A/N: So heeeey! This is my first ever fanfiction, so I have no clue how this website works or what others will think of the story. I'm super excited for feedback and will try and update every week (Sundays if you live in the UK). All of the chapters are going to be in Clary's POV.

I don't own the characters (sadly), they belong to the legendary Cassandra Clare - but I have first dibs on Jace!

The Maze

Soft blasts of steam clouded my vision. I ran my hands along the cold pipes that walled me in this maze. Lamps swung gently above my head, lighting up the floor in irregular patches.
"You have two choices." said the voice. It was rich and deep - a man for sure.
"Who are you?" I said into the air as I made my way forward.
"Either you become the only person Jace loves and remembers, or you become the one thing he forgets." The voice continued. How rude. And who the hell was Jace?
"What if I refuse to choose?" I muttered stubbornly. I had surmised that I was walking on some sort of metal walkway, by the dull clang the floor made every time I tripped. Clumsy as ever.
"You will choose." The voice stated, in an almost bored manner. Very rude. I could tell English wasn't its first language, purely because it pronounced each word very carefully. Like it was being graded on pronunciation. Like me in my French test last week.
"I will not." I said. Almost instantly, I heard a deep rumble far behind me. Not far enough for my comfort.
"You will choose." The voice said, a little more forcefully. As if to emphasise this, the walkway began to tremble slightly. The rumbling started to move.
"For goodness sakes." I cursed and began to run. It's very difficult to run while half blind. Even more so when you don't know where you are running to.
"Choose." The voice said. I didn't even bother to respond, but kept running, one hand on the pipes beside me.
"Choose." The voice said. The walkway trembled faster. The rumbling became more aggressive. I ran faster.
"Choose!" The voice shouted, the sound echoing in the labyrinth.

The trembling stopped. So did the rumbling. So did I. I could feel my shirt clinging uncomfortably to my back. It had fallen almost silent, as if the whole word had held its breath. Except for the damn pipes.
I had this horrible realisation during the silence, the sort of realisation you get in horror movies when the character knows they're going to die. It was slow and unpleasant, like a musty tingling down the spine. It was invasive - the sort of fear that made itself known. I reached up to adjust my shirt...
And then I was flying through the steam. I landed further along the catwalk in a rag doll heap on my front, limbs every which way. Thankfully I had landed in the middle of the catwalk and nothing seemed broken, at least for now, but man was I in pain.
I just stayed down, a gasping mess, and waited for the inevitable pressure on my back to keep me down. You know, that scene in movies where one guy is half standing on someone else's back after they won a fight? Downright disrespectful if you ask me, but no one ever does.
That rumbling started again, from where I had been thrown.
"Get up." I told myself. Next time the thing got near me, I could be sure that it wouldn't end well for me.

The walkway trembled. Deja vu much?
"Next time, I will not be so forgiving. Choose." The voice said. It sounded positively smug. Next time? Forgiving?
Grimacing, I pushed myself onto my elbows. From what little I could see, I had no grazes or bruises on my arms. Small mercies.
"Choose." The voice said. It didn't sound so pleased that time. In response the rumbling grew deeper. I gritted my teeth and got onto all fours. My knees stung awfully, making my eyes smart.
"Impatient little.." I muttered.
"Choose." The voice had a foreboding tone, like an adult scolding a child.
"Give me a minute, will ya!" I yelled in the direction of the growling. It stopped. Bracing myself, I counted to three and then rolled onto my feet. Then I slowly stretched out until I was standing, using the thick pipes for support.
"You have had your time, now you will choose."
I was really starting to dislike this guy.
"I w-won't choose." I said, cursing myself for stuttering.
"Then you will die." The voice said. It was lacking malice, it was a fact and that made the fear ever more real. But what was worth dying for if it were not those that you loved?
"Then kill me." I said, drawing myself to my full 5ft 2. I shook gently, almost imperceptibly.
The voice didn't respond. It was simply silent, as if in thought. I scarcely dared to breathe.
And then it began to laugh.
"Fine. I will kill you, and then I will kill your precious boyfriend and the sacrifice will have been for naught."
The voice was almost giggling with morbid glee.

A/N: Alright y'all, what do you think? Review, favourite, follow and share! Until next time... *evil giggles*