Hey guys. Before I really get into anything, I want to tell you that I am filled with terror at the moment. There is a spider crawling across my ceiling right now, and it's coming above my bed… OMG I have total arachnophobia, so don't judge me, they scare the sh*t out of me, it's not even funny. Hold on…
Ok, I'm back, I just grabbed my shoe out of my closet and smashed it. It fell to the ground, so I don't know if I killed it or not. You guys should be proud of me, I just overcame my fears! (kind of…) Anyways, this is how I think the book City of Lost Souls should have happened towards the end. I'm going to start at the end, at a paragraph near the end. I'll start the paragraph how Cassandra Clare started writing it, then I'll put my twist to the story. And don't think that, because of what I write, that I'm evil or anything. It's just that this way, I think it would be more exciting than what she wrote.
As I said, CASSANDRA CLARE WROTE IT! I OWN NOTHING! Ok, read on, review and favorite please! P.S. anything BOLD and (in parenthesis) is a note from me, not part of the story.
Page 481 of City of Lost Souls
"Coward," Clary spat at him. "You turned all these people into your slaves and you won't even fight to protect them—"
Sebastian raised his hand as if he meant to backhand her across the face. Clary wished he would, wished Jace could be there to see it happen when he did, but a smirk flashed across Sebastian's mouth instead. He lowered his hand. "And if Jace let you go, I suppose you'd fight?"
"Of course I would—"
"On what side?" Sebastian took a quick step toward her, raising the Infernal Cup. She could see what was inside it. Though many had drunk from it, the blood had remained at the same level. "Lift her head up, Jace."
"No!" She redoubled her efforts to get away. Jace's hand slipped beneath her chin, but she thought she felt hesitation in his touch.
"Sebastian," he said. "Not—"
"Now," Sebastian said. "There's no need for us to remain here. We are the important ones, not these cannon fodder. We've proved the Infernal Cup works. That's what matters." He seized the front of Clary's dress. "But it will be much easier to escape," he said, "without this one kicking and screaming and punching every step of the way."
"We can make her drink later—"
"No," Sebastian snarled. "Hold her still." And he raised the cup and jammed it against Clary's lips, trying to pry open her mouth. She fought him, gritting her teeth. "Drink," Sebastian said in a vicious whisper, so low she doubted Jace could hear it. "I told you by the end of this night you would do whatever I wanted. Drink." His black eyes darkened, and he dug the cup in, slicing her bottom lip.
(WHERE MY PART BEGINS)
His efforts worked. Clary's mouth opened slightly as she felt the pain from her lip. Instead of focusing on clenching her jaw, she focused on the slight pain.
Sebastian took advantage, grabbing her by the jaw and shoving the cup in the opening of her mouth. Clary tasted bitter liquid as thick as mud and hot as fire enter her mouth and felt it scorch down her throat. She tried to cough it up, but Sebastian pulled the cup away and held his hand over her mouth and nose, forcing her to swallow.
Clary screamed.
… … …
When Simon heard a piercing scream, he knew who it was. He turned his head away from Magnus and Amatis just as an arrow thumped into her shoulder.
Sorry, Magnus. Simon thought as he stood up and pushed his way in the direction of Clary, away from Magnus. He would kill anybody that had hurt her…
He burst into the clearing just in time to see Jace let Clary slip through his arms to the ground, Sebastian smiling down at her. Simon took a step forward, ready to run to her, when her head raised. What he saw shocked and horrified him beyond anything he had ever experienced.
Clary's eyes flashed from bright green to black, blacker than Sebastian's. She screamed out again as she clutched her stomach while on her knees, then glanced up at Simon desperately, helplessly, before her eyes flashed back to green, and she relaxed. After a moment, Clary pulled her arms away from her stomach and stood up. First she looked at Sebastian and Jace, and then she turned to Simon, a wicked grin on her face.
… … …
Clary felt as if her insides were being ripped apart and sewn back together in a different pattern. She fell to the ground, screaming like she was dying, but it felt like she was dying. It felt like a fire was starting from the inside out, starting in her stomach and throat, going to all the cells in her body and making its way to her brain and heart, aching the worst.
The most horrifying part was that she couldn't see. Clary didn't know how long the pain lasted, but every second of it was pitch black. It was as if someone had pulled a heavy black curtain over her face—she could feel every movement she was making, just couldn't see where they were taking her.
