Nothing but Lies
Okay background time! Well, I was talking to my friend and she was telling me about this TMI story she read, where all the characters die. I was like whoa all the characters? I love them all and then I thought, it would be interesting to kill off Clary though and my friend was like What? Are you becoming one of those I hate Clary people! I was like No! It would just be intriguing, then it got me thinking about another version of COB, which I'm sure, has been done before, but I'd never read one. Here was my idea. What if Clary never went to the Pandemonium? What if thats not how Clary met Jace, Izzy, and Alec? ALSO CLARY DOES NOT DIE, that was a background thing that got the convo started, how could I kill off the main character? So this is my sorta version of COB. Shall I start the credits now, Laffy_Taffy0401 (she's the friend =P) is a big part of the things I write, she helps with titles, chapters all that stuff. So check out her stories, and author alert to her! Well umm, lets start the disclaimer.
Disclaimer: I'm very sad to say I don't own anything of The Mortal Instruments series, or the Infernal Devices. All rights, lines, characters, everything goes to the amazing and talented Cassandra Clare. I don't even own Magnus's glitter, wow this stinks. Well enjoy!
1st Lie: My life
A knock on Clary's bedroom door made her turn her music up louder. There was a sigh from outside then Jocelyn Fray entered. Her fiery orange/red hair was fluffed and her green eyes shimmered brightly against the mascara she wore. Clary avoided making eye contact with her as her mom took a seat on her bed. Clary took the headphones out of her ears, knowing she was going to have to talk to her sooner or later.
Her mom gave her a tiny smile and Clary put her ipod down on her desk and sat on the bed. Clary asked, "Are you going out with Luke or something?"
"Yes, we are going to a new art gallery."
Clary bit her lip, "When are you going to be back?"
"Later tonight." Clary didn't answer. "I'm sorry, you didn't get to go to the Pandemonium with Simon. I know you were looking forward to it, I just don't find it safe, people bring in weapons without the bouncers finding out."
Clary rolled her eyes, "Mom, I would've been with Simon, we would've been fine."
Jocelyn chuckled a sad laugh, "You being with Simon, doesn't make me feel better. He's got the physical capability of a mouse."
Clary looked down swallowing a laugh, "Mice are fast."
Jocelyn sighed, "Clary. I'm sorry. But your not going to that club."
Clary stared at the door, "Whatever, have fun with Luke," her mom took that as open invitation to leave and left her room shutting the door behind her. The retro-red phone in the living room started ringing and Clary ignored it.
Her mom yelled from the living room. "Its Simon!" Clary jumped from the bed and bounded into the living room heading for the phone.
She answered it, "Hey Simon." The front door shut as her mom left carrying her purse.
Simon talked slowly into the phone, "Give me the money and no one gets hurt."
Clary rolled her eyes, "Shut up. How was the Pandemonium?"
"It sucked without you there, I really had no one to talk to, so I just hit on random hot girls." He paused and then said in a queasy voice, "One of the girls turned out to be a guy."
Clary laughed, "Thats nice? Did he turn out to be your soul mate."
"Quiet, Fray." There was ruckus in the background and the unmistakable sound of an electric guitar.
"Band practice?"
"Yeah, and then were all heading to Java Jones. Eric's doing a poetry reading and he wants support. Wanna come or are you still grounded?"
Clary groaned, "Still grounded. I can't believe talking back to my mom last night got me grounded. She's so overprotective. I'm pretty much never allowed to step foot in the Pandemonium."
"So thats a no go then for Java Jones," Simon said sighing.
"Oh no, I'm coming, my moms out with Luke till later tonight, and if she gets mad, whatever."
"Your a rebel Miss Fray, I like that."
"Your a pervert Mr. Lewis, what time is the poetry reading?" Clary asked looking in the mirror. Her hair was limp, she would fluff it later.
"I'll just pick you up in 30 minutes?"
Eric's unmistakable voice shouted in the background, "I LOVE YOU CLARY!"
Simon told him to shut up. Eric and him were next door neighbors and had formed a band together, they were close friends, but not as close as Clary and Simon.
Clary said, "Sounds like a plan," then she hung up heading back to her room.
Thirty minutes later Simon knocked on the door with the rest of his band. Clary had fixed her hair and applied some makeup. Clary grinned at him grabbing her cell phone and locked the door leaving to Java Jones.
15 minutes after they left Clary took a seat on a tall stool sipping a coffee. Eric was on stage reciting a poem about faux juggernauts and what not. Her cellphone vibrated in her pocket. Simon looked at her as she took out her phone.
"Its my mom." She walked out of the Java Jones and answered it. "Hello?"
Her mom's breathing was heavy, "Clary. I love you, don't come home, I love you, whatever happens."
Clary panicked interrupting her, "What, what are you talking about? Did someone break in! Mom!" Her mom screamed a blood curdling scream and then the line went dead. Clary tried to call the phone but nothing went through.
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Simon looked out the door of the Java Jones and saw Clary running toward her house looking panicked. He slid a straw into her coffee and thought as he drank it, "She's busted." Eric's poem ended and everyone gave a slow, unsure clap. Simon stood up and clapped really loud. Eric beamed and bowed leaving the stage.
