Hi! So I'm DazedObsessedandConfused (especially after reading The Elite by Kiera Cass) and this is my first story on FanFic, don't be put off though, hope you like it...

Chapter One: Dumbstruck

"Now you've hit a wall and it's not your fault
my dear, my dear, my dear.
Now you've hit a wall and you've hit it hard,
my dear, my dear, oh dear."

"The Silence" Bastille

Clary sat at the open window looking out onto the busy streets of New York city, only a few months ago, she thought, I was down there with Simon. A cool breeze came from the window as she stood up, she knew she was late to dinner; her bright red hair blew into her face as she swiftly closed the door.

"Jace!" she said as there body's pressed together, she always tensed when this happened she never knew why, they weren't brother and sister and they where safe…well as safe as a girl who's evil brother is roaming the street and trying to capture both her and her boyfriend could be.

His hand was in a tight fist, as if he were about to knock "Clary" he breathed, His gold eyes like honey, "I was about to ask you to come to dinner"

"Well, you're a tad late for that, aren't you?"

"Well at least I'm looking-" Jace had no time to finish, as he had seen Clary's mask of horror as she stared behind him.

"S-"

He had turned to look behind him, then as soon as he saw nothing, turned back to Clary "Clary, what is it? Clary? Clary I need you to talk to me-" he would never find out what she saw, as she was already running.

"Can we please begin eating?" Isabelle moaned as she stared at her plate of food, "I'm famished!"

"We've already gone over this Isabelle dear, we have to wait for Jace and Clary" said Maryse in a startling calm tone.

"Jace…fine. But Clary, I don't understand why she's here anyway?!"

"Calm down Isabelle there probably just making out somewhere."

"Enough, Isabelle you know that Clary's home has been destroyed and she has been given permission to live here whilst Jocelyn and Lucien stay god knows where! Now please just sit patiently and wait. I need all of you here for something extremely important I have got to say, ok."

Isabelle's fists where tangled through her jet black hair, a bad habit of hers

"Fine."

Jace had had to make a decision, follow the love of his life as quickly as possible or go get the others and risk her disappearance, he didn't even think before running. Jace pushed the large doors of the institute open, it had begun to rain, and Clary's sneakers had left footprints in the mud, yet…she was nowhere to be found.

Jace burst through the closed doors of the dining room panting, leaving muddy footprints as he went.

"Oh my goodness, Jace, are you alright, where's Clary?" frowned Maryse

"We need to find her- I don't know what happened she just ran." Jace said as if trying to hurry them.

"So long star-crossed lovers" Alec whispered, loud enough for a bored Isabelle to hear "shut-up" she said, laughing.

"Get in your gear children, we must find Clarissa tonight, I fear there may be something already after her."

Clary could feel the glares of the other humans, or Mundie's as she's supposed to call them, on her as she ran down an unknown street, the pitch black runes looking horribly dark against the pale pink of her dress, she should have drawn an invisibility rune but why add more a voice said, she turned but saw nothing.

"No," she screamed, "get out of my head!" she began to claw at the runes until the small cuts she had made became wounds, drawing blood.

That when something hit her, literally, she could feel the roughness of the metal tear at dress and skin, then felt the sensation of flying, then blackness.

"I suggest you get into your gear Jace," said Isabelle

"I don't care about gear, now hurry we need to find Clary" Jace hurried

"You don't know what you'll find down there though"

"I still say we finish dinner, she's going to come back, and anyway mums contacted the clave already there going to search for her" said Alec

"Yeah when? When are they going to look for her? You know there top priority is Sebastian right know, they couldn't care less about Clary" Jace said his temper raising

"Until they need her," said Isabelle to no one in particular.

Clary knew exactly where she had woken up, her eyes trying to adjust to the bright lights, the entire room was white, a small table next to her contained a few magazines, water and her sneakers, and there was a small television on top of her displaying the news. She was in hospital.

How could these voices have done this to me she thought.

Clary could remember clearly how the voices started, not the voices, the voice…the voice of her brother, mocking her by creating pictures and things that although made by imagination, frightened her. And he tells her to do evil; she had seen him though, at the institute, why had she not brought Jace? Life for her had been a haze since her brother had ran, and the more he talked to her, the more brain-washed from the inside out she became, when would she finally loose it, give in to the evil that was her brother. But she had no brother, just a filthy demon, who happened to have the exact same parents as her.

Clary became slightly startled by the voices now outside her door; she lay down on her pillow and closed her eyes, the worn mattress of the bed creaked in protest, but she didn't move.

"She is not yet ready to go home sir, she has broken a lot of bones, it may take weeks, months even, before she can be taken home" said someone, probably a nurse, she seemed frustrated as if she had been at this conversation for hours.

"She is coming with me now!" said a voice, which obviously had the control, Jace maybe, no; this voice was a lot huskier.

"Sir please, she needs to rest" the nurses' voice was at the door now.

"She is coming with me now or I will burn this buildings to shreds with all of you in it!" the voice was at a shout now, she heard the door slam open and a pair of arms began to lift her, she wanted to open her eyes terribly to see who her saviour was but they remained closed.

"I will have to call the police," the nurse screamed

"Yeah, you do that," said the voice, before Clary's limp body came in contact with glass, and she fell into unconsciousness.

Hope you liked it, I'll post whenever i can...And leave any reviews saying who you think Clary's saviour was, I really want to hear what you think! Bye!

P.S. If any of you guys think you've seen this story before...you probably have, lets just say I needed to make a new account...and those who haven't, enjoy the story!

I do not own the mortal instruments, yet i do own the plot of this story so hands off!

-Elisa