Captured

By TMITID

Fantasy / Romance

Leaky Pipes

Clary woke up to little rain droplets pattering one at a time on her forehead. She groaned and shut her eyes before focusing them on the room surrounding her. Large grey walls encompassed her tightly and the same cracked, concrete floor sat underneath her, only everything was different. This was definitely not the same room she had been in before. There were rusty pipes hanging and leaking from the ceiling, two windows were set very high on one side of the room, and the door in this room was not made of metal, but rather dark wood with black steel to lock it. Everything felt cold and Clary was shivering from head to toe, causing the chains encircling her wrists to make clinking noises.

“Clary,” Simon’s voice called from across the room. Clary’s heart dropped to the ground. Locked on the wall across from her were all of her friends: Jace, who sat next to Isabelle, who sat next to Simon, who sat next to Alec. However, Clary was all by herself, left alone to only be able to look at them, and their raw, red wrists. They all looked exhausted and drained: their hair was sticking out in random places, their eyes were half way open, and their heads were all now directed at her, wondering if she was okay.

“Oh my god,” she breathed out, cupping her face in her hands. She honestly thought that the night before had been a dream, that her friends were all safe and fine, but they weren’t and it was all her fault.

“Clary, we’re okay,” Jace said calmly, trying to grasp her attention. Clary didn’t look up, which caused everyone else to worry. “Look at me please,” he said softly, almost desperately.

Clary slowly tilted her head up and looked in to his eyes. The dark bags under her own eyes made her green orbs look more dull and greyish than they usually were. “This is my entire fault, guys,” she said slowly, shaking her head back and forth, while looking at each person.

“You have to stop blaming yourself, okay?” Isabelle said strongly. “Did you force us to come with you? No, that was our own decision. We chose to be here, so stop putting all the blame on yourself, and let us help you, alright?”

Clary swallowed and then nodded her head. Everyone looked at her with absolute concern, as Isabelle thought about what her life would have been had she been in Clary’s shoes. What if it were her with the demonic and downright evil brother? If Alec was that evil brother? No, she couldn’t possibly imagine a life like that, and she wondered if Clary ever even wanted a brother; she felt bad if she did.

Clary breathed in deeply and closed her eyes before speaking again. “Have you guys seen Sebastian? How long was I out?”

“He knocked us all out eventually as well,” Alec answered, gesturing to the others. “But we all woke up around two hours ago, I guess, and then Sebastian came down a little more than an hour ago,” he stated, informatively.

When no one continued to talk, Clary spoke, narrowing her eyes. “And what did he have to say?”

Everyone looked at Jace to answer, which made Clary’s own heart beat begin to beat faster. “He came down to check on you , and when he saw that you were still unconscious, he just said how he was excited for you to wake up,” Jace answered, looking at the ground.

Clary refused to let this shake her as the only sound in the room became the pitter-pattering of leaky pipes. “Okay,” she said shakily, keeping her eyes locked on anything that wasn’t her friends’ sad faces. “Why am I over here, and you all are over there?” She asked, shaking her head, while feeling a bit breathless.

“We don’t know,” Simon whispered so quietly, that Clary questioned whether or not she heard him correctly.

She shut her eyes, wanting to block everything out. “It’s going to be okay, Clary,” Jace said softly.

Clary’s eyes snapped open to look at her boyfriend. “It’s really sweet that you keep saying that, and I love you, you know I do,” she said. “But you cannot keep saying that to me when every other piece of evidence points to the contrary,” she finished in a frustrated tone.

“What do you want me to say, Clary?” Jace asked with more of a worrisome tone than an angry one. “That everything’s not going to be okay?”

“No, I don’t know, I just–” Clary stuttered and stopped to take a breath before continuing. She looked straight at the love of her life; her eyes never faltering. “Just tell me that you love me,” she whispered, tears reaching the edges of her eyes. “And tell me that no matter what happens, you‘ll be there, and you won’t leave me.”

Jace tilted his head and sighed, while everyone else looked away, not feeling comfortable with interrupting. “I will never, ever, leave you, Clarissa Fray,” he said with a raspy voice.

They looked at each other for a couple more seconds, as if they were having a private conversation that only they could hear, when Isabelle interrupted with a calm voice. “Um,” she said hesitantly, causing both Jace and Clary to look at her. “I just to warn you that now that you’re conscious, Sebastian will probably be down any second now.”

Clary nodded and inhaled, but before she had any time to think, the door creeped open, shining light onto the others’ eyes. Jace’s face turned from one of love and concern, to a glare in an instant, and with his facial expression, she knew right away who was behind the door.


