Chapter 3

Warning: There is Gore.

"1 year, 3 months, 9 days, 12 hours, and 13 minutes. That's how long I've been here." A voice giggled through a cold steel door. "But you know being a toy for 'them' is so horrible."

Jace sighed as he puts a hand over that particular steel door. It has been a long time since he has been at this particular spot. Maybe about a year. The familiar aches starts to appear on his upper arm where his parabatai rune lays. His fingers started to claw the door harder feeling the cold rusted texture pressing against his skin.

"Jace, are you sure about this?" Clary, who was beside him, whispered. The dim hallway made her red hair less bright, but the obvious bulge on her stomach could still be seen. Her porcelain hand was protectively caressing that bulge.

"He's my parabatai." Jace took his hand away from the door and puts an arm around his wife. Feeling her worried breaths turn slower, and her back relaxing from his touch.

"It's just that we heard from the doctors about his...condition..." She paused with worry and hesitance laced in her soft voice. Her green eyes dropped on her bulged stomach. "..and I'm really worried about the baby."

By Clary's words, worry and hesitance flooded in Jace. Maybe his parabatai wasn't worth it. After all everyone he loves got their happy ending except for Alec. Jace started to lower his head to whisper comforting words to Clary.

"It's okay. My gorgeous self is here to protect you and our baby." Jace said. "Now come on, let's go home-"

But the giggles and laughs coming from that certain steel door became louder. Jace pulled Clary harder in his arms for protection, as she shook in fear from those voices. More whispers and laughs of amusement and insanity came louder. The sound of nails digging desperately on steel came and teeth growling.

"Oh Jace, am I really not worth it?" A voice , as if reading Jace's mind, whispered. The whisper sounded like it was giggling with amusement. "How about we play a game? It's simple. All you have to do is suffer pain and I'll laugh at your screams."

Thud!

Clary screamed. Jace felt his back on the tiled floor feeling the cold of the tiles. His upper arm was burning like he was being roasted. Sweat started to dripped on his face from the spreading heat going through his body. He bit his lip from screaming. It was just so hot and painful.

In desperation to cool down from the burning heat, his hands ripped his thick shirt and threw the wretched fabric carelessly. But even if he could feel the cool air on his chest, the heat on his upper arm grew worse. His voice started to make shouts of pain, so loud that it even pass through the steel door making the voice inside laugh in satisfaction.

But soon those shouts of pains turned to shouts of sadness, tears stared to form in Jace's eyes when he saw his upper arm. The inky black rune that made him whole. The rune that connected him with an important piece in his life. There were no longer any inky black lines, only a large red burn that replaced his rune.

What was worse was that Jace could only hear laughter from his parabatai about their lost brotherhood.

"Aren't you suppose to be dead?" The only words that Magnus could utter out of his mouth.

Alec narrowed his eye at Magnus' statement and slid off the tree branch. Magnus had seen other shadowhunters land on their feet; usually they would somersault and grab objects to slow down their fall, but Alec only fell straight down with no actions landing in front of Magnus.

"Aren't you suppose to be moving on from me?" Alec quipped with a smirk on his face.

Magnus took a big breath to contain his emotions. "Moved on? Oh please, I've moved on from you, years ago. The question is have you moved on from me?"

A laugh of amusement came. Alec's mouth was slightly ajar showing his long sharp teeth. His neck was thrown back revealing more of his pale scarred skin. His body kept shaking in uncontrollable vibrations.

"For someone older than me, you certainly are...quite stubborn...from the...truth." Alec explained with a finger on his chin.

Soon, the meter that separated the two men were covered by Alec's forwarding steps. Magnus was about to open his mouth but he only stood frozen when Alec grew closer, till the space between them no longer exists.

Alec's fingers soon caressed Magnus' cheek. His fingers felt oddly cold and relaxing but not as cool as a vampire, instead it felt like cold of the snow around them. Magnus closed his eyes from those relaxing fingers, leaning in to the touch for more.

But soon those stroking fingers turned to a hard grip on his jaw almost breaking his bones; he could even hear a slight crack. Magnus opened his eyes alert, as Alec pulled down his face to look at Alec in the eye.

