The New Beginning

by kittykatnerd13

Clary raised with Valentine and abused by him and her brother Jonathan. She needs to escape the manor but doesnt know how she has nothing to use, ever sense her mom gave her the snow globe of New York City when she was 10 she only dreams about going there and training at the institute. But can she escape Valentines hold on her?

1. Chapter 1

Chapter One

I woke up to another day of hell. Putting on my gear and wincing as I open the

door to the main hallway of the manor. Looking both ways to see if valentine or

Jonathan is anywhere in sight. I am two minutes late and if I was caught in the

hallway I would get a hell of a beating. Entering the training room and

beginning the routine of stretching my aching muscles from the rigorous training

and punishment from yesterday. First Jonathan enters, following him my father

who I swear is related to the devil. "well well well, Clary you seem a little

sore now arnt you? is that bruise on you cheek from me ? How terrible of me!"

Jonathan slaps me in the face as I am stretching my quads. Falling to the

ground, and keeping my pain and temper in check. somehow I have learned to not

cry. This torment is a normal thing and that slap is nothing compared to what's

in store for me today.

Valentine starts with yelling at me for not being strong enough and how weak

and fragile I am. How I need to be more like Jonathan in my fighting skills.

after 7 straight hours of throwing knifes and fighting my brother with swords,

I'm bleeding and aching all over. What bruises were fading are turning a shade

of blue already. lacking my steele to create an iratze, because valentine says

it's for the weak. I limp to my room and bite my lip to keep from yelping as I

strip my gear and run a warm bath. As I lay in the semi relaxing bath I think of

the ways valentine has taught me to kill and envision myself using it on him and

his perfect son. After I am done dreaming up of ways to kill my father, I decide

it's time to get on with the day and get out of the bath. Wrapping a plush white

towel around my slim body. I stare in the mirror and notice the shade of my red

hair and the piercing green eyes, how they stand out to my pale freckled face. I

notice that without the scars and bruises I may even be pretty. I braid my damp

hair into a lose braid and put on a cotton tee and sweat pants. I walk down the

hallway and see something in my peripheral vision. At first I thought I was

imagining something but it's true I'm not crazy. Jonathan's steele is right

there on the counter of the oversized kitchen. Another reason I never have a

Steele is because I have special abilities, when I was a baby my father gave me

angel blood and because of that I can create new runes and portals. Hence the

reasoning on why I never touched a Steele after they realized that. When I

touched the cool metal instrument I thought of what I do. Destroy the place? No,

that's too easy. I was going to go to a place they would never find me and to a

place I have always wanted to see. New York City. As I created a portal I knew I

had to imagine the place I wanted to go to, even though I have never left the

manor, before my father killed my mother she bought me a snow globe from the New

York institute. I remember it exactly and think about it. I envision the streets

and the people and walk through the portal.