Jocelyn, Luke, Maryse, Robert, and Magnus all sat within a room in the Gard around a round, large wooden table, awestruck at the news that had come their way. “All of our children are gone, with a monster,” Maryse muttered under her breath only loud enough for Robert, sitting beside her to hear. She was looking down at the tacky carpet and her black heels, trying to catch her breath. “And,” she spoke a bit louder. “One of our friends is dead.”

“What Sebastian did to Jia was horrible, but we have to think about the children now,” Robert spoke quietly, rubbing Maryse’s back.

Maryse automatically moved away, closer to Jocelyn and Luke, who were sitting next her. “Don’t touch me please,” she whispered.

“Maryse,” Robert said sternly. “Don’t act like this too. First Isabelle, now you?”

Maryse bit her lip and opened her mouth to respond, but Magnus jumped in before any more fighting could occur. “As much as I hate to disagree with you Mrs. Lightwood, Robert’s right. We have to think about who’s in danger right now,” he said, gesturing his black painted finger nails in the air.

“She was back for less than two days, and now she’s gone again,” Jocelyn muttered sadly to Luke, whom was rubbing circles into her back. Her head was resting on her shoulder, causing her red curls to flare out like flames, and Magnus sighed, knowing that there probably wouldn’t be much planning today.

“I think everybody needs go get some rest honestly because I don’t think that your heads are in the right mind set right now,” Magnus said eloquently, clapping his hands. “However, come down tomorrow morning and we’ll talk some more. I’m going to do a tracking spell tonight and see if that works, and I’m going to get some more help, but seriously, sleep, please.” Magnus said, laughing.

They all looked at him for a second longer and then nodded, and Magnus laughed to himself, watching them was like watching zombies in horror movies. He continued to sit at the round table in a very stark white room, while everyone else left, and all he did was thought. He couldn’t remember the last time that he had a moment to himself, and it was almost too eerily quiet. He thought about all of his friends in a lonely cell, and members of the Clave reporting to us that Jia was dead, and Alec. Alec. His head hurt too much and he felt that if he thought about Alec and that last kiss they shared anymore, he would surely break. He sat up and walked out of the room swiftly, glitter falling past his eyes as he did so.

He made it all the way to the front entrance of the Gard and then stopped, hearing hushed but loud voices in a room to the side. He stood next to the doorway and listened, watching Shadowhunters and members of the Clave walk by him every couple of minutes.

“I cannot believe you, Robert, you’re blaming this on me? Where have you been the last couple of months, huh? Because you definitely haven’t been with us,” Magnus could hear Maryse’s voice from the other side of the door.

“I needed some space, Maryse, that’s all I asked for,” Robert hissed back tensely.

“What did you expect me to tell our children for that long? They all knew what was up Robert, Isabelle was asking me questions daily, and I couldn’t say a thing. Do you realize how hard that was?”

“Well, Isabelle is placing her nose in places it doesn’t belong,” Robert continued. “She was snooping through my drawers just the other day, and she thinks that she has the right to be at mad at me.”

“She does!” Maryse practically screamed, causing people in the hall with Magnus to look up. There was a pause, and then a more hushed tone of voice. “She was without a father for months and with zero explanation, and don’t even start with me on how Alec probably felt.”

Magnus could hear pacing inside of the room and then the soft ticking of hands on a table top. “Actually, let’s talk about Alec,” Robert hissed.

“I know what you’re going to say and I’m not even going to let you go there,” Maryse whispered, outraged.

“Oh really, what am I going to say Maryse?”

Silence. All Magnus could hear was the sound of footsteps hitting tile near him and the ticking of a clock in the distance.

“He’s your son, and you will treat him with the same respect that you give Jace, do you understand?” Maryse said threateningly. If Magnus didn’t already know Maryse, he would have thought that Robert was in serious danger.

There was a long pause before anyone spoke again, so long that Magnus was just about to leave, before a masculine voice began speaking again. “Jace makes proper choices and –”

“Oh,” Maryse roared. “I am so done talking to you.”

Magnus heard dangerously loud footsteps coming closer and closer to the door, and knew that it was time for him to go. He ran quickly, yet elegantly, out the front door of the Gard; out onto the cobblestone streets of Alicante. He shouldn’t have eavesdropped and after hearing what they were talking about, he honestly wished that he hadn’t, but he had to erase the memory and think about more important matters.