"Now is not the time to go to sleep, Magnus." Alec whispered gripping tighter. Magnus gave a sharp gasp as sharp nails started to dig in his skin. "I should just kill you, now but...I won't."

Magnus gave sigh of relief, once Alec let go of his jaw. But his breaths were still harsh and rough from the remaining pain. Soon those breaths started to disappear as those familiar pale fingers stroke his cheek.

The features on Alec's face were quite thin; once Magnus could analyze his face. His cheekbones were higher and more obvious from his lack of fat or flesh. Only bones were the shape of his jawline, and his face shape was more pointed. His sapphire eye had a large gray shadow under it like a panda, and his eyebrow was slightly swollen and red.

He just looked derelict in Magnus' eyes. Worry and emotion grew in Magnus from Alec's messed up state. His cinnamon long fingers soon started to stroke Alec's left cheek, hoping to give comfort to Alec. But as his thumb ran along the cold skin, Alec's expression was still unreadable.

Curiosity grew in him, when he was finally close to Alec's covered eye. It was just covered by a curtain of dark hair, and yet it seems to be completely invisible. His hand turned right; his palm over that dark curtain waiting for Alec's reaction. Alec didn't seem to stop him or react in any way; his mouth still stayed in its smirking state.

Magnus then flipped that curtain, and took a good look at that once covered eye.

Then his eyes widened, and his hands pushed the smaller boy away from him. He staggered back almost tripping on the snow-covered ground; his fingers growing white. His veins grew colder than it already was, and his body kept shaking from the horror he saw.

"You know, Magnus. Curiosity killed the cat..." Alec gave a sadistic smile with a hand holding the veil that covered his right eye, pushing it up his forehead. "and it seems that you're the cat. You always did have cat-like eyes."

The right eye wasn't even an eye, in fact, there was nothing but a hole that once held the eye. But it wasn't the missing eye that terrified Magnus, it was the fact that it was still bleeding. The red lines that fell out of that hole like Alec was continuously crying blood. But what terrified Magnus the most is what's in the middle of that hole. It was a glowing bright red...

Pentagram.

"What are you?!" Magnus screamed.

The first thing Magnus could see when he woke up was a fogged up night sky with falling snow flakes blurring his sight. He felt the snow cover his face and body. The snowflakes sticking on his clothes making the snow on him colder. He arched his back struggling to fight the numbness in his bones.

'Where am I?' Magnus thought, looking around, finding the same surrounding tall thin trees and stony paths. He lowered his eyes and saw the brown wood of the bench, he was sitting on. 'This is the place where I talked with...'

Bitterness came in Magnus' throat by the thought of his former lover. His fingers started to shake over the wood. The guilt and anger started to make him choke and shake, till confusion conquered his mind. Wasn't he just talking with Alec earlier? He remembered when he screamed then...

He shook his head, not remembering what happened next in his memories. Shivers started to go through his spine as he look through his memories. That image of the pentagram in Alec's eye gave him horrors, shocks, and questions. What exactly happened to Alec? How is he still alive? And why-?

"Cause it's about to get rough with you. I'm here for your entertainment." His phone rang.

He look at the caller I.D. seeing the name 'Nicholas' on it. He pressed answer and put the phone against his ear. "Hello Nicholas-"

"Hello Mr. Bane, right?" An unfamiliar voice answered.

"You're not Nicholas." Magnus' voice turned to serious and threatening. "How did you-?"

"We're from the San Francisco Institute..."

"I don't care if you're the freaking shadowhunters! It doesn't give you a right to steal my friend's phone!"

"Mr. Bane, please listen. Your friend is dead!"

Then his phone dropped on the snow covered ground, making the white powder fly with the cool wind.

John had always been known for having a boring and simple life. A bored and simple personality. A simple schedule and job as a bartender for the high warlock of San Francisco. Just go to work at 7pm and go home at 3am was basically all his life.

But the events today were different from his usual boring days, a strange boy tells him to give a drink to his boss and his boss' friend. His boss faint and fell to the ground. He felt like his life was about to turn a new leaf. He shrugged and stared at the coffee-fill d mug in his palms. Sure, his life may be boring but he still like being safe and simple.

