I'M ALIVE! Maybe… *pokes arm* Hehe, nevermind. Sorry about the wait. Writers block and a concussion, do not mix. I got this idea a while ago… but I wasn't allowed on the computer. But I am now! Woo! Here is chapter 6!

Chapter 6

"Betrayal?" Maia asked, confused.

Clary nodded, looking back at Hodge, who was breathing heavily, guilt written on his face. "Why did you do it?" she asked. He didn't reply. So she tried again. "WHY DID YOU DO IT?!" she screamed.

Hodge held his hands up defensively. "I had no choice!" he replied.

Clary felt her anger bubble inside her. "And why was that? Did he 'threaten' you?" She said the last part in a sarcastic tone, gripping the flower tightly. She was fuming. THe only thing stopping her from attacking Hodge was Jace's tight grip on her arm.

Hodge took a breath. "He threatened my daughter!" he exclaimed. Sighing, he continued. "Armel came to me, blackmailed me into getting Jonathan away from the rest of you, so he could 'put his plan into action'." he said making quotations on the last part. "I didn't even send him out or anything but Armel thinks I did!"

Clary's grip on the flower disappeared altogether. She took a breath, taking in the information. I did this… she kept repeating in her head. It's my fault. My fault. All my fault. Tears sprung into her eyes suddenly and she fought to keep them back. She shook the thoughts out of her head.

Jace noticed Clary's sudden change in emotion and rested a hand on her shoulder. He turned back to Hodge, anger flaming in his eyes. "Where is he?" he asked.

Hodge shook his head. "I have no idea. All I know is that he's buried somewhere in the quarry."

Clary looked down at the floor, a hand went to her face, covering it before running through her frizzy hair. "God, he could be anywhere," she mumbled to herself. But with the room being so quiet, everyone seemed to hear.

"Not exactly," Simon said,finally speaking up. He had the note Armel left in his hand. "Armel circled this area of the quarry in red, see?" he said, pointing to said area. "All we need to do is find out where in this area he is."

"And how do you suppose we do that?" Isabelle asked, curious. She could think of no way to find Jonathan's exact location. And certainly not in the time they had.

Clary's brain finally started to function again. "We need to go to the quarry." she said suddenly. Everyone gave her a confused look and she sighed. "If we go there then we might find something, anything, that might tell us where Jonathan is."

Suddenly, a loud crash, shattering glass and alarms. A loud blaring rang through the building, as well as emergency lights, that flashed orange through the room. Everyone had ducked at the crash and was startled at the siren.

"What's happening?!" Jace yelled, trying to be heard over the siren.

Clary walked to the window on the other side of the office to see people rushing all over the place. "Nothing good." she said and raced out the door, followed by everyone else.

They rushed around the corner to see one of the windows above the examination room was smashed. Glass shards covered the floor like confetti. The bones seemed to be untouched, thankfully, but there was something out of place. There was a small bouquet of flowers resting on top of the ribs. They almost made the scene peaceful, but Clary, and everyone else, knew that it was far from it.

Clary walked over to the remains, picking up the flowers, carefully. There was a note on top that read; À Clarissa (Adele). Clary stiffened at the name. She knew it was hers but, it was a reminder of how Jonathan was taken in the first place. She picked it off of the bouquet, nervous about what new hell would be set loose once she opened it. She opened the note and read it aloud. "You've bought yourself an extra day. Mais choisir vite. Toi, ou ton frère. -A.C."

…

It was almost eleven at night, and no one had left the Institute. They were still trying to figure out what to do. They had an extra day to find Jonathan now, but an even tougher decision to make. If they couldn't find him, then what? They couldn't just give Clary up.

"A token, desire, revenge, a tiken, desire, revenge, a token, desire, revenge." Clary repeated to herself in the quiet room.

Simon looked over at his friend,confused on why she kept repeating the same words over and over. "Why are you doing that?" he asked.

