Disclaimer: SOME of the dialogue in this chapter, all characters (but Grace and Philip), the main story line and settings belong to the, quite frankly, awesome Cassie Clare. Grace, Philip and my own story plot belong to me. The Infernal Devices do not belong to me.

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'But something's changed in us
And I can feel you slipping away
Like the sunlight at the end of the day
I can feel you slipping away
Like the sunlight at the end of the day.'

- Brother, Ben Haenow

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-*-*-*-*- Jem -*-*-*-*-

Jem struggled to sit up while Will held him down, pinning him to the bed. "Will! You have to let me go!" he cried. "She's in trouble! They got her. She-" He broke off due to an extremely violent coughing fit, blood dripping down his chin.

"You are not well enough," Will told him firmly. "What good are you to Grace if you can't even fight me off right now?" There was a stunned silence between them.

"Sorry James," Will said after a couple of seconds. "That was too much."

"No," Jem said, finally giving up and leaning back against the pillows. "You are quite right. I'm not much use to you at all."

"You are of use," Will murmured. "Anyway, what did Tessa want?"

"She heard my music," Jem replied. He was still feeling rather embarrassed that Tessa had to see him coughing up blood everywhere. After Will had told her to leave, he told him about what happened to Grace. Will had only held it back when he saw Tessa was in the room. If the Clave knew that Will revealed something about Grace to a Downworlder... Jem shuddered at the thought.

"Tell me what happened again," Jem said. "I need to know, Will. If I didn't think I was going to collapse or that you would knock me out before I reach the door, I'd be out there now looking for her."

"Well you're right there," Will said, sitting down and rubbing his eyes. Jem put his head in his hands, feeling the panic creeping in. God he hadn't felt like this since...

"I should have been there myself," he said. "I should have known that this was bigger than it seemed...than I wanted it to be."

"You're not well," Will sighed.

"She's my sister, Will," Jem whispered. "I should have been with her. I can't- I just don't think I could stand it if..."

"I know," Will said. "You get some sleep. I'm going to go back out and look for her."

"Bring my sister home, Will," he said.

-*-*-*-*- Grace -*-*-*-*-
"Urgh," she groaned, trying to get her feet underneath her. Grace's head was pounding from where the metal person had thumped her on the side of her head. She could feel the dried blood in her hair and the shallow gash. It was a hard enough blow to knock her out for a while. The questions were: how long had she been out? Where was she? And who took her and why?

She stood up, waiting for her misty vision to clear. She was in what looked like a basement with grey walls. There was no furniture or lights apart from a barred window opposite her. The door was to her left. Knowing it was stupid, she tried the handle. To her surprise, it was unlocked, swinging open, it's hinges creaking. In front of her was a large room lit by flickering candles but far from empty. Metal creatures stood motionless, one lined up after the other. Grace felt sick with horror as she scanned the room. Some of them had human skin stretched over their hands, arms and faces. A few even had human eye balls, making Grace cover her mouth to stop herself from throwing up. Who would make creatures like these?

Grace carefully began manoeuvring herself under and over the limbs of the metal creatures which were all frozen in different positions. She made sure that she didn't touch any of them, fearing that she'd wake one of them up.

Finally she found the exit and she pushed open the door. She was outside in the street right outside the Dark Sister's house. It was dawn and the sky was bursting with colour but a cold, blustery wind was whipping down the street, making her shiver. Grace crossed her arms and was about to walk back to the Institute before a hand clamped on her shoulder.

Instantly she ducked down, ripping out of her attacker's grip and swept their legs from underneath them. It was another metal monster, obviously had just come out of the door she had just did. More were flooding out. They had woken up and were surrounding her as quick as lightning. Grace didn't have any weapon on her; only her bare hands.

"What do you want with me?" Grace asked defiantly though she already knew the answer.

"The Magister will kill you for it's alliance," the one Grace had swept said. "The Magister will kill you for it's alliance. The Magister will kill you for-" It only stopped when it's brains fried out and it collapsed in a metal heap. The other creatures all surged at her at one. She kicked one in the face and sent it sprawling into the ones behind it. The next one that reached her swung it's arms around her chest to restrain her. She head butted it which probably hurt her more than it hurt the creature but still had enough force for it to topple over.

By now Grace knew it was hopeless. There were too many of them for her to fight without any weapons. One tackled her and they smashed through the doors of the Dark house. Two of the metal creatures pinned her arms to the floor.

"If you're going to kill me," Grace spat, "then kill me!" A larger metal man came through the crowd. Around his neck, he was wearing the medallion that Grace had found a day earlier.

"No," she gasped. "No please don't!" She tried to struggle against the creatures holding her but they were too strong. One stomped on her stomach making her gasp and fold over. The big creature came towards her and tied the medallion round her neck.

