What Would Have Happened If Clary Showed Up: After Maureen's Death
All characters are from The Mortal Instruments by Cassandra Clare (Clary, Maureen, Simon).
Told from Clary's point of view.
Simon looked at me warily, "Clary, I, uh, I need to tell you something." Clary's eyebrows went up in surprise, he seemed so scared.
"What is it, Simon?"
"Clary I killed someone. I didn't mean to it just- I don't know what happened. I didn't mean to I swear. I tried to stop! I was so hungry and I couldn't stop it!"
"Simon_" I couldn't grasp this. Who? When? Did Simon tell anyone else? Does Isabelle know? I could only have so many thoughts in my head at once.
"Simon what's wrong with you!?" I didn't mean for it to come out so suddenly, I immediately regretted the statement after it was released. His eyes opened wide and we both shared a few seconds of agony. We both knew that if any of this conversation continued that we would end up screaming and not talk to each other for an extensive amount of time, and I can't lose Simon again.
Simon answered calmly, "I can't believe you Clary. I told you, I didn't mean it. It was an accident."
"You killed someone Simon. A person. Who. Who was it? Was it Eric?" I felt my voice getting higher and higher as the questions spilled out.
"No, Clary, I'm sorry. She was so young."
"She?"
"Maureen. It was Maureen."
I stare at him. I stare at him until it hurts. He steps aside and on the cold ground just in front of the back door I see a dead, limp, little Maureen.
Tears well up in my eyes. I didn't know her all too well, but for my best friend to kill his friend's cousin.
"What are you going to do?"
"Me? Clary I told you figuring you would conjure up one of your magnificent plans. Help me, please. We can't just leave her here for the rats."
Simon's eyes were pleading, his shoulders were slumped over and his chin was covered in blood. I looked around and saw a small shop across the street.
"We have to get you cleaned up first." I handed Simon my sweatshirt and we ran across the street. I dragged him into the bathroom in the back and gave him a damp towel.
"Ugh, give me that. You're practically missing every spot!"
I took the towel and gently rubbed his face, after an excruciating ten minutes of blood removal we exchanged a thankful glance.
"Thank you, Clary. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't shown up."
"Ha! I know, you would have run into another little girl and eaten her leg clean off. 'Simon, the cannibal running about New York City'. That's what they'd be calling you in half an hour."
He laughs at that finally and I rub the top of his head in a sibling kind of way. We walk out of the bathroom and back across the street to Maureen's corpse.
"Where did you say she was, Simon?"
"Right over here, she _"
"Yeah, she isn't there. What the hell, this is impossible. A dead body can't just walk off unless_"
"Oh no, what did I do?!"
