Gives You Hell
Disclaimer: I do not own City of Bones, Gives You Hell, or Cirque Du Freak. (But I do own the tiny reference to it. See if you can find it! Hee hee!)
Clary's POV
I was innocently sitting at Isabelle's desk while she mixed make-up like a chemist in her bathroom. I had my sketch pad out, but no ideas were coming to me.
All of a sudden Alec burst into the room, chest heaving and hands clasping the stitches in his sides. "Jace-Taki's-Hell," he gasped while trying to obtain his breath.
My blood turned to ice in my veins. The only way 'Jace' and 'hell' went together in the same sentence was if Jace was causing it. I put my shoes on, dragged a disgrunteled Isabelle out of her bathroom, (who muttered something like "I only have mascara on one eye!") and ran out the doors of the Institute; not bothering to see if Alec was following.
"What the hell are you doing?" asked Isabelle angrily.
"Alec said something about Jace, Taki's, and Hell." I rushed on and ignored Isabelle.
When I finally arrived at Taki's, it didn't look like Jace was causing hell. In fact, it looked like there was a concert going on. Did Jace do something to the performers?
Once inside, I saw that it really did look like a concert was going on. As I glanced around I saw the name of the band was THE SCHLEPPING MONGOOSES. I squinted up at the stage and almost had a heart attack.
Jace was playing keyboard and singing. Simon was the drummer. Some weird snake kid was playing electric guitar.
Jace walked up to the microphone. He was wearing black Vans, black skinny jeans, a black t-shirt, and a black leather jacket. I could see his seraph blade sticking out of his waist.
"I dedicate this song to Clary, my angel," he said, then nodded to Simon, who tapped the drumsticks together with every count of "5, 6, 7, 8".
I wake up every evening with a big smile on my face; and it never feels out of place.
You're still probably working. At a 9 to 5 pace. I wonder how bad that tastes.
When you see my face, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell. When you walk my way, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell.
He sang beautifully; it was the most perfect thing I'd ever heard. I sucked in a breath.
Now where's your picket fence, love? Where's that shiny car? And did it ever get you far?
One girl even fainted. Are you kidding me? I thought.
You've never seemed so tense, love. I've never seen you fall so hard. Do you know where you are?
Truth be told I miss you. And truth be told I'm lying.
When you see my face, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell.
When you walk my way, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell.
When you hear this song and sing along, oh you'll never tell. That you're the fool, I'm just as well, hope it gives you hell. When you hear this song I hope it will give you hell. You can sing along, I hope that it will treat you, well.
Once Jace finished the song, he jumped off the stage and made his way through the throng of screaming girls and downworlders alike towards me.
Everybody held their breath as he stood up straight, pulled me closer, and kissed me.