Chapter 73: Hello again! I'm so sorry it took me so long to update! I have been so busy with life and then a few vacations. Thanks for sticking it out. I had this chapter done a few days ago and then destroyed and rewrote it. Almost done! The end is nigh. Angst. Drama. Putting Clary through the ringer… rinse, repeat. Almost there.
TRIGGER WARNINGS: Rated M. Graphic violence. Non-con. Drugs. Gun violence. Trauma.
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Previously: "Jon, don't please… I love him, he's my best friend…" She struggled weakly against Jonathan who shushed her and cooed into her ear. "Shh, love. You must have forgotten. You don't get to love anyone but me, Clarissa."
Alec nodded at Jace and stepped over the body of the latest Morgenstern goon that thought to try and stop them. Jace nodded back, smiling humorlessly. "This floor is secure, we're clear to continue." I will kill them all to get her back. I don't care anymore. They carefully ascended the grand staircase towards Jonathan's wing of Morgenstern Manor. Before fleeing the premises, as Will ordered her to, Christine had texted them a floor map, with the location of the bedroom where Clary was being held. Alec and Jace jumped when they heard multiple gunshots at the far end of the wing. Squatting in the doorway of an empty bedroom for cover, the detectives listened carefully for footsteps. Standing up. They carefully crossed the hall to secure the other rooms when several hysterical medical personnel turned a corner down the long hallway towards them. A frightened nurse ran to them waving her hands. "I-it's Mrs. Morgenstern. She has a gun and just started firing… you have to go and protect Mr. Morgenstern… She's batshit crazy! There are no other guards around to help." Jace and Alec looked at eachother and back at the frightened crowd of nurses and doctors. No other guards? Nice.
Alec waved them through. "You better clear out of the manor, ma'am. Things could get ugly. We want you all safe. We'll handle the… Morgensterns." Jace smirked at Alec as the crowd scrambled to the stairs, running to the first floor. The two best friends continued to sweep the floor, securing rooms, when they both froze. A woman screamed in the distance. Jace's eyes widened and his mouth went dry. "That's Clary Alec! Come on." Jace ran down the long hallway towards the screams, leaving Alec behind. "Shit! Jace wait, we have to secure the area…" Shifting his gun left and right, Alec quickly followed Jace down the hall, muttering to himself. "Fucking Herondales."
Clary pulled the trigger again and again. And again, her eyes squeezed shut, as she screamed. Die you fucking psycho. When the gun clicked, she knew she had exhausted her ammo. Shaking, she dropped the gun and opened her eyes to see no one standing at the end of her bed or in her room. Please be dead. Please. Clary slowly pulled her covers off and sat on the edge of the bed, dizziness from the drugs overtaking her. Don't faint. Don't faint. Taking a deep breath, she pulled her IV out and looked at the floor. Beneath a toppled surgical table and papers, staring back at her with one shocked dead eye was Dr. Pontmercy. The other eye was gone, a bloody hole remaining, where Clary's bullet flew through his head. Clary swallowed as bile rose in her throat. Oh my god. I killed him. I killed him.
Clary hummed in confusion as a wave of dizziness engulfed her and her eyes blurred. Where was Jonathan? He was just there. Did he run? Where is he? Clary screamed and slipped off the bed, when she heard a groan and saw Dr. Pontmercy suddenly move. Clary's eyes widened in terror and she backed up, further into the room. Fuck. Pontmercy's body was suddenly shoved aside as Jonathan Morgenstern, covered in blood and brains, slowly stood up from the floor, his hand clutching a wound on his right side. Jonathan slowly stalked towards her, tight lipped, his black eyes glittering dangerously. Clary's heart hammered against her chest and she whimpered, backing up against her vanity. "Stay back, J-Jonath–" He quickly closed the distance between them, grabbing her hair and clutching her jaw with his other hand. Shaking her head in his grip, he leaned down and smashed his lips against hers, biting her bottom lip painfully. "Clarissa," he hissed against her mouth. "Please call me Sebastian… it's time for your punishment, kitten."
