile forming on his face.
"You'd be too weak to kill me anyway," Sebastian mused, "I would have you on your knees."
"Go to hell." Jace said, and Sebastian wouldn't have looked at his statement too much, but Jace said it with no anger, with no rage. He proclaimed it, with a smile.
Go to hell…the words echoed round and around.
Lacie: Yayy! I finished this chapter! Guys, when the story is going to end, I'll tell you! Stop assuming that it's over.
Clary: This is a really awesome way to start off winter vacation.
Lacie: Yeah! I'm officially on winter vacation you guys! I'm so freaking excited! Merry Christmas you guys! In case I don't update again before the 25th.
Clary: not everyone celebrates X-mas, happy Hanukkah!
Chris: That ended already
Clary: Oh, Kwanzaa anyone?
Lacie: Saint Nicholas Day also passed, I think, and there's this Mexican thing called Las Posadas.
Chris: I don't celebrate any of these
Clary: Don't worry Chris, I got you something just in case…..*rummages through bag*
Lacie: hey what about me….
Clary: You poisoned me, you get nada
Lacie: but, but…okay :(
Clary: TADA! *forces something down onto Chris's head*
Lacie: *burts into laughter*
Chris: What is this? *takes off hat and inspects*
Clary: It's an elf. You are now Santa's helper.
Chris: How about no. *throws into garbage basket in the corner*
Clary:…..I took a blade for you. A poisoned one…..
Chris: I don't care, I'm not wearing that hat.
Clary: :( pooh
Lacie: Anyways, guys I told myself I would update before the end of the week and BAM I did it! So review please. Do so nicely, and you can tell me all of your hatred for me, or love. I prefer to hear words of love
Chris: You can't always get what you want
Lacie: Then just say hi. I really like PM'ing you guys, sometimes you guys just send me messages and I'm just like 'HI INTERNET FRIENDS' it's fun, and if you guys ever want to talk to a complete stranger I'm more than happy to. You know, we could talk about stuff, this story, life, unicorns, food, other fandoms, ghosts, love lifes, I could be an anonymous person. Or you could review. That works too.
Clary: You're coming off a little bit desperate
Lacie: I'm just suggesting! Cuz I feel like you guys don't want to. And watch the hate guys, it hurts. At the bottom of my heart, which is right above my rib, under my clavicle, behind my lung, and almost next to my scapula, painful things buildup. But still, I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter :)
Clary: My stomach is in a heap, lying in dirt, at the bottom of a river, next to the carnival, underneath the third loop of that damned rollercoaster that Chris made me ride.
Chris: Is that why you bought me that hat?
Clary: Yep. See you guys soon! If you find a stomach please call the New York Institute!