Reforming

Chapter 4

Clary tried to stand up, but dizziness washed over her harshly. She slid back down the wall and settled herself on the floor. Chairman Meow curled up on her lap and began to purr. Magnus panted and watched Clary carefully while Jonathan sat up and looked around.

"Should we really consider ourselves family?" Jonathan mused. "If we do, we're one big messed up family."

"That's the point," Clary coughed and grabbed her chest. She coughed again and clawed at her chest. It felt like something was crawling around inside her. "Magnus," she whispered frantically. He started to walk over slowly, but gained speed after Clary cried out. "There's something inside my chest. What did that warlock do?"

Magnus dropped down beside her and took her hands away from her chest. By then, Jonathan had made his way over to them. "That spell that the warlock just used. . . What color was it?"

"Green," Jonathan replied.

Magnus cursed. "Take Clary into my room and lay her down on the bed. When that spell is used, a victim is chosen from those in the room─"

"Victim?"

"I could use 'host' as well. A demon is created and it burrows itself in said victim's body. This one so happened to pick Clary's chest, which is going to make it a lot harder." Seeing Jonathan's confused glance he said, "It's closer to her heart. Jonathan, I'm going to need you to go back to the Institute─"

Jonathan snapped, "No."

Magnus sighed. "I need you to get me ingredients. If you ask Alexander, he should be able to help you."

"No," Jonathan's voice broke. "I'm not leaving my sister."

"She's in good hands."

Reluctantly, Jonathan agreed. He kissed her forehead. "I'll see you soon, Clare."

The final look that Clary gave Jonathan made his heart break. She looked so fragile and scared. He wished he could help her. With tear filled eyes, he turned away. Ignoring his own fragile state, Magnus began to work. Chairman Meow sat on the sidelines the entire time, making sure that Clary would be okay. He mewled occasionally as if asking if everything was still okay.

Magnus tried using magic on Clary, but it refused to work efficiently. He was too weak for it to work. It was Valentine's fault for conjuring his father. It had all been okay until that moment. Now Clary could die on Valentine's hands.

"Magnus, I heard what happened," Simon stepped into the room and quickly closed his eyes. "You could have warned me."

The flamboyant warlock chuckled. "Sorry."

Clary's shirt had been cut open and she was laying on Magnus's bed in just her bra and pants. Sighing, Simon opened his eyes, but refused to look at his best friend. Simon got a good look at Magnus. "Are you feeling okay? You don't look too good."

"Come here," Magnus motioned with his finger.

Not seeing the harm, Simon did as he was told. When he was standing by the warlock's side, Simon felt all of his power drain from him after Magnus placed his hands on his chest. "Magnus," he gasped. "Wh-why did you do that? You could have just asked."

Simon collapsed to the floor, not having the power to stand back up. He watched intently as blue light sparked out of Magnus's hands and swallowed Clary. Her screams filled the room and the blue light burned brighter. A black demon was raised into the air. It was shrieking and wiggling. At least it was until it blew up.

Clary's skin soaked up the blue light and she sat up with a gasp. There was a gaping hole in her chest that was slowly closing. She was panting as tears streamed down her face. Simon struggled to sit up. He wanted to see how she was doing. Clary launched herself at Magnus and sobbed into the side of his neck.