Clary cried out and her knees buckled as Jonathan dragged her back to the bed and tossed her face down. Scrambling, she turned over onto her back as he climbed over her, straddling her waist. Clary swung wildly at his face and kicked her legs. Jonathan ignored her struggles, easily pinning her arms beneath his legs, squeezing her with his thighs. Clary felt nauseous and gasped in pain as he pressed against her abdomen. "Let go, you fucking psychopath. You're hurting me, Jon–" Clary's ears rang and her face stung as he backhanded her, splitting her lip. Grinding his arousal against her, he ran his hand back and forth across her chest. "Shut up, Clarissa. You asked for this when you fucking killed my doctor and shot me… although it's just a flesh wound. I'm fine by the way! Now. It's time to remind you who you belong to. Then we can move on." Whimpering, she turned her head to the side, tasting blood, as she felt his rough hands tear her bra open. He's going to rape me again. Oh my god.
Clary's vision blurred and she became dizzy, sobbing helplessly as Jonathan hummed and began groping and biting her sore breasts. Clary felt him slide his hand into her underwear and violently grip her sex, then tearing her underwear away. "I can't wait to put another baby in you, Clarissa. Perhaps a son next time, love. I will have my family, just as we discussed, so many months ago… you, me, and our children. A real family. We shall have our own portrait over the fireplace… but first–" Clary began to buck and struggle against him as he unfastened his belt. Leaning forward he covered her mouth with his as he shoved his pants down, grinding his naked want against her. "I know we're supposed to wait for you to heal, kitten. But I simply can't. I'll make sure you get stitched up as good as new after we're done, though." Clary screamed and thrashed as he pinned her wrists against the mattress and knocked her legs apart, positioning himself at her entrance. "Don't, Jonathan. Stop, pl–" Clary closed her eyes and gasped as Jonathan suddenly stiffened, then dropped limp on top of her, his dead weight crushing her into the mattress. Feeling warm liquid pooling across her chest, she looked down to see blood trickle from the side of Jonathan's head. Clary screamed and shoved weakly at his dead weight, when she heard a woman's voice. "Shh, niece. He's unconscious. I hit him with your gun. Twice. I may pistol-whip his psycho-ass, just for kicks after I get you out of here. Stay still, Clary. Let me get this garbage off of you, honey." Amatis.
Clary's Aunt grunted as she rolled Jonathan off of Clary, his unconscious body thudding as it hit the floor. Clutching the sheets, Clary covered herself and scrambled up to the head of the bed. "Amatis… y-you saved me. Thank you. He was going to–" Amatis secured Jonathan's hands behind his back, using the soft hospital restraints the hysterical nurse had left behind, then sat down on the side of the bed, handing Clary a black robe. Trembling and feeling the effects of the drugs, Clary took the robe and slowly pulled it on, flicking her eyes down at Jonathan's prone form. Unconscious and tied up. Are we safe now?
Amatis' blue eyes, so much like Clary's father, glistened with unshed tears as she helped Clary tie the robe. "It was the least I could do, honey. I should have done so much more, so many times, but I– I was trapped after they–. But I'm back now. I'm here for you… can you ever forgive me?" Clary nodded, tears pricking her eyes as she reached for her Aunt, hugging her tightly. "Of course, Amatis. I understand. I do– my dad would be so proud of you for saving me… I was able to pass Celine to Tess. She should be safe now, hopefully on her way out of Idris. We need to call Jace and lock Jonathan in a cell downst- Amatis?" Clary gasped as Amatis' eyes widened in terror, her Aunt's mouth dropping open in a silent scream.
Amatis gripped Clary's arms tightly as blood began to pour from her mouth, then her hands went slack. Shaking her head, cold horror crept into Clary's chest as she saw Jonathan rise up behind her Aunt, violently twisting a scalpel in the back of her neck. Growling, he pulled her away from Clary and tossed her aside. A scalpel… from the toppled table? No. Trembling and unable to speak, Clary looked up at Jonathan. He's a fucking demon. His face was streaked with blood from Amatis' attack. Blood soaked his shirt and hands, where the restraints hung in tatters from the scalpel. Amatis' blood. She's dead. He looked feral… like a monster. A demon from hell. Sebastian. He looked back at her, his black eyes wild and angry. He grinned at her maniacally as he panted, licking his lips. After quickly texting someone, he reached for her, scooped her into his arms and kissed her forehead hard. "Time to go, love. Let's go get our daughter back from Tessa. Yes. Yes. I heard what you said to Amatis. Tessa will have to die too now." Clary felt something break inside of her mind and she blinked up at him, nodding dumbly. He always wins. He's fucking immortal. Unstoppable. I can't anymore…
Whimpering, Clary closed her eyes, her ears ringing and her head spinning. She heard the gunshots that killed her best friend, playing in the same sick loop as before. Simon. In her mind she saw Jonathan shoot Jem. She saw Nate pouring kerosene over Maia and the poor pregnant girl. Crying out, she saw the blood pour from her Aunt's mouth as the life left her blue eyes. Amatis. Her mind assaulted her with every terrible trauma she had suffered at the hands of Valentine and Jonathan Morgenstern… at Sebastian's, over the past year. Rinse. Repeat. The whole loop played again and again. She was finished. Broken. He always wins. He always wins… Rinse. Repeat. Clary sighed in resignation and fell limp against him.
