Intro: (First Chapter)
Clary and her Best Friend Simon had gone to a cafe in which Simon's friend had been reciting poetry. He went on and on about the storm troopers and finding love on the death star in his poetry. It wasn't bad, but then again..It wasn't good.
Simon asked Clary if she wanted some more coffee and she nodded. He got up and got her a fresh cup of a mocha or cappachino, or whatever she got that day. Luke and her Mother was at a store getting more art supplies.
The drum very soft in the surroundings. Trying to focus on the poetry Clary yawned and took out a packet from the sweeter holder and ripped it open pouring it in. "Did you see those girls looking at you?" She smiled.
Simon shrugged. "I'm saving myself for someone."
"Who?" Clary smirked.
Before Simon could answer the "poet" had ended and people clapped. Clary looked into her coffee cup and saw an image in the fiz. A symbol...
Later
Simon and Clary had passed a club on the way back to the younger girl's house. Well apartment. Clary had stopped the boy and pointed to the glowing blue sign that said, "Pandemonium".
"I want to ask what that symbol means." Simon was confused at her words.
A guy with weird neonbluish black hair with guy-liner on, had whispered to the man at the entrance and let Clary and Simon in, leaving the older boy shocked they were allowed.
They danced and Simon started to get lost in the crowd. Clary would run her fingers through her hair dancing in the dim and crowded space. The guy who she saw earlier caught her eye. It looked like he was looking at her but when a woman with dark black hair and a tight dress, worn like a second-skin. She had a golden snake bracelet that wrapped around most of her arm. they talked and swayed to the music. he moved the collar of her cartigan and saw something that Clary couldn't from her position. The guy tried to get away but the golden snake had slithered into her hand and she used it as a whip. It wrapped around his throat in a golden blur.
Two others had joined the girl and one stepped off to the side with a glass handled blade in hand. Golden locks concealed mostly by a hood. He stabbed the guy abruptly and started to squrim in pain. At this pint Clary had started to scream and Simon had run to her side. She pointed out the three teens that were killing another. He didn't see them. No one did. They just looked at the screaming red-head like she had just pulled out a gun. Simon ushered her out and they got in a cab arguing all the way back to the apartment complex.
Clary had been gone up the steps to the front door, when everything had gone black...
(That is where it gets different. Hope you can imagine that well. Well. I'll try to get more chapters made soon. Bye!)