City of Bones Parody

Chapter Eight: Jace

Jace
I stared at Valentine. I had heard of the guy, but I had never met him. He had the most peculiar salt white hair, and was broad shouldered. He wasn't old, though. That was clear.
I stared at him in surprise. He was supposed to be dead, but every Shadowhunter was still suspicious of his death. They said that he was to vengeful, and too cunning to commit suicide.
But I heard that he had a son too. And when Valentine "died" he had killed his son too. But no one had ever suspected he had a daughter.
"What do you mean your dau..." Robert trails off, and everybody slowly transfers their gaze to Clary. She was across from me, and Izzy, who was next to her, was looking at her with shock.
Clary had gone pale as stone, looking at Valentine. I frown as he starts smirking triumphantly.
"So I see you didn't inform them about your heritage, Clarissa," he says cooly, and his black eyes glint like a shark's.
I couldn't believe it. Valentine Morgenstern's daughter. Why didn't she tell us?
When Izzy voiced my question, Clary looked at her with pleading eyes. I couldn't take it.
"It doesn't matter. She hasn't done anything to hurt us. We can't let her go, right?" I look at the Clave members, who look back at me with uncertain looks.
"But how do you know she isn't a danger to you? She could be anything, and you wouldn't know," Valentine interrupts, and I glance at Clary.
She had an incredulous look on her face. But Valentine ignored her and continued.
"How do you know she isn't like me? Look at the black in her eyes, and tell me that demon eyes aren't black. Tell me that she wouldn't be a danger to everyone."
The Clave member had stepped forward again. "If she's a danger to us all, then tell me why we should give her to you. If she was a spy, or a danger to us all, then we could use Maellartach to interrogate her, could we not? Could we not learn of your plans?"

"But the Inquisitor is in Idris. Like I said before, what makes you think I wouldn't invade Idris and take my daughter by force? I am not impulsive enough to share my plans, you know that, so what makes you think that you'll get any information out of her?" Valentine retorts.
"Why do you want her?" I ask, and he looks at me, unimpressed.
"A Herondale," he observes, and I stare at him, wary. "I thought that your bloodline might have run out when Stephen died, and Celine killed herself. Pity, that."
"You didn't answer my question. Why do you want her? She's had no training. Everyone here is a better fighter than her. She's the weakest in the room," I say, and ignore the glare that she gives me.
Valentine smiles superiorly. "She's my daughter, isn't she?" he answers, but I could tell there was something else in his eyes. He was hiding something.
The Consul, Malachi, steps forward. "Just let him have her. The cons of keeping her overweigh the pros. She is too old to be trained properly; we'll be attacked if we keep her; and she won't be of any use to us!" he shouts, looking around at us.
Everyone in the room was silent. They were reluctant to oppose both a high ranking Clave member, and Valentine.
Clary was slowly edging away, and to the side of the crowd. Her eyes were darting everywhere, but she wasn't crying. She didn't seem like the crying type.
When she got behind the crowd, and close enough to the door, she made her final move. I watched carefully as she sprinted to the door, but I wasn't the only one watching.
One of Valentine's men, the one with the weird hair style, whose name I think was Pangborn, had also been watching her. When he saw her sprint across the room, he went after her.
Despite his size, Pangborn was pretty fast. He ran right through the room, people making a path so not to be crushed by him, or ran over. Just as Clary had reached the doors of the library, Pangborn tackled her to the ground.
He threw her against the door, and she fell to the ground, everyone watching in horror. Pangborn knelt down, and pinned her arms behind her back, tying her wrists together.
But it wasn't a normal tie. It was fire, and when she tried to pull her hands apart, it burned her, and she muffled a scream.
"No! Please! No! I don't want to go! Please!" Clary cried out, but Pangborn yanked her up anyway.
I started running towards her, and was stopped by Alec, who had a wary look on his face.
"Hey!" I shouted out at Pangborn, earning a few people's attention. "Let her go! She doesn't want to leave!"
The other Lightwoods, and a few Clave members, came over to restrain me, since I was trying to run and help Clary.
This was wrong! They are taking her against her will! And the Clave is just standing there! Letting it happen in front of them! They could be attacking Valentine now, but they're not!
Clary was freaking out now. She had started crying, and was struggling against Pangborn. She had kicked his leg, and he was limping now. She had more force than I thought.
I was kicking and clawing at the people who were restraining, and Alec yanks his hands back. I had clawed his finger, and I felt smug about the steady stream of blood flowing from his hand.
I threw all my weight against the people, and they held my shoulders tighter.
Pangborn and Clary had reached Valentine now, and people were watching with interest. I stopped struggling, but only to watch what was happening next.
Valentine bent down, and whispered something in Clary's ear. She froze in place, full of shock. What did he say?
He grabs her by her shirt collar, and drags her towards the doors. I don't know how he got into the Institute, a portal, maybe, but it was clear that he was going through the Institute doors.
He dragged Clary, kicking and screaming, right through those doors, with Pangborn and Blackwell following right behind him. Before Clary disappeared behind the doors, she looked at me with pleading eyes, before Valentine yanked her away.
My restraints waited a few minutes after they left until they let go, and when I fell to the floor, I didn't even feel like getting up.
I hadn't known Clary well, but I knew that Valentine didn't want her for the purpose of family. He had to know that she was special. Valentine wasn't sentimental, so he wouldn't want Clary just to have her.
I get back up in fury, and look around at the stunned Shadowhunters. I stomp over to the Consul, and grab him by the shoulders.
"Why did you say that?" I demand, and he looks at me in confusion.
"It was true. She was useless. She couldn't be trained as well as other Shadowhunter children. She is too old to adapt to the life and leave behind her mundane life," Malachi answers, and I cousin swear I saw fear in his eyes.
"How would you know that? Huh? We could at least teach her! You have no idea how good she could have been! And then you go off saying she's useless without seeing how good she is in battle, or with runes!" I scream, and feel someone's hand on my back.
I look back, and see that it was Isabelle. She was looking at me with a warning face, and I let go of the Consul's shoulders.
The entire room was staring at me, surprised looks on their faces. I huff, and make my way out of the room, leaving everyone and everything behind.