Detained [2] 《SHADOWHUNTERS》

Chapter One

The room was dark, save for a light bulb that dangled from the center of the ceiling. Beside the light was a chain mounted into the cement. It lead down to the wrists of a prisoner who kept their head down, appearing small and fragile. The air smelled of sea water and blood.

The woman's arms were suspended in the air, pale skin bruised and holding patches of dried blood, although there were no open wounds visible. Her tanktop left her vulnerable to the chill in the air, but she did not shiver. She only kept her chin down to avoid the harsh light above from shining into her eyes, her hair falling forward to mask her face.

She didn't know how much time had passed since she had been left to stand in that room. It couldn't have been very long, as she hadn't been confronted by the need to use the restroom or eat. But that was all she had to go off of, the room void of any windows.

The door on the wall in front of her clicked open and she snapped her head up. A small amount of light came into the room until it was disrupted by the shadow of a figure. The man met her gaze and smiled. "It's been a while," he considered, his voice warm but teasing. He stepped into the room and closed the door before approaching the woman.

As he stepped into the light, she saw the needle in his hands and tensed. He noticed this and dropped the hand down to his side, using his other to gently cup her cheek. She fought the very strong urge to bite him as she had done to one of his assistants earlier.

"Now, now, Andina," he cooed, caressing her face. He held up the needle again and she took a step back, but the chain holding her hands in the air prevented her from going far. He frowned, presenting the syringe once more. "This is only a precaution. I was hoping we could talk."

"Talk?" She grunted back in response, withholding her frustration. She was conflicted on how she should feel about the man, but she was almost positive that locking your child up did not qualify for Dad of the Year.

He nodded, dropping the needle onto a metal cart that had previously been hidden in the shadows. "I understand you haven't been very... willing." He turned to face her, examining her reaction to his next statement. "Which I find very odd because your brother is doing phenomenally."

The corner of her lip twitched down. Still, she restrained her anger, clenching her fists around the metal chain that held her wrists together. She faced the ground again and stayed silent, not giving in to the mind game he was playing.

"That's the thing, though," his voice came from her ear, low and maniacal. "You don't know if your brother's okay, do you?"

Andy gritted her teeth. "Where is he?" She asked the question with her voice dangerously low, glancing up with a hardened gaze to meet her father's. After Valentine had given his speech, he had injected both of his children with demon venom to knock them out. He wasn't a fool, he knew both would try to kill him if he did not get a chance to speak with them first.

He stepped back and gave her a triumphant smile, aggravating her further. "That is not what I was hoping to talk to you about," he informed. "It has come to my attention that we have not adressed the elephant in the room."

She raised an eyebrow and thought, that you're a raging psychopath? but she knew better than to tell him that. 

Valentine strode back up to her, this time with the needle in hand. "Why did you help a downworlder?" He accused.

"You're going to have to be a bit more specific," Andy grunted. She was a Shadowhunter, it's a part of her job. Or was, at least. Her heart felt like it was being shattered as she once again thought through the consequences of joining her father. She was never going to see Alec or Isabelle or Max or Magnus, at least not as anything more than their enemies. And she did it all because she thought she would be with Jace, to protect him. Right now, she didn't even know where her brother was.