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Clary ran to the building her and her mom lived in. They shared the three floored building with a lady who lived downstairs. The lady was crazy, she called herself Madame Dorothea and she said she was psychic. Clary ran up the stairs leading to their door and opened it yelling, "Mom! Mommy!" She hadn't called her mommy since she was eight.
When she walked inside she stopped practically glued to the floor. The velvet throw pillows that had laid on the dark red sofa were now piles of stuffing and loose thread, the sofa had holes ripped into it, showing the inside of the couch. The beautiful paintings her mother had made, paintings that had hung on the wall, were ripped to shreds and some lay on the floor broken and ugly. Blood was drying on the walls, strange blood and her mother's blood. The portrait of her father that had hung above the fireplace was on the floor. The grass was broken, so the portrait was ruined. Clary's father had been in the military. He had many medals showing his honor, he died in a car accident, when he hit a tree. He died before Clary was born, he never got to see his daughter.
She wiped the tears from her eyes and walked over to the portrait, carefully removing the glass that covered the picture. She picked the picture out of its ruined frame and sniffed looking at the heroic man who was her father. She stroked the picture and was surprised when a note fell to the floor from the back of the portrait. She picked it up setting her dad down.
She immediately recognized her mom's curly script.
Dear Clary,
If your reading this, then somethings gravely wrong or you broke the portrait and this fell out. I don't know what, but I do know that I'm most likely in danger. Clary, I've lied to you, all of your life, and I hope when I see you again, you will understand why your life has been a lie. You need to get out of the house now, they are looking for you! And they won't stop until your dead. Go to the shadowhunter Institute in New York. Before you leave grab the blade that is hidden in the vase by the phone on the counter. Its name is Gabriel. There is a map in the vase too, that will lead you to the Institute. Show them your birth mark on your wrist. Tell them you are Clary Fairchild.
I love you, no matter what.
Mom.
Clary reread the letter over and over frowning, "The blade has a name? Fairchild? Lies? Shadowhunters? Whose after me?" There was a creak in the hallway and Clary dropped the letter running towards the counter and hiding behind it.
A rough voice hissed, "Girl. Fresh. Blood. To eat, oh to eat." Clary cowered behind the counter, realizing it would find her sooner or later. Everything was over, she couldn't survive.
Clary remembered the blade and stood up reaching for the vase. She caught sight of the thing and dropped the vase, glass shattering everywhere along the floor. It looked like a giant spider. Green drool ran down its body, its fangs, sharp and ugly. A large black tongue licked its lips staring at Clary with its many eyes. Clary picked up the blade from the glass along with the map sticking it in her pocket. The creature looked like it was smiling now. Clary held the blade with both hands shaking. The creature hissed again, "Bones, to crunch, to suck out the marrow, to drink the veins..."
Clary screamed as the creature was only now a few feet away from her. She walked around the kitchen trying to make a break for the door. The spider snapped its jaws at her, green drool oozing now. Clary backed against the wall knowing her time was about to come. She pointed the blade at the creature and it hissed again. The creature was all the sudden on top of her and she was on the floor. The blade was still in her hand. She screamed in her head, "Name the blade! What does that mean!" The creature snapped its jaws again and Clary shut her eyes, yelling "GABRIEL!" It glowed a blueish white and a strange surge passed through Clary as the blade entered the creatures head. Clary pulled it out and looked away from the black blood that covered it. The spider screeched and then disappeared into a puff of dust. Clary sat up, breathing heavily.
She begged, "Please, tell me we aren't out of napkins, please tell me I can wipe this crap off the blade." She hyperventilated becoming objective. "Wait, I know whats going on. This is just a dream, I'm still asleep. I didn't go to Java Jones with Simon, I fell asleep. My moms still asleep. Were all asleep. The day hasn't started. This is just a crazy dream. I mean this doesn't happen in one year especially not one hour. I'm dreaming. If I pinch myself, I'll wake up." She pinched herself and yelped, "I need to hit my head hard. That's it, then I'll wake up." She stood up setting the blade in the sink and knocked her head onto the wall. "Oww." She stumbled backward holding her head, "Not the best idea Fray. But, wait, what about Fairchild. I need an aspirin. My head hurts like my hair is the color of fire." She sighed and looked at the blade, turning the water on and watching the black blood go down the drain. She picked up the blade drying it off with a napkin. She stared at the blade and then pulled the map out of her pocket. "Time to find out whats going on."
Clary ran up the steps of the institute and sighed looking at the large door and the birthmark on the her wrist. She knocked on the door. A few seconds later the door opened revealing a golden haired boy. He looked at her, "Yes?"
At that moment everything that had happened came crashing down on her and she slipped into unconsciousness.
Did you enjoy it? If so leave me a review, favorite, all that stuff. This is a teaser though the next chapters aren't to come until you know a while, maybe after my other story is finished, or it could be updated next summer, but i really do hope u like it and stick around waiting for the next update. I'm giving Cassie Clare credit again cause I used some lines from the book. Yeah while writing this I had the book next to me so I could check out info. Well, umm review? Tell me what you think. I may have gotten some info wrong, so u can tell me. Other than that check out my other story Breakup, Makeups and the Occasional Demons. Well thanks.