He whipped out Alec’s phone from his pocket, which Alec gave him before he left, knowing that it would be destroyed anyways. Smiling at the picture of them on the screen, he unlocked it and dialed a number. The constant ringing felt like earthquakes in his ears, and for a moment he was worried that he wasn’t going to receive an answer, but then a voice came from the other end of the line.

Magnus paused on the street and looked around. Footprints were left in the snow behind him, but he didn’t feel cold, in fact, he felt almost enraged at the previous conversation he had heard. He shut his eyes tightly before speaking into the phone. “Could you possibly make it to Idris in the next day or so? I’m sure you’ve heard, but they’re all with Sebastian, and your aid would be greatly appreciated,” Magnus waited, tucking his arm into his coat pocket. “Great,” he sighed and continued to walk down the street. “Yes, bring her too; we need all the help that we can get.”

He shut the phone and slipped it back into his pocket, continuing to walk down the street. There were Shadowhunters all over Alicante, either laughing, or eating, or training, and Magnus was a bit jealous that so many still had their loved ones and Magnus’s were either all dead or in danger of being so.

He clenched his hands into tight fists and stalked down the rest of the road, towards the Lightwood’s home. Sebastian had already killed one of his friends, no matter how green and sour he could’ve been, Magnus was definitely not letting him kill five more of them.


“This is why I didn’t want her in the Shadow world,” Jocelyn told Luke, shaking her head as they stood pacing the length of Amatis’s bedroom.

“She chose this world, and you couldn’t keep it from her forever, Jocelyn. The past would have caught up to us either way.”

She stopped pacing the room to look at Luke. His short brown hair was sticking out in odd places, his blue eyes looked sadder than she had ever seen them, and his glasses were chipped in certain spots, but she still loved him more than ever before.

They didn’t say anything, but they didn’t have to, because Jocelyn was right next to him in a heartbeat with her lips pressed up against his. Luke held each side of Jocelyn’s face, her read curls falling out of her messy bun, effortlessly. She wrapped her arms around his waist, gripping the fabric of his flannel tightly.

He pulled away to look at her face and brushed a strand of hair out of her view. “I love you,” Luke said, staring at her as if she were the only thing that mattered.

Jocelyn nodded and narrowed her eyes, furrowing her eyebrows. “I love you too,” she said.

“No, I mean it, Jocelyn,” Luke said again. “I love you and I can’t imagine how my life would have turned out without you.”

Jocelyn pressed away from him a bit more, and gazed wondrously at him. “What brought this on?” She inquired, feeling as if something were on his mind.

“I just don’t tell you enough,” he replied, hugging her closer. She rested her head on his chest, feeling his steady heart beat and his rib cage breath in and out. “You know, all my life, I didn’t really have a mother figure, what with her joining the Iron Sisters and everything; it was just Amatis and I.”

Jocelyn continued to listen, not exactly sure where he was going with this as she already knew all of this information; she knew him like the back of her hand. “I know sometimes that you think that you’re a horrible mother, but I have got to tell that you aren’t. Clary is so, so lucky to have you as her mom, and she knows it,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head.

Jocelyn bit the bottom of her lip and smiled up at him. “Clary was lucky to have you in her life as well. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“Yes, you probably could have, but I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way,” he smirked. “But anyways,” he continued, before she could protest. “We raised Clary to be strong and smart, which means she will pull through, I can promise you that.”

Jocelyn sighed and nodded her head. “I love you,” she said as she leaned upwards to plant a small kiss on his lips once again. They stayed like that, huddled together in Amatis’s old bedroom, and in that moment everything felt perfect, even if it was the exact opposite.


Black holes. Black holes. Black holes.

Clary used to learn all about them in school, and how if you entered them, you would be lost in space forever. That was exactly how she felt as they were near her again.

Sebastian came into the room with a whip in his hand, dragging it along the floor, causing everyone in the room to sit up a bit straighter. Clary thought for sure that he would make his way straight over to her, but to her surprise, he barely even acknowledged her.

When he entered the room all he did was turn his head in her direction, smiling from ear to ear. “Good morning, little sis,” he snickered, and then he turned his full attention to the last person she thought he would pick on.

“Isabelle Lightwood,” he drawled out, causing Isabelle to glare daggers at him. Simon shifted on the ground a bit, while Jace moved closer to Isabelle. Sebastian gave a disgusted smile and then kneeled down so that he was looking at her straight in the eye. He tilted his head to the side. “Tell me if I’m wrong, but it was, in fact, you who let my brother and sister out last time, was it not?”

