True Family Love

Not Me

(P.O.V. JACE) I awake in a cell, chained to the wall by my wrists. I pull hard against the binds and hiss in pain, "demon metal," I growl as I struggle harder. I hear a malicious laugh come from outside my cell and down the hall, "Well well, looks like angel boy finally woke up." I immediately recognize Sebastians voice. My first thought; Where is Clary, but I know it's not smart to voice this concern. "You bastard, what are you doing here?" I snarl at him. He just laughs again and I hear his footsteps coming closer. As he steps into the light, I can see the signs of meglect, despite his 'happy' demenor. His hair is dull and ragged, his cheeks are sunk partially in, and his eyes seem distant. A visible and fist shaped bruise is showing on his face, and a slight limp, implies unseen injuries. As he draws closer, he laughs, "you still haven't figured out how to get out of those?" I just growl at him and pull slightly against the bonds. His eyes change and harden, and he laughs evily, "too bad you'll never have the key." He swings and dangles a set of keys just inside the bars of my cell, I'm just waiting for his cockyness to cause him to drop them. My waiting is not unfruitful, as he swings them again, they fly off his finger and land at my feet. "Thanks for the keys demon boy." I kick them back with my feet and grab them and unlock my manacles. "You may wanna tell daddy you just set free your prisoner, "I say as I am the one laughing now. Sebastian looks truly terrifyed, not of me though, he seems frightened to tell Valentine. He runs up the stairs, I can hear him cursing all the way up the stairs. As he does, I assess my ways to leave, three of the walls are solid concrete, and the forth is the cell bars. The back wall has a empty square, though it is covered with bars as well. The ceiling i see though is empty, too bad for Valentine he doesn't know about my abilities. I laugh as I jump straight up and out of the 25 foot tall cell. I run as I do, as far from the castle as I can. After an hour of running i can just make out a petite figure leaned against a tree. Please don't be Clary, please don't be Clary. I think and pray as I run faster towards the figure. As I get close enough to see the fiery red hair slumped against the tree, I'm too late, a figure is already picking her up. I run as fast as I can, stopping just short of approaching her and the figure. I'm ready to fight anything to save her. As i sneak closer to where I can see, I realize the one thing I'm not ready to face. Myself.