So... this is my first time writing fanfiction. I've been writing for about two and a half years now so I'm very confident in my work. Still, no one is too good for criticism. I'm putting myself out there for the world to see and judge. Please be gentle and review! Thanks so much!

Clary doesn't know she's a shadow hunter. She knows she's something else though. Through the years she has honed her skills to become known as one of the best at what she does. What happens when Clary wakes up to find herself in a cage and chained to the floor. Soon, though, Clary learns that there is more to the world than what she has already seen. A darker side that she will, inevitably, fall prey to the ancestry that has been hidden from her all her life. This is just the beginning...

Chapter 1

The floor is cold and wet. It smells like sewage. I groan and force myself to open my eyes. I push myself up and look around. The lighting in here is horrible. I close my eyes then open them again. My eyes are adjusting to the light. I stand then wince at a pain in my neck. Oh yeah. Someone hit me from behind and knocked me out.

I see a shackle around my ankle. I'm also standing in a cage. I place my hands on the bars. These are sturdy. I'm not going to get out of these. Not unless I have the key. Not only that but my chains are bolted to the cement floor. I look beyond my little cage while I push my fiery red hair away from my face. I look with my shamrock green eyes.

It looks like I'm in some sort of warehouse. A large door opens on the other side. I hold up my hands and narrow my eyes at the light. Two figures stand in the light before I hear a voice. "Looks like our resident redhead has finally woken up. How are you feeling today?"

I keep my eyes narrowed. "Who are you? More importantly, where am I ?"

The three figures move forward so I can see them. The one who spoke has white blond hair and eyes like bottomless pits. He's wearing cardigan shorts and a plain green shirt. His smile is demented though. "My name is Valentine. I brought you here so you can play a game of mine."

I look at the other person. He has jet black hair and eyes the same as Valentine. He's wearing jeans and a plain black t-shirt. "What about him?"

Valentine looks at the boy who looks about my age. "This is my son, Sebastian. He's the one who helped bring you here. It was surprisingly easy considering your reputation. I thought you always kept your guard up?"

I cross my arms over my chest. "After two years of nothing and being paranoid I was sort of convinced I didn't have to. Unlike you, I have a family who I actually spend time with now."

Valentine grins. "That's still no excuse. Now you've gotten yourself into quite a pickle."

"Who says that anymore?" I arch an eyebrow then move forward. "Secondly, tell me what you're going to do to me before I break you neck."

Valentine chuckles then his grin widens. "Very well. You're on an island. This island is a game course. There will be nineteen other people on this deserted island. I will explain everything once we get you all together."

They turn to leave. I just glare. Too many years of training and repressing emotions for just as long has taught me not to give the enemy anything to work with. That includes emotions. I can't let him get into my head. Half the damage is usually done in the head.

I sit on the floor and lean my head back. I close my eyes for a second before I hear doors open and a lot of noise. I open my eyes and see what looks like an entire army. One shoots something at me. My reflexes take effect. I dodge out of the way. The projectile hit's the iron bars of my cage. It's a tranquilizer. They try again and they miss again.

They open the cage door and rush inside. It's too small a place to fight properly but I manage to fight them off. Then a thought occurs to me. I've been trained to handle any situation. I stop fighting and let them put me to sleep. I feel my eyelids getting heavy. I'm putting a lot of faith in myself. I haven't gone on a survival trip in a while.

Suddenly I feel myself coming around. My body is capable of moving poisons and toxins or anything of the sort out of my body quickly. I open my eyes but it's still dark. I feel fabric over my face. There must be some sort of bag over my head to keep me from seeing where I am.

Then the cover is ripped off and light fills my vision. I close my eyes at first then slowly open them. I look up and around. There are nineteen others here. They're all looking at me. I arch an eyebrow. "Can I help you?"

"You can't even help yourself," a man with a heavy German accent spits.

I turn my head and give the German a look. "Then stop staring at me. Does anyone know where we are or what we're doing here?"

Everyone shakes their head. I sigh and slide down a little in my sea.t my hands are tied behind my back in handcuffs. I sigh. Usually my wrists are small enough for me to slip out of handcuffs but not this time. They made these secure. I go back to looking around the room.

Then Valentine and Sebastian enter the large warehouse with a camera crew. He's talking into a camera. "Ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to Survival of the Fittest. A show where some of the most notorious and wanted criminals have been captured and sent to a deserted island to battle it out to be the last one standing. Twenty dangerous people gathered onto one island is enough reason to glue your eyes to your television screen. Within this group of people are murderers, thieves and assassins. All of them are here for your pleasure and entertainment."

Valentine then turns to us and grins. We all glower. Then Valentine turns back to the camera. "You can feel the malice in the air. No. let's meet the participants. First is our youngest member. Clarissa, is her domestic name. she has been trained from birth to grow up to become one of the most feared names in the world of crime. Of course, I'm not allowed to tell you her work name. Just know to not underestimate her. It takes twenty men alone to transfer her from place to place."

Valentine walks over to me and holds up a microphone in font of me. "Tell the viewers of the world just what you're feeling right now."

I glare then smirk. I raise my foot to kick him in the crotch but my leg is stopped by Sebastian. He elbows me in the face. My head jerks back and I taste blood. I bring my face forward again and spit blood onto Valentine's shoes. Sebastian scowls then leans down to clean it. I take my chance.

I bring my right leg swinging over and connecting with Sebastian's face. He falls over with blood coming from his nose and mouth. I lightly drop my leg over my left one and sit I a ladylike position.

I lick the blood off my lips. "You should watch where you're going. I'm trying to look good for the camera. Posture is everything you know."

Sebastian glares at me. The others in chains chuckle. The German turns to me. "You're actually not that bad, Clarissa. Too bad I'm going to have to kill you."

"That's only if you can find me before I find you," I smirk.

Valentine goes back to talking to the rest of the captures. I can see Sebastian glaring at me from out of the corner of my eye. Then I go back to focusing on Valentine. He's finally done with the introductions.

Valentine stands in the center of the circle of criminals. "The rules are simple. There are no rules. Anything goes. The twenty contestants will be released onto different sides of the island. There are cameras everywhere so we will watch all their movements. The last one standing gets a pardon for all their crimes as well as ten thousand dollars."

That peaks my interest. With no record and that money I could start over with my family. I uncross my legs and start to focus. I want this. I want this for my family. Even if it resorts to me going back to my old ways. I will do what it takes.

Valentine's cameras pan around to get everyone's faces. Then a swat like team enters and takes us out of the warehouse. They're especially careful of me. I notice some of the guys who I decked before and their bruises.

They take us to a hanger where there are plenty of helicopters. We're each taken to one. I get into one and sit back. The helicopter starts up and rises into the sky. I can see the camera and the camera man in the front. They put a blindfold on me so I don't know where we're going. I got a look at the dashboard of the chopper though.

It feels like we're flying for a long time before the blindfold is taken away from my face. I look at the dashboard again. I smirk slightly before someone holds up a key. "Open your mouth."

I open my mouth slightly. He places the key on my tongue. Then I reach over with my and grab his belt. I head butt him then fall backward out of the open door in the helicopter. I turn over with my legs downward before hitting the water. I reach into my mouth and grab the key. I get my handcuffs off easy then swing toward the shore.

I pull of my sweater heavy with water. I throw it over my shoulder as I walk onto the white sand beach. I look around. I turn in the direction I know I should go. That's when I spot the first camera. I turn and walk in the opposite direction.