When the Sun Goes Down | Shadowhunters Fanfiction

27 Something Against

By now you must know that I coward down, going back to the dining area. I sat down in one of the boots, staring into the abyss in silence and then both my index fingers bled. I was told that when I stress, I tend to scratch them, digging my nails in till it felt numb or bleeds. I trace my Iratze afterwards, but then my mind does it again, repeating a cycle of pattern that I can't seem to stop.

I remind myself that Izzy has a trusted advocate and seeing that my parabatai rune is still in affect gives me hope. Everything in my life is falling apart, I have to get the Cup somehow.

I don't know where Jace loyalty lies nowadays and I'm balls-out terrified to ask what he's going to do.

"I don't understand... why would Valentine tell a prisoner what he was planning to do?" I probed in wary.

"He didn't. Well, not directly." Michael utters "But he gave me a way to learn all about his plans."

"How do you mean?" Jace asks.

"He injected me with Downworlder blood." Michael states with a pain in his voice. Jace face turns irate "The pain was excruciating. Sometimes I was sick for days. But it's not often you got a Shadowhunter to experiment on, so I guess that's why he always stopped short of killing me. But, little by little..."

This is the part where Michael told us that Valentine's experiments resulted in him developing enhanced hearing and vision. The kind of thing natural to Downworlders and what Nephilims can get with our runes.

Michael claimed he heard that Valentine was worried that if Seelie scouts were able to find their base, then it'll be only a matter of time before Shadowhunters track him down. He's planning a move against our Institute and his attack with the Forsaken was just a start.

He's planning to move his base of operation closer to the Institute. He projects that we'll look everywhere excepts anywhere near us... Renwick's.

"Who's Renwick?" Clary questions.

"It's not a who. It's a where." Jace points outs.

"It's a deserted hospital on Roosevelt Island." I explained "An Island owned by the Blackwells."

Renwick Hospital was a famous lunatic asylum in built in 1800's. When the smallpox epidemic broke out in Manhattan, it quarantined the poorest victims of the borough. Aside from treating insanity and plague it was also well-known as a debtor's prison.

After some time, the hospital was abandoned. Its building is forbidden to public access. Strong glamour was cast making it look like it's in disrepair and haunted, enclosed by a thirty-foot chain-link fence and floodlights to mundanes. When the warrants for the Blackwells was issued, all their property was ceased by the Clave, including the hospital.

No one's been monitoring on any Circle members ceased properties for years...

...I guess Valentine had a point.

"Blackwell? His one of the people who attack Luke at his house." Clary asks, I softly nodded in reply.

"He left me to die in that cage." Michael exclaims in frustration.

"Valentine never wasted time on compassion." I scoffed, sympathizing on what he'd gone through.

"He won't get any from me when the time comes." Jace hissed as he stood up.

"Before it does, you need a strategy." said Michael, stopping Jace from walking out "Waiting could mean the difference between failure and success."

"Okay." said Jace "Maddie and I will scout Renwick's tonight."

"Jace, don't." Clary protest, standing in his way to stop him "Your runes are still weak. Maddie and I will go. Just take this extra time to rest and-"

"I'll be fine, Clary." Jace interrupts, adamant to get his revenge.