Soooo this is my first mortal instruments story, hope u like it!
The first time I saw extraordinary sights was when I was 5. I was in a theme park, on one of those merry-go-rounds where there are pink unicorns and sports cars instead of horses and plays rubbish music. I was really scared, as I was lifted about one metre of the ground and laughed and screamed. My mom was laughing and waving whenever I went round. I was so proud, this was the first ride I'd ever been on alone. The ride was about to finfish when I saw a him. He was standing in the shadow of the big wheel next to my ride. He had a strange face, I thought, as I flew around. Squinting at it, I saw the most horrific thing I'd ever seen. His face was chalk-white, long, red lines on the thin skin of his cheeks, jagged and cracked. His hand was more normal, except the fingers; they were impossible long and spindly, with nails that must have been at least 10cm long. I was about to scream, when he stepped out into the light, out of the black shadow he had been shrouded in in. His body was impossible thin, like he had never eaten before. He had two long legs, like sticks, they were nothing but skin and bones. His feet-not there, instead he had two stumps, lumpy and misshapen, white skin where the ankle should have been He leered at some passers by; his teeth were yellow, sharp and crooked. The second row were small and lightning white, with a wickedly long, sharp point. His black eyes flicked up-and met my own.
I screamed. A blood-curdling piercing scream, the king that makes everyone in the theme park stop and stare at the screeching kid kid on the tacky ride, the kind that makes the 18 year old owner of the ride slam her tattooed hand onto the red button marked STOP and rush out to see what the problem is.
My mother ran onto the shock-still ride, and grabbed me.
"Clary!" she yelled frantically, "Clary, babe, what's the matter, what's wrong?" She shook me.
I screamed till I had no breath left, the monsters eyes on me and my mother. I pointed at him. She followed my gaze. Her eyes narrowed.
"Stay here, Clary," she muttered. Then, she walked towards him, slowly, with one hand in her jeans pocket. The theme park carried on as normal, everyone carried on chatting. My mother stood before the demon, and I tried to hear with my keen hearing, but I couldn't hear a thing. In the blink of an eye, the demon disappeared. I gaped. My mom came back, and wearily lifted me of the ride. We went into the car, silent all the way, until she took me to an unfamiliar building. That's all I remember. I don't know what happened there but my mother was very annoyed and upset after that. She never talked of the demon thing, and when I brought it up, she changed the subject. I saw many demons after that. I realised no-one but me and my mother could see them.
Now, being 16, I realise it isn't normal to see them. I didn't mention them to her or anyone after that. I saw them regularly, every day. They were all different colours, shapes, and sizes, wings and no legs, four legs, tails. Faeries, pixies, ones that were so like humans that they were almost unnoticeable. But the would always have different colour eyes. But one thing I was sure of: Monsters existed.
Soooo, watcha think? R&R please! Twigirlxx