Clary kept her eyes on the flowers in front of her. "That's what they mean." she said. "The small white ones are laurestine's. They mean 'a token'. The orange rose's mean 'desire' and the yellow one's, the Bird's-foot trefoil, mean revenge." She sighed, running the meaning through her head. "It just doesn't make sense."

"This is Armel we're talking about." Isabelle said with a sigh, sitting down next to Simon. "It's not supposed to make sense."

"Until you are extremely close to finding him and he tries to blow you up in his closet." Jace said sarcastically.

Clary shot him a glare and turned back to the flowers in her hand. She knew they meant something. She just doesn't know what. Yet. Her eyelids felt heavy and she let out a huge yawn.

"Woah, Clary," Maia said, a small smile on her face. "Are you part cat or something?" She chuckled slightly, trying to lighten the mood. There were a few smiles and small chuckles, but nothing more.

Jace stood and looked down at Clary. "You, need sleep." he stated.

She looked up at him. "I'm fine," As she spoke, she let out another yawn. Frustrated, she flopped down onto the chair next to her, laying across them. "Okay I'm tired." She admitted, talking through her red curls that had fallen in front of her face.

Jace chuckled, then turned to the group. "Need a ride?" he asked. Simon and Izzy shook their heads. "Maia?" he asked.

She shook her head. "No. Jordan will be here soon to pick me up. Thanks." she said with a smile.

He turned back to Clary, who was still on the chairs, and shook her shoulder. "Let's go." he said. She didn't stir. She was sound asleep. He chuckled. "She is gonna hit me for this later." He muttered and slipped a hand under her knees and one around her shoulders. Picking her up bridal style. He turned back to face the group, giving them a small wave. "See you tomorrow." he said. "If not, find my body, please."

Simon laughed and Isabelle smacked his arm playfully before leaning her head on his shoulder. Maia shook her head and smiled. Clary wasn't one for, so called 'public displays of affection'. She remembered the time when Simon gave her a small hug on her birthday and she just shrugged him off.

Jace and Clary left, not too soon after Jordan picked Maia up and took her home. Then it was just Simon and Isabelle. They sat there on the couch, just relaxing, when Simon's phone buzzed. He picked it up and checked the notification.

Isabelle leaned over to see what was on his phone. "What is it?" she asked.

Simon smiled. "Jordan bet he could beat me 1v1 on COD Zombies." he chuckled. "Fat chance."

Isabelle rolled her eyes. "How could I be in love with such a dork?" She leaned on his arm and he smirked down at her.

"You love me." he teased, earning a hit on the arm. "Come on," he said, standing up. "We should get you home. It's late."

Ïsabelle yawned and followed him out to the car. Once they were on the road, Isabelle started to drift off, listening to the quiet tune on the radio and the hum of the motor. Her eyes were nearly closed, when a blinding white light brought her back to reality. Everything slowed down in front of her. She heard the screeching of tires and a loud crash. Suddenly she was being thrown sideways, then upside down, the to the other side. Like she was a ball rolling down a hill. Then it stopped and her head made contact with the dashboard, and her vision went black.

She woke to a banging. Metal on metal. Then the creaking of a door. Her head rolled to the right, to see what the noise was. Her eyes barely open. She was Simon. Blood trickling down his head, and from his nose. He was out cold. Suddenly, arms grabbed him, and pulled him out of the car. She wanted to call for him, but could barely move. She caught a glimpse of the man's face before she lost consciousness again. Fear struck her and it filled her eyes with darkness.

Armel.

Oops. That wasn't part of my plan. Well, it is now! Lol it's like 9:00 on Monday. I should really be sleeping… eh, sleep is overrated. Cupcakes! Yes? No? Too mad at me? Well, then I have a question for you. I was wondering who should die in this fic, I might not kill them, but I want your opinion.

Who should and shouldn't die:

-Hodge

-Valentine (he will come in later)

-Jonathan

-Simon (YES I JUST DID THAT!)

Okay, thats it. Who do you want, not want to die. THEY MIGHT NOT DIE AT ALL BUT ITS JUST TO KEEP MY OPTIONS OPEN! (please don't say Simon!)

See ya!

-TBBG