Saving Her

Chapter 13:

Jace
I sat up, and groaned. I ran my hand through my hair. Then I realized there was something missing.
"Clary?!"
I got up immediately and ran outside.
"Magnus! Have you seen Clary?! She's gone!"
"What?! I told you she isn't allowed much movement! She could tear her healing wound open."
"Don't you think I know that!" I ran to her room, and opened the door. It was empty.
"Clary?!" I heard Isabelle call from the hallway, and the same from Alec and then Magnus.
I ran to my room next finding it empty as well. I knew if we didn't find her soon that something bad would happen.
"Jace!" I heard Isabelle yell.
I ran out towards her voice. Alec was carrying Clary down from the greenhouse. Her shirt had been soaked with blood, and Magnus followed closely behind.
They ran into the infirmary, and Magnus took off the bandage. Clary's face was white as snow, and her torso dark red with blood. Magnus had begun stitching together the wound. Her eyes had opened now.
She cried out as Magnus stitched.
He cleaned the wound, and rewrapped it in fresh gauze.
He handed me a wet towel.
"Clean the blood off of her, and get her redressed."
I nodded, and wiped the blood off her stomach, and chest. She wouldn't look at me. Her eyes were staring straight ahead, at the wall.
"Clary, for goodness sake please talk to me! I'm begging you here. I love you, and I have watched you nearly die so many times. I'm begging you to talk to me, look at me. Anything."
She turned to me. Her lips didn't move to speak but her hand rested on my cheek. I closed my eyes. Then her lips were against mine. A desperate kiss, with her tears slipping onto my lips. Her desperation took my breath away, and I felt her sorrowfulness. For what, I didn't have a clue.
Then she lay back, and her hand grasped my shirt, tugging me closer.
"Clary, you're hurt. Not now."
She sighed, and let go. Her hand took mine, and held it tightly.
"Why won't you speak?"
She looked away from me. Still silent. The silence was killing me, but I couldn't make her speak. Not now. Probably not ever. I missed her voice, her soft, elegant voice. I leaned down, and kissed her head. Then her eyes softly, slowly closed. Leaving her asleep.
I leaned back in the chair, and closed my eyes.

"Jace get up" Isabelle was shaking me awake.
"What is it Iz?"
"It's Valentine, he's on the move again. More demons, in the center of town.
I nodded and pulled out my weapons. I stood, glancing back at clary for a moment then following Isabelle to deal with the demons.

I had taken out more demons than I could count, but they just kept coming. I was growing weary. I know, me. But I knew the others were feeling the same, maybe worse.
We could not go on much longer, and the demons were coming faster, and more skilled.
Then Valentine was walking, straight toward us with Azle, and many more demons following. But Azle was all I cared about, I had to know what happened.
I charged him, and tackled him to the floor, putting my stele against his throat.
"What did you do to Clary?!"
He chuckled, and grinned his evil grin.
"Didn't you ask her?"
I growled
"She won't speak, because of whatever you did. So tell me or I'll end your life."
He laughed even harder.
Then he flipped, so he was on me. He pulled my stele away and threw it.
"Let me show you" Azle said.
Then he drew a rune on my arm, and put his hand over it.
Suddenly I was in a cell, on the floor was Clary. Her shirt had been removed, and she was given a solution. She didn't move, and I felt her struggle. She seemed to try to reach for something and things began to click.
The demon ran his fingers along her chest, and along her stomach. I watched helpless as the demon smirked evilly, and touched my Clary. Then at that moment everything fell into pieces. I pulled out of the trance, and flipped so I had the upper hand.
"I swear I'll kill you!" Then he was gone.
"Dammit!" I yelled the pieces of the puzzle finally fitted together.