Grace screeched as soon it touched her. She heard it's voice echoing in her head so loudly that it hurt, urging her to let it out. She could feel the beast howling inside of her as the amulet brought it to the surface. Her body wracked with pain as she writhed on the floor, the medallion burning right through her. It was going to come out. The amulet was sucking everything that made her good, everything that made her Grace Carstairs out. The pain was so great she almost missed what happened next.

"Stop!" a deep voice shouted. The metal creatures all back off as a dark figure pushed through them. "You weren't supposed to do this! This wasn't the plan!"

"The Magister-" the metallic voice croaked.

"I don't care what the Magister said!" the deep voice yelled. "This wasn't what-" Grace couldn't hear anymore. The roaring was so loud that it was the only thing she could hear. She diverted all her energy to fighting it off. She couldn't let it out. Even if she lost her life trying, the one thing she couldn't do was give up. She would never make that mistake again.

Never.

-*-*-*-*- Will -*-*-*-*-

"Jem, I know that you want to find Grace but forcing yourself out when you're still recovering won't help her," Will said as they jogged down the street. Even he had to admit that Jem was looking better today having a bit of colour in his cheeks. He wasn't struggling to keep up with Will either but still, he worried.

"Will, I have told you before and I will tell you now," Jem said to him. "I. Am. Fine." Will rolled his eyes and sighed.

"All right, I shall stop bothering you," he said. "Though I can't see why you wouldn't want my beautiful voice in your ears all day long."

"Don't make me gag you William," Jem muttered.

"Look, all I'm saying is that I'm sure Grace is fine," Will said, though he didn't believe it. While Jem was asleep last night, and Will was watching over him, the crystal pendant was flashing red and green so brightly Will thought it would blind him. Then it just went blank like nothing had happened. At breakfast this morning, Jem had been staring at the pendant, hoping for a sign but there was nothing. He told Jem what colours he saw just before they left. Jem hadn't reacted beyond the extremely worried look in his eyes but Will could tell what his parabatai was feeling just as he knew his own emotions: complete and utter dread.

They rounded the corner and stopped dead in their tracks. The Dark House was completely destroyed. Bits of wood had flown everywhere, spreading splinters across the street. What had happened here? Will advanced slowly, taking the offensive position and leaving Jem to protect the back.

"Careful, Will," Jem said. "Don't do anything stupid. Whatever caused this damage is obviously very powerful."

"You don't need to tell me that," Will said. They surveyed the scene, looking for any sign of...well, anything. Will had found some oil on the floor but that was it.

That was until they found the blood.

There was a body buried under the debris. It was of a mundane man, claw marks sliced across his chest and slick with oil. He had been dead for a couple of hours so whatever killed him was long gone. "Demon? Or something else?" Will said.

"Doesn't seem like a demon's way of killing with the oil," Jem said. "But then again, it isn't obvious."

"Let's go with something else," Will said, answering the silent question that hung between them. They both knew what would happen if Grace ever lost control, they just didn't want to believe it.

As Will moved through the wreckage, a faint orange glow caught his eye. He tore pieces of wood off the pile until he found the thing he was dreading.

"Jem!" he yelled. "Jem, get over here now!" Jem hurried over. As soon as he saw Grace, half buried under rubble, he gave one look at Will then they both started clawing her out. They yanked her from underneath a wooden plank and pulled her by the arms to a small clearing.

"Grace," Jem gasped, kneeling down and pulling her into his arms. "Grace, come on. Wake up." Will had to admit that she didn't look so good. Her eyes were rolled into the back of her head, she was literally steaming and covered in blood, probably only some of it her own.

"Jem, this doesn't look good," Will said, crouching by Grace's side and feeling her weak, fluttering pulse in her wrist. "We may need to-"

"We need to get her back to the Institute," Jem said. "She needs her medicine."

"We don't have a lot of it, James," Will warned. "We always said we'd keep it for emergencies."

"This is an emergency!" Jem exclaimed. "Will, we have no idea what happened here but I think we can agree that Grace needs our help right now. If she wakes up now and sees all of this and the body of that man over there, she is going to lose it. You know what she's like. Something made her lose control and my bet is the Magister got her but she fought it all off. She needs us, Will." Will hesitated. They always kept the medicine if they had to neutralise Grace when it took control. The only problem was, the Silent Brothers could only make enough for one use.

But Will couldn't just abandon her; not when she was like this.

He scooped Grace into his arms. "Come on, we have to go," he said to Jem. "The Magister might think he succeeded but as soon as he realises that she's stronger than he thought, he'll come after her harder."

"We just need to get her back," Jem said. "The Clave can't know about this, Will. They'll kill her if they did."

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