Jonathan kicked the wardrobe door closed behind him, grabbing his black duffle bag, he hoisted Clary higher in his arms. He looked down at her and kissed the top of her head. "We're getting out of here, love. I have a house in Switzerland. You and Celine will love it… and no one will ever find us." She simply stared at his chest and blinked, her hands crossed over her breasts, no longer fighting him. She must be in shock. "Just rest, Clarissa. I have pain meds and dressing supplies. I'll take care of you." Annoyed at her lack of response, Jonathan sighed and shoved his clothes aside, uncovering a keypad. He quickly entered a code and a door slid open behind the clothing rack. He smirked. He had never had to use the escape tunnel before, but Morgenstern Manor had been breached. Entering the tunnel, he clutched Clary tighter and hurried along. Emil and what's left of my men will have the helicopter ready and then we're out.
Jace screamed in frustration, tearing at his hair, as Alec quickly covered Amatis' body with a sheet. "Goddammit, Alec. She was just here!" They had just run into the room and found the bodies of Pontmercy and Amatis amongst the mess of trashed medical equipment. Jace had been horrified to find Clary's torn undergarments on the bed, where there had been an obvious struggle. The ensuite was empty, as well as the wardrobe. There was no way Jonathan or Clary could have come out of the room without passing them. "Keep it together, brother. Look, Amatis' body is still… warm and the blood is fresh. She must have been killed in the last few minutes. We have to have missed something, Jace. Check the wardrobe again, I'll check the perimeter. Maybe there's a cliche secret passage in this creepy mansion." Jace nodded at Alec and took a deep breath, walking into the wardrobe. I can't help Clary if I lose my shit. Jace walked to the back of the wardrobe, violently shoving the clothes aside to check the walls, growling as a drawer of lingerie fell open, spilling at his feet. Jace shuddered, remembering what Clary told him about the assaults Jonathan inflicted on her. You're dead, Morgenstern. Clearing Clary's side, he shoved a row of Jonathan's clothes back. Shit. How did I miss this? "Alec! There's a fucking tunnel here. Come on!" Jace pulled out his gun and flashlight, running wildly into the darkness, ignoring Alec's yells to slow down. I'm coming, Morgenstern. This ends now.
Frowning, Jonathan sat Clary in the far seat of the helicopter and fastened her safety belt. She still wasn't responding to him and was breathing heavily. It's like she's catatonic. Perhaps I came on too strong… and killed Lewis… killed Amatis. Yeah she may need a few minutes. None of Jonathan's guards were present. The ones that hadn't been killed or incapacitated by the Herondale fuckers, were still preoccupied with troubleshooting the fire at his offices. No matter. I have more men in Switzerland. Sighing, Jonathan began to climb into the helicopter and looked over at Pangborn. "Emil, start the engine. It's time to go. We need to get my wife to the house in Switzerland to recover and locate Tessa Gray. That bitch has my daughter." Emil nodded and the helicopter roared to life.
Stepping up, Jonathan sat down, fastening his seatbelt. He reached over and stroked Clary's cheek and hummed. She was burning up and had fallen asleep or fainted, exhaustion and the drugs finally overtaking her. She'll need a doctor after we land. She may have an infection. Little minx killed Pontmercy. Flicking his eyes down to her chest he smirked at how her robe hung open, exposing the marks he left on her ravaged breasts. Mine. As the helicopter left the ground, Jonathan reached over to close the door when it was torn back open. What the fuck? Jonathan barely had time to react when Jace fucking Herondale dove on top of him, shoving his gun against Jonathan's cheek. "Got you, bitch."