There was a flash of a scene that she could see before it went black again. She saw the fighting, but she also saw Simon. Simon. She loved Simon, who was always there for her. She looked at him as a cry of help. Help she thought out to him. Sincere concern flashed across his face as his eyes began to water slightly. Then it went black again.
Clary clutched at her stomach. When will this end? She pleaded to herself, but at that moment the pain stopped. It ended so abruptly that she just stayed there on the ground, her vision adjusting to her surroundings.
She still heard the fighting going on, the growls of the werewolves and screams of shadow hunters, but she heard it in a different way. Instead of it sounding like death and pain and loss, she pictured it as enjoyable pain and suffering. Enjoyable. She listened, wanting to be involved in the delicious fighting.
She stood up, glancing at the scene before her. She didn't pay much attention to it. Instead, she glanced behind her at Sebastian and Jace; Jace looked worried and Sebastian looked pleased and slightly nervous, yet excited.
Then Clary looked in front of her. There stood Simon, covered in dirt and splattered blood. She could see the hilt of a sword just above his right shoulder.
Clary was instantly filled with disgust. This nerdy, skinny vampire was her best friend? What was wrong with her? He radiated kindness and concern and love. What would he be concerned about, anyway? She felt amazing.
Clary could feel strength in her new bones. She could feel her power, and she loved it. She was powerful, very powerful, like she could take over the world with the twitch of a finger, and she could feel the power radiating off of everything. Light as a feather, she felt she could run miles without getting winded, like she could kill every living thing in the clearing. It was incredible.
She turned back to Sebastian. "Is this what it has always felt like for you? Power? I feel amazing, light as a feather. And I can feel it. Off of everybody else, there's so much power…" She trailed off, basking in the feeling.
Sebastian laughed darkly. "Yes, that's exactly what it's been like. Isn't it great?" He slipped a long dagger into her hand. "Just wait until you can put it to use." Sebastian beamed down at her, possessiveness written all over his face.
Clary looked down at the dagger, flipping it in her hand a few times. "Who?" She asked after a moment, glancing up expectedly at Sebastian.
He looked her in the eyes, then glanced over at Simon. "Your little boyfriend," He stated simply, backing away.
She shot him a glare. Little boyfriend? Yeah, right. She couldn't even believe she had talked to him.
Looking over at Simon, something flashed within her, unidentifiable. Was it… love? No, she thought to herself. The only people I love now are my brother and Jace.
At that thought, she looked behind her at Jace. He smiled reassuringly and caressed her cheek with the backs of his fingers. "You can do it. You're strong enough. I love you, Clary. Do it, and we can leave." He brushed her cheek with his fingers again.
Her head spun at his touch. After all of the changes that her body had just gone through, it was amazing that Jace could still have that effect on her body.
She straightened up and kissed him quickly before pulling away. She looked at Simon.
"You can to it, Clary. Go with your instincts. You'll love the feeling." Sebastian urged, nudging at her back slightly.
She looked at Simon; Simon, who had grown up with her and been her only friend; Simon, who she had so many sleepovers with; Simon, who was permanently by her side, no matter what could come between them; Simon, who was standing there with love on his face for her, hate for Sebastian, and hopefulness for Jace.
Hate for Sebastian…
Her Sebastian, her brother whom she loved. That could not be accepted.
She took a deep breath. "Anything for you, big brother," Clary said. Then she adjusted the knife in her hand and ran for Simon's heart.
So, how'd yah like that? I hope you liked it, because I like it a whole heck of a lot better than how Cassandra Clare wrote the ending. I mean, I'm not saying I hated her ending, I'm just saying I like mine better…
So, good news. I killed the spider in my room. Yay me, yada yada. But the bad news is that there is another spider twice as big as the first one in my room now… and my mom's asleep so I have no way of killing it, I'm too afraid to. So I am now sleeping on the tiny guest bed in the other room. It is 1:00 A.M. exactly and I am writing this story for my fans. I can't sleep anyway, so why waste the time? But I am getting kind of tired, so I think I'll post this now and go to bed. You all better appreciate this story, because I'm up late doing it for you! Haha nighty night, sleep tight don't let the bed monkey's bite!