Hostage or Captive

Chapter 4

Sorry if the fight scene sucks, first time ever trying to write one. 

Also if anyone has a better name for the story please tell me, I really hate the name but can't think of anything better.

(pic is of the kindjal)

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The next time I woke up there was a sandwich and a bottle of water on a tray by the door, apparently they don't want me to starve to death, good to know. Cautiously picking up the sandwich, trying to detect any poison, when a voice rises from the corner

"It's not poisoned if that's what you're wondering. "

"And why should I trust you?", he stalked towards me and when reaching me bent down to pick up the sandwich, taking a bite from it.

"Hows that for proof?" he said tossing the sandwich back on the plate. I picked the sandwich off the tray and tore into it, starving from not having eaten in god knows how long. I heard him chuckle while I finished and the sandwich and even more so as I downed the bottle of water that was on the tray.

"Is there a reason that you feel the need to stand there laughing while I eat," I asked

"Yes it's like watching a dog with a bone"

"Screw you", he leaned down looking into my eyes,

"Don't bite the hand that feeds you"

"I believe I already have" I replied, sarcasm dripping off the words. He straightened up saying

"Yes, I suppose you have", walking up to the door he turned around,

"Follow me" he ordered. Remembering what he said last time I got up and followed him out the door.

"Good girl" He murmured and reached out his hand as if to pat my head like you would a dog when he suddenly caught my eyes. Looking into my eyes he smiled, putting the hand down and continued down the hallway.

"Where are we going"

"You'll see soon enough" he replied. After passing a few more doors we turned left down the hallway and walked up to the huge double doors at the end of the hall.

"Remember, try all you want to escape, but remember that I will easily find you and I can guarantee you won't like what happens after that," He said before opening the doors. Behind the doors was a training room, looking to be top of the line, the walls filled with weapons of all sorts and sizes. All the training dummies seemed to pushed to the side, leaving the training mat completely empty.

"Choose your weapon", he ordered throwing a ponytail at me, putting my hair up into a pony I glanced over the weapons. Selecting a kindjal from the side wall, mesmerized at the lightness of it. Jonathan seeing the weapon I selected looked at me with what looked to be pure hatred in his eyes. Turning away from me he quickly selected a sword of the front wall and walked to the center of the mat motioning with his hand for me to follow.

"Let's see what you can do," he said bringing the sword down over my head with a swiftness I didn't think possible. Barely bringing my weapon up in time to deflect, nearly knocking myself down in the process. Not waiting for me to recover he lunged forward, unable to jump out of the way in time, his blade cut into my skin leaving a long cut down my forearm, blood dripping from my arm onto the mat.

"You'll have to be faster than that" he chuckled, once again lunging forward. This time I managed to successfully dodge the blade and swing the kindjal out barely missing his stomach. Knowing I'll never be able to beat him on defense, I bring the kindjal over my head bring it down and as soon as he brought his sword up to deflect the blow I quickly swiped it down managing to give him a shallow cut on his stomach. Backing up, putting his hand over his cut he smiled a cruel smile,

"That's more like it". He brings his sword back up swiping side to side, with me barely having time to deflect each swing. Managing to knock the kindjal out of my hand he quickly swipes the sword under my feet causing me to fall. Bringing the sword to my neck saying

"Not as bad as I thought you were going to be. I certainly didn't expect you to be able to land a blow on me." his face almost pleased at the thought. Pushing his sword from my neck I quickly walked over to where my weapon lay on the ground. Picking it up I readied myself for the fight.

The match came out more or less the same, this time with me getting cut across my right cheek and him in the upper arm. Back on the ground with him standing over me, I swung my leg out causing him to fall to the ground. Grabbing the knife from his hand I pushed the blade against his neck.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," he said.

"Oh and why not?" I questioned, pushing the blade deeper into his skin.

"Take a look at the cuts you made on my skin, you can't kill me", looking down at the cut I made on his stomach, I realized that it was already healed, as was the one on his arm. Stumbling back as fast as I can, desperate to get away from him. He picks up the sword that I dropped by him, walking towards me with it. I try to crawl away from him, no longer trusting my legs to keep me up. Reaching me he puts his hand out to help me up. Cautiously I grab his hand and he pulls me up, only to push me against the wall with the sword to my neck.

"You were going to kill me, weren't you?" He asked, his eyes revealing the amusement he got out of my pathetic attempt.

"Answer me", he pushed the blade deeper into my neck.

"As if you wouldn't kill me if I did to you what you've done to me" I replied the venom dripping off the words. He looked genuinely shocked for a moment but quickly regained his composer.

"Yes, I suppose I would" he removed the blade from my neck.

"Go stand by the puddle of your blood" he ordered

"How come?"

"Just do it", going to the puddle I bent down looking at how much blood I lost when suddenly there was a pain on the side of my head and all went black.

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3rd POV at Magnus's

Magnus threw the necklace to the ground, releasing a frustrated sigh.

"It's ok Magnus," Alec said, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"No, it's not" He replied, shaking Alec's hand off his shoulder,

"It's like what happened when Jace was taken. Wait that's it" jumping off the couch he ran over to one of his magic books.

"Whats it?" Asked Jace.

"He's taken her to the house in the other dimension" exclaimed Clary, realization passing over her face, "Of course, there'd be no way for her to escape and even less of one for someone to try to save her."

"Great, so there's pretty much no chance of getting her back" Isabelle replied, grief obvious in her tone.

"Not necessarily," remarked Magnus, "If we can figure out which dimension they're in, then I can create a portal to get to there."

"And how do we figure that out" questioned Jace, the first sign of hope on his face since he found out Sky was missing.

"I'm not sure", admitted Magnus, "But I'm sure I could find out how through one of these books."

"We have to hurry,", said Jace holding up his phone for everyone to see, "He sent another picture". And there in the picture lay Sky, face and arm torn up with a huge gash across her neck in a puddle of her blood. Under it written, "How long do you think she can last brother?".

Simon took the phone from Jace's hand texting back, "what do you want?".

"Simon what the hell are doing" yelled Jace.

"Clearly he took her for a reason and he's sending these pictures to upset you. He wants something." As soon as he finished talking the phone buzzed, Jace taking back the phone opened up the message.

"What does it say?" asked Clary

"How about a trade brother?" said Jace.