Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Cassandra Clare's Mortal instrument series. If I did this is how I would have written it.
The character Christopher/Chris is based on Sebastian/Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern (without demon's blood).
And finally this series will be based on the cannon from the movie but there will be some parted based off the books so please beware of possible spoilers.
Clary had always enjoyed going to the Pandemonium Club; she loved how the dry-ice and coloured lights changed the club into a fairy tale land of blues and acid greens, hot pinks and golds. However, her friend Simon hated it, his geeky nature made him feel like a sore thumb in between the sea of goths and emos. "Do you want a drink?" he asked awkwardly. Clary nodded in agreement but she wasn't paying much attention to him because she was too busy dancing to the pounding musical beat. Across the dance floor Clary had spotted a handsomely odd looking boy, his tawny gold hair and light-coloured eyes made him looked like a lion from one of those nature documentaries she had seen. For a second, his eyes met hers and she softly smiled at him secretly hoping he would come over. But instead he paused and looked a little confused causing her to flood with embarrassment. So she pretended to dance in order to turn away quickly.
From the corner of her eye, Clary continue to watch the golden haired boy. She spotted the black haired boy next to him ask something, the golden haired boy just shrugged in response and continued walking. They were heading toward a couple, one black haired girl in a beautiful white laced dress and a punky blue haired boy. The punk kid looked incredibly uncomfortable; he had something odd, like string, around his wrists. Clary instantly stopped dancing and slowly walked toward the group. As she got closer she could see the whip in the girl's hand restraining the punk boy and the golden haired boy's strange glass-like knife. "Here's your drink" Simon said, but Clary could not look away as the golden haired boy swung his knife into the punk kid. She let out a bloodcurdling scream. "What's wrong?" Simon screamed dropping their drinks in order to grab Clary shoulders. The three of them all turned to look at her, their faces were as shocked as Clary felt. The golden haired boy tilted his head and looked at her curiously then he slowly stepped forward.
Adrenaline rushed through Clary's veins causing her to break Simon's hold in order to run out the Club and down the street at top speed. "What's wrong, are you all right … ah god" Simon grasped as he ran up next to her. "Those people in there, they killed that boy" she cried grabbing hold of her arms. "What I didn't see anything" he stated confusedly. "What the hell they were right in front of us" she yelled. She started headed away from the club's entrance toward the main street. "Did you drink something?" He asked "God Simon no", "Maybe it was the club; I've heard sometimes they pump hallucinogenic stuff through the vents to make sure everyone has a good time". "And what we breathed different air, did we?" Clary demanded "I don't know" he muttered meekly. Clary sighed frustratedly, "Alright let's just go home" Simon said calmly, flagging down a taxi.
The next morning
A fat prince with eggplant arms on a horse surrounded by hundreds of doodles of a diamond with a flatting V on their heads. This picture just isn't working Clary thought angrily as she ripped the page from her notepad and threw it across the living room. "Artist block?" Christopher asked leaning across the dark red family sofa to offer her some of her favourite crispy M&Ms. As siblings Clary and Chris looked very alike, they both shared their mother's bright green eyes and graceful artistic hands, the only main difference was their hair colours. Clary had red curly hair, just like their mother's, and Chris had straight platinum white hair.
Instead of just grabbing a handful from the bag, she grabbed the bag and poured a load into her mouth. "That bad uh?" Chris asked as he yanked the bag back from her. "Chris" she asked "have you ever seen something that no one else could see?" "Yeah, all the time when I was younger". Clary looked at him curiously "what happened?" She demanded. "Mrs Watts claimed I just had an active imagination" he said using air quotations "and suggested that Mom should put me on Ritalin". Then muttered that bitch under his breath causing Clary to laugh. "That's why I'm the favourite child" she giggled. In response Chris grabbed one of the throw cushions and tossed it at Clary's head.
It was moments like this that Clary was glad she had a big brother. She had someone to share her secrets with and someone to cheer her up when she was upset. Chris was great at this, Mom was too much of a worrywart to talk about problems with. "Hey do you want a drink, I'm going to get a can?" She asked as she got up from the floor and headed toward the kitchen. "Yeah" Chris muttered, he was in deep concentration over his drawing. On her way back she stopped to look at the picture of her father on the fireplace. A thoughtful and fair looking man in military dress; he'd been a decorated solider serving overseas. Jonathon Clark died a hero but not because of the military; he died saving Christopher from a fire before Clary was born. "Chris, what was Dad like?" she asked as she sat next to him, handing him his can. Their Mom, Jocelyn never talked about him, after his death she returned to her maiden name and tried to put it all behind her. "I don't remember really, he had big rough hands, I think. The only thing I can really remember is the fire" he said quietly. Clary knew this all too well, she knew those memories had haunted his dreams for years. Guiltily, she looked down at her coke can realising that she had been doodling the same weird symbol from earlier all over her can. She slowly walked over to her notepad spotting that she had covered the last four pages with this symbol. She removed them and turn to ask Chris about about it when both Jocelyn and Luke walked through the door carrying each a load of boxes.
That the end of Chapter 1, this is a re-edited version but don't worry, if you read it before, it's the same plot as the original just more understandable. Too many grammar errors in the first one.