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P.S: Sorry if there is any grammar or spelling mistake, english is not my first language.
Chapter one: A life dies another one borns
Clary was sitting in her bed, drawing and listening to some music. She was so lost in her own world that she didn't hear the noises and the fight that was having place on the first floor of her house. She only knew something was happening when she heard a loud noise, a shot, and took off her earphones.
-Dad? –she called from the door, but got no answer. She was about to go down stairs and look what was happening when two mans appear up stairs, and she knew that, whomever they were, she had to get away from them. She closed her door and run to the window, only to find it stuck. She tried to open it but she was too weak, and soon the two men were in the room, holding her by her arms and dragging her down stairs.
-Dad! Help me! –she called for her dad but again, she got no answer- Let me go! –she started kicking and screaming but it was useless, they were way too big and strong for her.
Once they got down stairs, she saw another man cleaning blood off of her shirt, and the floor was also covered in blood. Her dad was nowhere to be seen.
-Well well. What do we got here? –The man took a step closer to her and took her chin, making her look him in the eye- I didn't know Valentine had a daughter
-Who are you? Where's my father? What are you doing here? What do you want? –she didn't even took a breath between each question
-Wow, calm down, sweetheart. Maybe we'll explain to you later, if we decide we want to keep you alive.
Then she understood. They, whoever they were, had killed her dad. Her dad was dead. Dead. The word floated through her mind without her even noticing. She was an orphan now. What was she going to do? She refused to let the tears stream down her face; it was an act of weakness she couldn't afford in front of this mans.
-How old are you, sweetheart? –the man in front of her asked
-I'm… I'm fifteen. And my name is Clary –she was getting tired of the nickname.
-I see… Very well, Clary, you're coming with us.
-Why don't you kill me here in my own house like you did with my father? –she said
-Because I'm not going to kill you… for now. Let's see what Jace wants to do with you first. Maybe he could find you some use.
Who the hell is Jace? She thought.
They dragged her out of the house and into a car, where they blindfolded her eyes before start driving. After about 20 minutes, the car stopped, and they lead her out of it and into a house, now letting her see where they were. She remained staring at her shoes, trying hard not to cry. Cry for her dad, who had loved her so much and take care of her for all this years, after her mom's passing, and who was now dead, and she couldn't even said goodbye to him, or hugged him one last time. Cry for her, who was alone now, who had no one in the world, who just had her life ripped in two and was now in who-knows-where going to find that guy Jace so he decided if she could or could not do who-knows-what Her life, like her father, was now death. This was the beginning of a new one and, being afraid of what would happen, she prayed for Jace to decided she was better off dead.