Phase Two (Book Two: Experiment Series TMI)✔

.CHAPTER EIGHT.

It's been a while since Jonathan sent me away and I closed myself in my room. Almost an hour later when I got tired of staring at the ceiling, I decided they'd done enough brother-sister bonding for the moment, so I left my room in search of Jonathan.

The entire apartment was empty. Not a single sound could I hear except for the ones I made.
"Jonathan? Jace? Hello?" I called out, getting no response in turn. I searched in the living room, their own rooms, even the weaponry. No sight of the boys or Clary.

Wait- They didn't leave, did they? No, there's no way they'd take Clary with them, right? There's no way Jonathan would allow her to go and leave without even telling me. But another search around the house for them proved to be futile.

I can't believe this.
He took Clary.
And he didn't tell me that he was leaving. No note, no nothing.

A burning feeling bubbled in the pits of my stomach, my left eye twitching. My fingertips itched and a low growl tore of of my throat, my canines ripping out, drawing blood. I felt the rage flood throughout my body, warning me of the outcome if I lost my control, but I couldn't find ways to calm down. Fury clouded my head as I rushed back to my room, making sure to lock the door before I saw red and raised havoc, letting myself break free.

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I left sticky and bruised. But numb.

The same feeling I experienced after I lost my dignity.

Opening my heavy eyes, I glanced around.

My room was completely destroyed. The mattress ripped apart; pillows, sheets and clothes laying in tatters. The desk and chair missing a few legs. The walls and floor boards were adorned in scratches and claw marks, even patches of blood.

My own clothes which I was wearing, were barely hanging onto me, my hair probably a tangled mess. New scars were splattered on my aching body, probably due to the self-inflicted injuries. My canines still hadn't retreated, my claws still out, coated with dried blood.

By the Angel, I can't believe that I lost control. The last time I suffered a rage episode and had turned into a monster, like a werewolf on his first full moon, was when I was fifteen, the day Valentine told me about how my parents abandoned me.

But, why did I break over the fact that Jonathan took Clary and left without telling me? I mean- they've left alot of times without telling me. What was to different about this time.

Your insecurities, they're driving you to the edge. You fear that you'll loose your man to someone else, A voice in my head said, making me jump in surprise.

"Who's there?!" I asked, my voice cracking and raspy.

No one of importance, my lady. Just a mere advisor by command.

"I'm hearing voices. Oh Angel, I'm finally going insane, aren't I?" I questioned myself.

No, my lady. I've been told to watch over you, to guide you, hence I'm doing so.

"Guide me? Guide me to what? Who are you?!" I demand from the voice. It sounded like a female, but I wasn't sure.

I am Nora. I have received orders to keep a watchful eye on you.