Who I am

Connection

"Up, get up. Time for food." A voice sweet as silk, but with a constrained anger behind it. "Give me your weapons." She states.

"I lost them. Check me. I have none." I state. I managed to hide them in the wall. She looks at my figure.

"Very well then, come. Since you have to weapons, you don't need to be tied." She says lightly.

"Thank goodness." She rounds back on me.

"You want them back?"

"No. I most certainly do not, master." I say sarcastically

"I wouldn't do that." She pulls out the doll. I nod, and follow silently. Laid out at the table, is a feast. Turkey, stuffing, pasta, everything.

"What's poisoned?" I ask, sitting at the table.

"Nothing." Sonomus seems surprised that I asked this question. I take a small piece of pasta, and eat it. Nothing

"Good. If it was, I wouldn't have eaten." I say.

"Now, I need you healthy in order to do my work. I have to take care of my prodigy." She says.

"Why do you call me that? A prodigy?" I ask, unsure why she always says that. She said that during the Projection, and scared everyone. The hurt look on Jace's face.

"Because I have taken you under my wing. I never take people in, because I see potential. Therefore you're my prodigy. You're the first Shadowhunter I've worked with. You understand, right?" She says, with a fondness in her I never thought possible.

"Oh. So you chose me to do your maniacal work because you're afraid to get your hands dirty so you turn me against my family against my will." I say with sarcasm. Her face fell into a cold scowl. Unbearable pain rushed through me and I fell onto the floor, curled up into a ball, and screamed. "Stop. Please." I plead. A sharp pain collides in my ribs and I feel one crack.

"Then enough with the attitude. I need you healthy to kill your friends. Why I want you, not because you're good, but because you're different. Ever wonder why your parents never took you to the Institute? Because they aren't Shadowhunters. You're the Shadowhunter of the prophecy. I need you in order for it to work how I want it."

"What the hell are you talking about?" I spit, still curled up on the ground.

"You mean they never told you? There's a prophecy of one Nephilim born of mundanes who will tip the scale, either for the Nephilim, or for the demons. I want the better side. I want the demons to overrun the world." She cackles, the same laugh that haunted me.

"So you want me to kill them, then you'll kill me once it's all over?" I ask, trying to sit up. My skin slices open at my bicep, and blood trickles down.

"No. I want you to watch what you did. I want you to suffer in what you created."

"I think I've had enough dinner. I'm getting out of here." I stand up and stagger toward the door.

"Not so fast." She mutters. She picks up the doll. I'm lifted off the ground and thrown against the wall. More pain shoots through my ribs, and I fall onto my knees, gasping.

"Back to your room. Now." She says.

"Make me. Make me kill my friends." I growl, standing, clutching my stomach.

"I will. Because you have no choice." She grips my arm, her nails digging into my flesh. She drags me through a warehouse and throws me against the wall. "You'll stay here until 3:30 tomorrow. Then you finish my work." She cackles and walks away.

"Another summer day, has come and gone away, in Paris and Rome, but I want to go home, mmmmmm... Let me go home, I'm just too far from where you are. I wanna come home... Another winter day, has come and gone away, in Paris and Rome, and I wanna go home. Let me go home... Let me go home. I've had my run, baby I'm done. I gotta go home, let me go home, it'll be alright, I'll be home tonight, I'm coming back home." I hum.

"Enough singing!" She snaps. I stop.

I rub my wrists, which are again red. I touch my stomach and I feel most of my ribs cracked, and both of my biceps are bleeding. I sit back against the wall, groaning. I pull my stele out and draw and izrate. It will not heal everything since I still have my old wounds from Abbadon. Jace, if you can hear me, answer me. Get me out of here. I let tears fall and seep into my right cheek.

Ari? A voice echoes in my mind. I jerk up.

Jace? You can hear me? I ask in my head. My breathing goes ragged for a second having disrupted my healing ribs.

Yes. Are you ok? What's going on? He asks. It works, thank the Angel.

No. Sonomus is still controlling me. She plans on having me kill you tomorrow at 3:30 while you guys are patrolling. She threw me against the wall, and cracked most of my ribs. She sliced my bicep open and reopened most of my wounds. Help me please.

We'll figure this out. I promise. You'll be ok. We'll get you out of this. Jace soothes in my head.

Oh crap. Sonomus is onto me. I have to go. I click it off.

"Dear Nephilim, you aren't talking to anyone right?" I shake my head. "Liar." She snarls. My healed ribs crack again, and more demon venom runs through my veins. I scream in my head as well as out loud.

Ari! What's going on? Jace echoes in my head.

No. Get out of my head! Now! I scream back.

"So you were contacting someone. I can assure you, you can't after this next minute. The demon venom subsides, but more slashes show up. "That izrate won't work now, my prodigy. See you tomorrow." She smiles and walks off.

I lay there, broken and bleeding, my dreams now a reality. I have to kill my friends, unless I can find a way to stop it. I try and sit up, but fail and lay back. I pull out my stele, which she didn't take. I draw an izrate to find she's right. They don't work. She'll probably heal them to scars tomorrow. I put my arm under my head to suffice as a pillow, and fall into another restless sleep with the uneven cobblestones digging into my back.