A cold wind hit his bare arms. He shivered and looked around his apartment, confused. He did remember closing and locking the only window in his apartment. How could the wind possibly make him shiver in a closed space? Unless...

John set his mug on the table in front of him and stood up from his couch. Dusting off the the remaining dust in in his shirt, he strolled to the kitchen where the only window was placed.

Entering the kitchen was quite a frightening move for John. He never really was the strongest and/or bravest person in the world.

Maybe that's why he could never get a girlfriend.

The window placed beside the rusted old stove was wide open revealing the snow-covered buildings of San Francisco. The white curtains attached to the window flew upwards from the cold wind spilling out. John fought against the wind and struggled to get to the window.

The glass felt very cold as he grasped it making his fingers blue and numb. Putting a strong force because of the temperature making the window harder; he managed to close the window in a fast pace. He sighed relieved till a sound came.

He turned back to his kitchen, checking what that sound was, but saw nothing.

"Who's there?!" John screamed frightened.

No sound answered back.

He shook his head trying to calm down and strolled back to his living room where he sat on a couch and did his usual routine, till a vibration came in his pocket.

"Hello?" John answered.

"This is the clave, speaking." A voiced said.

"I didn't kill my boss!" John said almost immediately. He knew he was the most obvious culprit in the case, but it wasn't him.

"We were going to make you our suspect, till Mr. Bane gave us his testimony." The voice explained making John sigh in relief. "And for Mr. Bane's testimony and claim, we need you as an eye witness. Please meet us in the Institute."

"Alright..." John sighed. It's not like he had any other choice.

"Thank you for your kindness. We will be expecting you, tomorrow at 2:00pm."

"Bye." He clicked 'end', then closed his eyes relieved yet still feeling a churn in his chest.

'I should probably go to-' John thought till a flash a long steel came on his throat. He gulped as the cold metal hit against his skin.

"Don't move." A familiar voice behind him, whispered in his ear.

"You're that homeless mundane..." John realized and dropped his eyes at his neck where he found a pair of long sliver scissors across his throat.

"Now why don't you say 'Ah'?" The mocking voice behind him said.

John struggled to keep his mouth shut as the pale hand with the scissors brought the steel away from his throat and near his lips. John struggled to push that hand away but the stranger's free hand held on to his jaw, squeezing the bones together making him open his lips.

The blades then entered his now opened mouth, and brought his tongue in between those sharp blades. Tears started to flow down his eyes from the pain of his squeezed jaw and the sensation of those cold metals near his tongue. He can't lose his tongue. How will he talk?

The blades were then brought together as blood started to spill out of his mouth. John cried even more from the pain in his mouth. The blood started to dripped on his chin and the long silver scissors were dyed red. He felt the tongue remover let go of his jaw and lick the blood in his pale hands.

He opened his mouth trying to cough out his disembodied tongue, but those same fingers held his jaw to stop him from opening his mouth.

"Chew it and swallow it." The stranger's voice whispered in his ear. John shook his head in desperation to get out of those fingers, till he stopped his struggling when the familiar silver scissors came near his right eye. "Do it or I'll take it out."

The pain in his mouth was making it very difficult for him to chew his tongue, but struggled to bring his teeth together over his disembodied tongue. The sensation was horrible to his mind and mouth. He started to make more tears rolled down his cheek, till he swallowed the chewed up tongue like it was his dinner.

"Good boy." The voice said listening to John swallow. "But I was lying about your eye."

The blade was then brought down, stabbing his eye multiple times again and again, till it was a soup-like consistency.

John kept screaming and screaming with his muffled and tongue-less voice.

Disclaimer: I do not own Mortal Instruments.

Author's note: If you guys don't like gore, then I'm really sorry. I just really wanted to do a torture scene. Also sorry for my long waits, and wrong grammar. Please review on what you think. Also tell me if I'm going to fast.

Thank you so much for all the support you guys gave me. I honestly wouldn't be trying to finish this story without you guys' help, cause as you guys know I have another story working on but I'm glad I did this series. Thank you a million times.

I have a lot of plans in this story with dark twists and turns. Hopefully you'll like the mysteries I planned out (and some torture scenes). I'll also try to make the scenes longer. Thanks for reading:)