His lips were set into a deep frown, a scowl ready to erupt. Dark eyes shined hell's fire, as anger coursed through him. Clary watched as his fist clenched tightly, the outline of his body trembling, waves of rage rolling off him. The situation at hand here was a dangerous one that needed to be dealt with immediately.
"Simon- ", Clary spoke softly. She put her hand on his shoulder, her green eyes filled with sorrow. "It was bound to Happen, there's nothing you can do."
Simon bared his teeth. Bits of black hair fell to his eyes, draping around them like a curtain as he shook his head desperately. "No," his voice was hoarse. "No, it can't be possible. This is a dream I'm in my bed, dreaming this horrible nightmare."
"Simon," Clary's voice came out stronger. "It's time, move on." She slapped Simon across the cheek and grasped his shoulders, trying to shake sense into him. "It's gone and never coming back. Besides, it was a horrible brand. I'm surprised it even lasted this long."
Simon whimpered. "No, no, it can't be true. That was my favorite mayonnaise!" Tears were starting to form in his charcoal eyes. "Clary, we have to-"Simon was abruptly interrupted by the shrill ringing of Clary's phone.
"I-"Clary began, but was cut off by an overemotional Simon.
"Just go. Leave me be in my current state all alone, as your lips caress words into the air that reaches someone's devil ears," Simon continued ranting. "Leaving me to this reality of darkness surrounded by the cold, heartless people who inhabit it. As they beat my spirit brutally killing the last spark of life in my soul." By now Simon's head was cast down, and his voice was but a mere whisper.
"I didn't know you were so poetic," Clary said dryly. "Or dramatic, have you been watching those soap opera re-runs again?" The screaming of her phone died long ago, as it beeped into a voicemail.
Walking away to navigate the isles in hopes of a bathroom. When her search came up futile, she huffed, running a frustrated hand through her fiery red locks. Her eyes automatically scanning the store in search of someone who worked there. What does a person have to do around here to find a bathroom, Clary thought. I mean really, is it so hard to put up a few signs pointing towards the bathroom. I spend all this money on their stupid products, put up with Simon's attitude because they decide not to carry his favorite mayonnaise, and to top it all off I can't even find the -, Clary's internal ramblings were interrupted by a tap on her shoulder.
"Whoever has their hand on my shoulder, better take it off before I go to jail for murder!" Clary seethed. Slowly turning around to see who the culprit is and was shocked to find a boy around her age with plush golden locks and bight eyes. She was captivated by his looks and barely registered the fact that he was talking.
"- to help someone. " He said, and clary couldn't help but stare as his lips formed the words. Finally, breaking out of her trance due to the fact that it had become silent. She shook her head trying to clear out the confusion that had taken up residence in her head.
"I'm sorry, what?" She asked in a voice that clearly proved she hadn't been paying attention.
Her question caused him to smirk. Why is it that whenever I find someone cute he always turns out to be cocky? Clary internally pleaded.
"I said murder is a high price to pay for wanting to help someone." The mysterious stranger said with that stupid smirk still on his face.
"Yeah…. Well you should learn to keep your filthy hands to yourself." Clary grumbled. Still upset about being caught staring.
"Awww….. You know you liked it." The stranger said with that same smirk. "And judging from your reaction I'd even go as far as to say you actually enjoyed it!" The boy said with a chuckle, knowing full well the effect he was having on clary, by the way her jaw was clenched and her hands were curled into a fist at her sides.
"Hey, whatever strokes your ego; can you just tell me where the bathroom is? I really need to go." Clary's tone was clipped, her need to hear the message exceeding the need to argue for her dignity.
"Party pooper," the man retaliated by sticking his tongue out, only putting it back I his mouth when he saw he look on Clary's face. "Fine, fine….." he stated with a sigh, putting his hands up in mock defeat. "You see that door…. Go in there and to the right there should be a bathroom" he said pointing to a set of double doors marked employees only.
Clary raised a skeptical eyebrow. "You sure about that?" she questioned her tone disbelieving.
"Yeah….. But even if I wasn't what choice do you have?" he said the last part with a smirk adorning his features. I guess he's right…I mean, besides doing mission impossible and trying to hunt down someone who works here and is willing to help, he's the only option I have. While Clary came to a conclusion the man's smirk grew, knowing that he one.
"Fine… but it's only because I really have to go." Clary huffed, hating having to give him the satisfaction.
"Whatever you say." The man said, then turned around and walked away the smirk still a feature on his face.
What an infuriating jerk, Clary silently fumed. On the outside she was perfectly composed, only her eyes bearing the fact that she was drowning in anger on the inside. When she finally reached the doors, she slowly pushed them open, and was relieved to see the sign for the women's bathroom.
She entered the room and hopped onto the porcelain sink pulling out her phone in the process. All righty the, let's get this show on the road. Clary thought while accessing her voicemail.
The following message is a recording that best be deleted after listening. The automated voice said, the words bouncing off the walls creating an echo. Please push one to hear the message. Clary followed the instructions, impatiently pushing the specific number.
"Clarissa Fairchild, this is a message from the Clave. We have a mission for you, there has been rumors going around about a un-"The strong voice was cut off by the sound of the bathroom door slamming open. Clary hastily shoved her phone in her pocket, and hopped off the counter ready to face whatever just entered the bathroom.
"Have no fear ladies, for the ever so wonderful Eric has just entered the restroom!" A loud voice reverberated off the stall doors. As a man, who could only be assumed was Eric, came into view.
"What the hell! Can't you read you imbecile the men's room is next door, you pervert!" Clary was beyond mad; she was only about two centimeters away from pulling out her seraph blade and attacking the idiot.
"Come on babe, don't be like that. There's not even anybody else in here to share with." Eric made a move towards Clary. But before she could do anything he fell to the ground, teeth stuck to the back of his head.
" I'm sorry honey, didn't mean to scare ya now. Are ya hurt?" An elderly woman standing by the door asked who just so happened to be missing her teeth. Clary could only shake her head, still shocked by what happened. I didn't know dentures were that strong? I should get myself a pair. Clary thought still in awe.
"Well it was nice chatting dearie, but grandma's really has to go to the bathroom." The elderly lady said pushing past Clary and entering the closest stall without looking back. This is one strange grocery store. I really need to find a new place to shop. Clary thought shaking her head and exiting the bathroom to go find Simon, so they could make the journey back home.
A/N: WOOOHOOO! WE'VE DONE IT!
CREATURE: I finally did it….. I finally got wonderland to abandon the cookie mission and help me write a story!
WONDERLAND: HEY…. IM NOT THAT BAD... *Shoves cookie in creature's mouth*….. Here have a cookie and shut up.
CREATURE: UMPH…*spits out cookie*…..*glares at wonderland*...THAT WASN'T VERY NICE YOU KNOW
WONDERLAND: *shrugs shoulders* yeah… I know… that doesn't mean I take it back though.
CREATURE:*grabs wonderland and shakes her*WHY YOU LITTLE…..
WELL THEN UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN EARTHLINGS! OH AND DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW…. OR WE WILL BE FORCED TO PUT THE WORLD UNDER SEIGE!... OKAY THAT'S A LIE BUT WONDERLAND SUGESTED WE USE FORCE….