city of fallen tears

CHAPTER 2

Clary woke to the sound of voices. She stayed still so she wouldn't attract attention to the owners of them. She tried to listen but realised they were very distant.

She tried to remember what had happened to her; Sebastian trying to lead her outside the Hall of Accords, Clary finally agreeing to go outside with him alone, and then the blow to the head. She opened her eyes to take in her surroundings but shut them again when a searing white light hurt her eyes.

She opened them again, instinctively turning her head and blinking away the blotches that covered her eyesight.

She noticed she was lying on an old leather couch.

She heard the door open and close on her right.

"Well, well. Sleeping Beauty finally woke up. Who kissed you awake?" someone said.

She recognised that voice, and it sent a stab of fury through her.

She shot up off the leather couch and stepped away from him.

"What did you do to me? Where am I?" Clary asked.

"Relax, Clary. Your in the Penhallows' secret room. Their ancestors used to use it," Sebastian told her.

"Why did you knock me out? Does anyone know I'm even here? And why the hell did you kidnap me?!" Clary demanded.

"One question at a time, Clary!" Sebastian chuckled.

The room was dusty, but she could see the seraph blade near the ancient, dusty table that lay in the corner.

The room was incredibly small, with no windows to look out, and very little furniture. The walls were a very depressing brown.

What caught Clary's eye most of all, was the bag of weapons just behind the couch.

And out of Sebastian's sight.

She dashed forward and grabbed two seraph blades.

Sebastian chuckled. "As if you could actually use that.  You're not even a properly trained Shadowhunter yet!"

Clary stayed silent, watching his every move.

He took a step towards her.

She raised her seraph blades, muttering names to them. They started to glow.

"Back off!" She hissed.

Sebastian only smiled.

Within a second he'd dashed forward and knocked the seraph blades out of her small hands. This is what she'd wanted him to do.

She backed away from him towards the table behind her, grabbed the seraph blade,and shouted Gabriel as she ran at him, swinging the blade wildly- it started to glow brighter than the ones Sebastian had knocked from her hands- but he dodged it and kicked her in the stomach.

The impact sent her crashing into the table, leaving her dazed.

Somehow, she realised, she'd managed to keep a firm grip on Gabriel. She saw Sebastian pull back a fist to punch her in the stomach,  and rolled off, landing on the ground with a thud.

Hearing Sebastian curse as he smashed his fist into the wooden table made her want to smile. She saw the door and flung it open, jogging down the stairs two at at time.

She picked up her pace when she heard footsteps from behind her.

As she passed the kitchen she heard a whimper, but ignored it and ran out the front door.

She kept on running until she was nwar the Hall of Accords, but suddenly a sharp pain shot through her leg.

She took several more steps before crying out.

"Help me!" she screamed.

She looked down at her leg.

There was a dagger in it. Blood was oozing out of her calf, but that didn't stop her from pulling it out. She cried out in agony as she pulled it out.

She started to get up when Sebastian arrived, hauling her up by the jacket Luke had given her.

"Got ya!" Sebastian said with and evil grin.