Oh no, Clary’s mind screamed at her, but she remained glued to her spot, and Isabelle didn’t look like she was going to speak any time soon either.

“I expect an answer,” Sebastian spat, getting uncomfortably close to Isabelle.

“It was me,” Isabelle spoke back defiantly.

Sebastian huffed. “Then it is you who will have to pay now, isn’t it,” he glared.

Isabelle didn’t even flinch as Jace, Simon, and Alec all tried to get closer and closer to Isabelle. The only ones who were successful were Simon and Jace.

“Don’t even think about it,” Simon hissed, his fangs popping out without him even realizing it.

Sebastian only laughed, his head shooting back as if it were the funniest thing in the world. “And what can you do about it, Daylighter?” He asked, as Simon remained quiet, glad that the attention was off of Isabelle, at least for now. “Instead of worrying about your little girlfriend, I would help Jace with his Heavenly Fire issues, seeing as sources of heat seem to be friendly with you.”

Sebastian looked up and down the row of them sitting with their backs pressed against the wall. “I would suggest that you all shut up now, if you know what’s good for you.”

Nobody listened to him.

He lifted the whip up in the air, with all of the guys screaming in protest. Isabelle shut her eyes, expecting the worst, when all of the sudden Clary screamed at the top of her lungs, causing Sebastian to drop the whip at his side.

Stop!” Clary screamed. Once the whip was dropped, Sebastian turned around sharply, focusing all of his attention on Clary, and seeming to completely forget Isabelle. Isabelle looked over at Clary with wide eyes, which told Clary that she thought she was insane.

“And you,” Sebastian sneered, becoming angrier and angrier as time flew by. “You think that you can escape me? You belong to me, Clary, when will you learn that?”

Clary pursed her lips, but refused to respond.

“Cat got your tongue?” Sebastian asked, kneeling down face-to-face with her again. He lightly touched the tip of her chin with his thumb, causing Clary to automatically recoil. Sebastian chuckled and then stood up. “Fine, I know what will make you speak again,” he said sternly, raising his whip up in the air.

Clary saw the whip coming down and turned towards the wall to protect her face, leaving her back open. She heard the ringing of clattering chains and Jace screaming for him to stop, but Sebastian didn’t back down, because all of the sudden Clary felt the whip on her back like a thousand bee stings. She groaned and bit her lip protesting to give Sebastian the satisfaction. Clary thought that he would stop after one, but he didn’t, and each time Clary refused to yell out.

Pieces of her shirt were falling to the ground as she began to become dizzy with all of the hitting. “Clary don’t you understand? I won’t stop until I am able to hear you speak.” He spoke, separating each word.

Clary held out for a couple of more hits, but in the end, she screamed. She screamed louder than she ever did before because she had never felt pain like this in her entire life. There were tears streaming down her face and she could not catch her breath.

“Wouldn’t life have been so much easier if you had only done that a couple hits ago?” Sebastian asked casually. Usually, Clary would have made a snide remark back to him, but she couldn’t find her voice, and her entire world was a mix of different shades of grey.

Finally she regained her focus enough to see Jace’s blazing eyes and a heat coming off of him that had to be the Heavenly Fire. “I’m going to kill you,” Jace seethed, making eye contact with Sebastian.

“Aw, but you can’t,” Sebastian sneered. “Because you still can’t get this little Heavenly Fire to work,” he ended, sarcastically pouting as if the thought actually made him sad.

Sebastian then swiftly pulled out a stele from his jean pocket, and walked over to Clary. Clary immediately shuffled as far as she could away from him, but she had nowhere to go. He grasped her arm and hissed in her ear, leaving red marks on her skin. “Relax,” he said, causing her to fight back even harder. “Relax, it’s only an Iratze, Clarissa.” Clary stopped moving instantly, frozen to her spot.

Sebastian grinned. “That’s what I thought,” he said, as Clary felt the familiar burn of a rune being drawn onto her back. Instantly, some of the searing pain on her back lessened, but Sebastian still had a firm grip on her arm. “Rest up,” he whispered into her ear, creating a shiver that ran out of Clary’s body.

Sebastian stood up and started to pace out of the room, but before he did, he turned around. “You’re going to need it,” He spoke louder, almost threateningly towards her.

When the door slammed shut, Clary shut her eyes and rested her burning back on the concrete wall behind her, which felt cool to the touch. She sighed in relief and heard people trying to grab her attention, but she was too far gone.

One of the last things she heard before the different blurs of grey swept her away was Jace’s voice telling her that he would never leave her.


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