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~~~COMPLETE AU (alternate universe) - Clary is not the nice sweet little girl like in the books. she is mean. She absolutely LOATHES Alec, for no particular reason. And Magnus isn't good for Alec. At all. And if you don't want to read some sad and brutal seeming things, or maleXmale offends you, please don't read it. You have been warned lol ~~~

RATED M

CHAPTER ONE: Hate

Alec stood in front of the Institute trying to hail a cab. The sky, much like his mood, was getting dreary and gloomy. The sky was ready to unleash the tears it held; Alec was already crying. He wasn't simply crying, no he was bawling. He felt hopeless and completely crushed. He could never understand what he had done to deserve such cruelty. He was still standing on the curb when the clouds unleashed their unrelenting fury. His tears blended perfectly into the rain now dripping from his inky hair and down his pale face. Now the only thing giving away his misery was his shaking shoulders. As a cab finally pulled up, he stifled his sobs and climbed into the torn and beaten back seat of a New York cab. It smelled of drunken body odor and cigarettes.

"Where to?" asked the cabbie in a rough, cigar and whiskey strained voice.

"Brooklyn please." His voice was barely a whisper, for he feared that if he talked any louder that he would have burst into agonized tears once again.

As the cab pulled away from the curb much too fast and into terrifying rush hour traffic, Alec was barely able to keep himself from sobbing. He didn't want the cabbie to try to ask what was wrong. As per request thanks to Izzy and Jace, Alec was trying to befriend Clary. When the redhead was with Jace and Izzy, she was sweet as candy. But with Alec, she was toxic as the apple given to Snow White. He was trying though, he really was. And no one could deny that. By the Angel, how she wasn't though. All she tried to do with Alec was hurt him and beat him down. The last venomous words she had spat at him were replaying over and over in his tormented mind.

"You fucking freak! Leave me alone! God, no wonder Jace could never love you! All you are is a selfish, sadistic fag! You're a whore! You're trash! Why don't you go cry to you boyfriend and choke on his dick, you disgusting scumbag!"

The same hate-filled words and cruel laughter were stuck on repeat. Over and over, he couldn't make them go away. When she had said this, she had been shouting, on the verge of screaming. Jace and Izzy had been out after Ravener demons and Robert, Maryse, and Max were in Idris. He was thankful that no one had heard her shouting, although, if people had been there, the exchange would have had to have been quiet and he couldn't have cried quietly.

He was sitting with his head bowed and thinking of how much painfully right what she said was. Jace could never love him, and he was a fool to think he might be able to win his heart. Clary and her deceitful kindness had won him over. He looked up when the cabbie started slow, so he told him the address. Moments later, they had pulled up to a familiar and tall building. He handed the cabbie much more cash than was necessary and went into the building without looking back at him.

He rang the door buzzer of the warlock's loft and was let in. As soon as he walked through the door it was slammed shut and he was thrown against a wall. This is what he was expecting and though he didn't want the pain, he needed the distraction.

Magnus snapped his fingers, and Alec was naked, stretched atop a cold metal table. His ankles were strapped down to either side of the table and his hands were pinned above him. Magnus was holding a ball gag, which he then proceeded to shove into Alec's trembling mouth. Magnus tortured him with light tasers and slaps. After deeming Alec's thin body red and welted enough, he gathered his large knife collection. He took his thinnest blade, thinner than paper, and he cut deep. He sliced up and down Alec's thighs with it. Then he dug fingernails tapered to be sharp talons into the cuts, causing them to ooze too much of the blood of the Shadowhunter. He took a larger knife, a hunting knife, and ran it across Alec's stomach and rib cage. The cutting lasted for an hour. After this brutal ritual, he roughly turned Alec onto his bloody stomach and took him roughly, no preparation at all.

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Jace was walking up the tattered looking walk to the Institute and sighed. Clary had called him not long before and told him Alec had hit her and yelled at her. This was the first time that Jace didn't believe what his girlfriend said. He knew Alec, and Alec was not a violent person. He looked down and ran a frustrated hand through his hair. He made himself walk into the tall building and was worried of what would happen.

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Alec was once again standing in the rain, and the polluted water ran the tainted blood from under his clothes and into the street. A cab pulled up, and oddly enough, it was the cabbie from a few hours earlier. He climbed in and told him to take him to the Institute, dreading facing Clary again. He knew Magnus didn't want him there anymore, and at least at the Institute he could hide away in shame in his room until he found the mask that covered the fear that Magnus would kill him someday. It hid the fact that, hating how Magnus treated the body he had so loved before, he enjoyed how much of his blood was shed.

The cab pulled back up to the same curb it had picked him up from. When Alec tried to pay him, the cabbie refused his money with a smile and drove away. Alec had paid him enough for at least two more trips to Brooklyn.

-Chapter 1 END-

Ta-da! I'm kinda excited about this one XD hopefully you enjoy it :)