New York Institute, Upper East side Manhattan
Saturday, 012:55 a.m
Alec and Izzy were in the main entrance to the Institute, strapping the last of the weapons to themselves.
Clary rushed in, securing her seraph blade.
"Where do we start? Newyork is a pretty big place." She asked, Izzy shook her head.
"That's something Jace forgot to mention." She sighed.
"And it doesn't help that Y/n knows this city like the back of her hand." Alec chimed in, there was suddenly a large knock on the door and he opened it to see Magnus.
"Magnus?"
"Y/n's not here is she?" He asked, breathless and eyes wide.
"Do you know where she is?" Jace had come down the stairs, all geared up.
"She came to my house and she stayed there for a little while. I portled her back to the Institute but I used a tracking spell to see if she made it back here okay but she's at Renwicks. I came here to make sure you hadn't just taken her on a mission. She's been taken hasn't she?" He asked.
"We need to get to Renwicks and fast." Jace said, and no one argued.
Renwicks
Saturday 01:18 a.m
I gripped my leg, blood seeping through my fingers, Valentine's knife had created a deep cut on my leg. I grimissed, it hurt to move and I took a deep breath.
I was in a smaller room I had ducked in when I fled, I was still trapped in the warehouse but I willed myself to keep quiet. I kept my small body pressed between the pipes. I peeled back the small tear of my trousers to see and the gash was deep, pulsing red. It was bad, I couldn't help but silently cry. I was terrified.
If only I had a stele, if only I had stayed at Magnus's, if only I hadn't yelled at Jace. If only I had listened to him.
"Fuck." I cursed softly.
"Come on, I think she went this way." A voice said, loud and demanding, footsteps trailed past the room I was in and I held my breath and with luck, none of them came in, there were at least 3 sets of footsteps. How many people did Valentine have in the building?
"They're coming for you, shhhh, just calm down." I whispered, practically mouthing. "You're hurt but not dead, you're not dead. The others will come find you, they will, just hang on." I kept one hand pressed on my thigh and used the other to clutch the ring which still hung around my neck.
"I'm sorry Mamma, I'm sorry." I felt more warm tears slip down my face. And someone grabbed my hair and hauled me from behind the pipes.
"I found her!" He announced, "go tell Valentine." He pointed his sword at the cut on my thigh and pressed, I screamed, pain shocking my body and I blacked out.
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independent. | Jace Wayland
Fanfiction7 year old Y/n Cartwright didn't know why her parents had thick dark tattoos or why they lived in the middle of nowhere and she didn't question it... They died before she could. Years later, after living a solitry life in Newyork city, she returns...
