𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 [𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧]: 𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲.
Myrcella Fairchild wasn't even born when her father started experimenting on her. The same experiments were reason...
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Myrcella had lost track of time as she had longer blackouts, not knowing if she was there for hours, days or weeks. One constant in her life was the soulless eyes of the Seelie kid staring back at her, her body starting to decay, every time she opened her eyes. She was at least glad that Valentine wasn't taking anymore of her blood but the IV tube with the mysterious liquid still remained. The half warlock had guessed that was the reason of her blackouts. After the incident, as Valentine liked to call murdering a kid in cold blood, he had a warlock cast a glamour on her cell so only the Circle members would be able to see her, if not it was just an empty cell to them. Her mind wandered to Jace, thinking what was happening with him and she hoped he was in a better situation than herself. She also wondered if Clary was able to wake up their mother, how was Isabelle and Magnus holding up and lastly she thought about the raven eyed Shadowhunter whose eyes would haunt her. She didn't want to think about him as she kept on how disappointed he would be of her for being so weak.
"Daughter, are you ready to join me?" Valentine asked with a sickening smile as he unlocked her cell. Myrcella didn't bother to speak as she knew it would be useless as her throat was way beyond dry. She opted to avert her eyes from him so he'd get the message. "Suit yourself, you're more compliant this way." He sighed and pushed the syringe into her neck, the young Shadowhunter not even flinching before blacking out for the umpteenth time. Little did she know as she blacked out, she was controlled by another warlock to do Valentine's dirty work.
Myrcella spluttered, not being able to breath and felt freezing cold. She shivered and opened her eyes to realize she was drenched. She narrowed her eyes at the Circle member in front of her, holding a bucket.
"Good, you're awake." He smirked at her after checking her out even though she knew she looked horrible. She could smell it.
He left without saying anything else and Myrcella started shivering. Then she heard a voice, a voice that sounded a lot like her sister talking to someone. She could't figure out exactly what she was saying but she was almost sure it was Clary. Then she heard someone else call her name and the half warlock's eyes widened, her heartbeat increasing in small excitement that she would be getting out soon. Her eyebrows furrowed when she remembered the glamour so she knew she had to call out to her.
"Clary." Her voice was hoarse and she realized one of her vocal chords was more than likely paralyzed or damaged. She tried calling out again, even though it hurt her but it only came out breathy, like a loud whisper. She couldn't believe she was so close but so far away from her freedom and let couple tears fall down in frustration. The half warlock hadn't felt this useless in her entire life and if she ever got out, she promised herself she would make Valentine pay. She tried not to raise her hopes up as she heard commotion and she waited to be found but gave up when the voices died down. The girl sighed in defeat when the cell door opened, meaning it was either Valentine or one of his goonies but her mouth stood agape when she finally looked up. At first she thought her mind was playing tricks on her when she saw Dot was standing in front of her, her whole body covered in black veins. Dot saw the shocked look on the younger warlock's face and gave her an almost smile.
