Broken

Chapter 20

RECAP:

CLARY:

I was going to go somewhere were no one would find me. Some place were I could have my baby without having to worry about who's going to hurt him or me.

Isabelle came into the room.

"What are you doing up? You're supposed to be in the infirmary. Resting." She scolded with a hand on her hip.

"What are you doing? Why are you packing Clary?"

"I'm leaving."

"I lost Max. I can't lose you too, Clary."

I'm really doing this.

I'm really leaving.

"I'll wait outside the door. I'm taking you outback."

I scribbled down a note for My mom, Simon and Jace. I took Tape and Taped them to the door.

I quickly got my steele out and on the nearest wall I drew a rune that would slowly set the room on fire. I went to the other wall and drew myself a portal. I imagined were I wanted to go and stuck my head in. The place quickly formed and I grabbed my bags and threw them in I looked back at my now burning room and quickly jumped in the portal.

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Someone was using the elevator.

Jace took a deep breath and straightened up. He went to to kitchen and grabbed some coffee.

"I'm going to go check on Clary. See if she's awake." Jace said taking a gulp of his coffee and walking down the halls to the infirmary.

Once he knew the infirmary was clear he realized that something was missing. Or rather someone.

Clary was gone.

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Once I wrote the notes I Jumped into the portal and felt my body get sucked in my head was going to explode from the pressure.

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I opened my eyes looking around my new scenario. It was dark out here. I literally got dropped on the out skirts of the small town. I grabbed my stuff that had fallen on the green grass and made my familiar way into town.

"The law is hard, but it is the law." I mumbled making my way into one of the dimly lit streets. I released a small breath and kept searching,searching for the mansion that was rebuilt from its ruins not to long ago.

I kept going even with the protest of my swollen feet. I had been walking for 30 minutes straight until I found the huge charcoal grey mansion. The Morgenstern-Fairchild mansion- as it was renamed- is straight out modern since my mother never intends to come back here ever again. The Clave made the house like mansion modern  in hopes that I would come and visit my native home once in a while.

I told them that I would only come when it was totally necessary- like an attack or something similar. I guess thing change, I'm here because there is going to be an attack. Their going to attack me and this was my only escape. They would have found me either way but the wards around Idris will prevent them from finding me, finding us.

As I made my way inside the padlocked gate entering the code that was engraved into my memory the tall gates opened for me and I slowly walked in silently thanking the time difference here. I slowly opened the door by pressing my hand against the door so I would recognize that I'm a shadowhunter and that I am the owner of the house. I walked into the house and set my bags on the floor I clapped my hands twice like they had showed me in the tour. The house came alive with all the lights turning on at once. I made my way to the kitchen as I remembered the way and found a complete white and grey kitchen with all of these top of the line utensils and materials. I just went to the fully stocked fridge and grabbed and apple. Tired, I went back and grabbed my bags slowly making my way up to the master bedroom. I opened the door slowly and set everything on the floor I took of my boots and laid down on the super king size bed. It was so soft and warm, like someone was already laying on it minutes before.

Wait...Its as if someone was already laying on it... I thought as I slowly became alert.

I remembered the daggers holding up my bun. I slowly reached for them booth with one hand and massaged my scalp with the other as if I hadn't already caught on. In that moment I heard the walk in closet doors creak and that was my queue. I expertly threw the daggers to where the doors were. A small child like screech was heard through out the closet. I slowly got up and was on guard shadowhunter children are trained from a very young age they might have something on me. 

I stood next to the door and slowly opened one of the sliding doors. I waited for someone to come out but no one did. I peered inside and a shoe came flying towards my face. My reflexes were good so I saw it in time to duck. I lifted my head and my eyes widened at what I was seeing, a small little boy about 4 years old sitting in a corner whimpering and crying, trying to hide himself more into the wall. With wide eyes I dropped the dagger and hurried over to the small child helplessly bawling his eyes out at this point.

"Oh my god! Are you okay? Did I hurt you? I thought you were someone trying to hurt me. I had no idea it was a baby." I rushed out trying to soothe the small child. The small boy stopped crying but started to hick up like a drunk person. I slowly started to look around his small body trying to see if he had any injuries.

I let a relieved sigh when he didn't have any injuries. I looked at the small boy in the eyes he had mesmerizing catlike eyes. His eyes were cat eyes. Sky blue cat eyes. He had beautiful curly midnight black hair. He was awfully thin like he hadn't eaten in months.

"Shit..." I whispered realizing this was a warlock baby. One that awfully reminded me of my warlock friend Magnus and Alec.

"Hi, baby. Can you tell me your name?" I asked in a very gentle voice, like one would do when trying not to scare a wild animal. He stopped hiccuping a little while ago and his cat eyes stared at me intently, it resemble a person searching for trust.

And I guess he found it because he opened his mouth to speak. "My name no name, lady." He whispered slowly in his small baby like voice. I was confused.

What did he mean by no name. I thought

At my confused eyes he decided to try and explain. "Mi mamá didn't give me a nombre. Ella me tiene miedo. She left me aqui. En este sitio. Camine solo hasta llegar aqui. Then I stayed until now."  he said in a strong spanish accent shrugging his small shoulders even though I saw the tears gathering in his eyes.

"Oh my. Have you eaten anything since you came here?" I asked worried about his frail figure. "No. I can't reach the food in the metal box in the other room." He said turning his face away.

I let out a small gasp and offered him my hand. He slowly looked at it and then at me. "I'm going to make you something to eat while we brainstorm names for you, after we eat I'll give you a nice warm bath and you can sleep with me if you want. " I told him gently holding his small frail hand in my own.

We made our way slowly down the stairs where I prepared macaroni and cheese with some pork chops. The baby boy ate all of it with my help he instantly looked sleepy so I took him in my arms and took him to my bathroom to prepare him a nice warm bath. I slowly helped him undress and helped him bathe. I got him a nice big sweater of mine and dressed him in that. By the time he was dressed
he was already asleep in my arms. I gently set him under the covers of my bed and crawled in next to him.

As soon as my head hit the pillow I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

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