Chapter 1:
Author's note, please read!
Alex is the character you are playing as. Alex is short of Alexandra if you're a girl, and Alexander if you're a boy.
There are elements of romance in this story. I'm sorry if you're not fine with the boy you're going to fall in love with, but remember you're neither a girl or a boy.
PS: these sections are only shown if there is romance in that chapter
This is written in your POV.
Anyways, enjoy the story! I know you will…
As the car crunches to a stop outside Walmart, you wearily unbuckle your seatbelt. Another school day was over. Which meant another night spent with your crazy, drunken dad. Your mum was out of town for a business trip, so you had to spend a few nights at his run-down apartment.
"Thanks for the ride, Sam." You mutter, slightly disgruntled. "Call me?"
"Yeah. Good luck. You sure need it." Sam flashes you a grin, and with that, his window rolls up. You watch as his car skids away, coughing as puffs of smoke and dust blew up into your face.
Sam was your best friend. You first met him in an alleyway when you were being bullied by the preps of your school. He then patched you up, and started playing with you. He was one of your only friends.
You double-check the address to check if you got the right place.
You look the building up and down. It looks abandoned, and old. It looks like it hadn't been renovated or even patched up in fifty years.
With a small exhale; you climb the winding staircases until you find Room 205.
"Right, Alex, there's no turning back now." You tell yourself, but you can't unravel the nervous knots that bunched together in your stomach
You haven't seen your biological dad in years. Not since you found him cheating on your mother with a much younger woman.
You knock quietly on the door. Minutes pass, and no one answers the door.
"He must be out today." You think to yourself. You turn to leave, but a nagging feeling stops you. Something wasn't right.
You're scared now. You kick the door open, and to your surprise, it falls onto the ground, making a squelchy sound. Red is splattered across the walls, and the wooden door is immediately soaked in a red liquid.
Your throat tightens. You smell metal.
Was someone playing a joke on you? It wasn't funny.
You move through the muck on the ground tentatively, and that was when you smell the stench.
With your heart in your throat, you shove the kitchen door open quickly and gasp in horror.
On the floor, you see a bloody body. His facial features are utterly unrecognizable. His eyes, ripped out of their sockets, were left dangling by a red vein. You can see that his mouth had been pried open brutally. His body was bent in a position, which was painful even to look at.
You know, with a sinking feeling, that this was your father.
What do you do?
Choose one option.
Option 1: Call the police
Option 2: Call your friends
Option 1:
You panic and call the police, stuttering into the phone. As the line ended, you stare blankly at the phone for a few moments, before exiting the flat and going home.
You attempt to do some homework, but you are distracted. Images of the twisted body keep coming back to you. You are frightened that someone could have the heart to do anything like that.
At last, your stomach rumbles, and you unleash your pug named Magda, then go out to grab dinner.
You order a Hawaiian pizza and sit down to wait, for a second forgetting that you had unleashed Magda. She starts barking ferociously and you attempt to shush her, but it doesn't work. You take her outside and grab her, but she is too fast. She races down into an alleyway.
You sigh and run after her.
Option 2:
You jab numbers into your phone. Your heart is beating like crazy, and you are praying, praying and praying that someone will pick up.
"Hello?" A muffled voice asks.
"Oh, thank god!" Relief pours into your voice as you struggle to explain all that has happened.
The muffled voice speaks halfheartedly "Look, I don't know what the hell happened to you, but I know you were in the wrong place in the wrong time. Someone will find him, I swear. You need to take a chill pill. We're clubbing. You should come."
"Of course," You automatically answer, "I'll be there in an hour."
You hear a smile on the other end of the line.
"You bet, Alex."
You get dressed and soon, you are out of the door.
The party has been going on for a while now, and you are having a blast.
Then all of a sudden, you notice this girl. She is watching you. You think she is interested in you.
You walk up to her and say "Sup, giiiirl?"
She smiles, but the smile does not reach her eyes.
She looks young, you note. She looks like she's in her late teens. A year or so older than you.
She pulls her hands out of her pockets and holds it out. "Hey, I'm Clary."
You take her hand, mesmerized by her sea green eyes. You have never seen eyes like such before. "I'm Alex."
Clary stares at you, eyes piercing through you, unravelling all your secrets. You squirm uncomfortably. Something about her makes you feel...strange. "Yeah, I know. Your name is Alexandra/Alexander Brenner. You like to call yourself Alex. You attend Clearwater High. You live with your mum, because your dad cheated on your mum a few years ago." She looks up defiantly, and proclaims in a bold voice "I also know you were on your way to visit your biological dad today, and found him dead."
You are surprised and confused. "What? Wait, do you mean you killed my dad?" Your eyebrows furrow as you try to piece everything together.
Clary shakes her head and continues solemnly "No, I didn't. Look, this is going to sound very bizarre and strange, but I need you to stay away from Sam, your best friend. No kidding, he is dangerous. You need to stay away from him, please." Her eyes plead with you.
You take a step back. "Why is he dangerous?" You demand.
Clary runs a hand through her red locks and whispers, "If I tell you, you won't believe me."
You look unconvinced. "I will, if you tell me the truth."
You watch as Clary takes a deep breath, as if she was mentally preparing herself.
Clary beckons you forward.
You warily walk towards her, and you feel her lips graze your earlobe gently. She then proceeds to whisper, "Sam is a demon in disguise. He is out to kill you." She takes a few steps back, gazing at you sadly.
"If you don't believe me, you will die. I have had this experience before."
Your eyes sweep her up and down. You are not sure if she is lying or not.
What do you do?
Choose one option.
Option 1: You believe her.
Option 2: You don't believe her.
Option 1:
You place a hand on her shoulder and say, "I believe you." You see her shoulders visibly relax and this time she smiles for real.
"That's good. I thought you would call me a madwoman and run away…"
You throw your head back and laugh. As if you would do anything like that.
"So…" Clary drifted off, looking at you slightly bashfully.
"Yeah?"
"If you really believe me, keep it low. Don't go to school and definitely don't see any of your friends. Especially Sam. Oh…and also…here. This is a seraph blade. If any demons come looking for you, just use this as a normal blade. Beware though…don't use it on mundanes—uh, I mean, humans. Mortals. They'll burst into flames."
She hands you a crystal clear blade with intricate designs on it.
"Well, I have to go. Goodbye, Alex. I hope to see you again."
You watch her round off into a corner and disappear.
My. What a day.
Option 2:
You step back and turn away from her.
"I don't believe you…"
You watch Clary out of the corner of your eye. She looks sad, but determined.
She responded sadly "I understand. I didn't believe the people when they first told me this whole thing. I know it's bizarre, I know it's crazy. But please, try to really think about it, you know? Though I cannot let you die, so I will convince you to the best!"
You start to walk away.
Clary chases after you and says "Hey, Alex! Wait up!"
She presses a knife into your hand.
"For the love of God, please don't go to school and definitely don't see any of your friends. Especially Sam. This is a seraph blade. If any demons come looking for you, just use this as a normal blade. Beware though…don't use it on mundanes—uh, I mean, humans. Mortals. They'll burst into flames."
What do you do?
Choose one option.
Option 1: accept the blade.
Option 2: Drop it on the ground and keep going.
Option 1:
"Thank you." You say sincerely. You turn around and walk away.
Option 2:
"I can't take this." You say quietly.
And with that, you drop the blade onto the ground, and walk away.
