Hi people! I have just recently (This morning) finished the book Clockwork Angel and I loved it! So, I was thinking, and wanted to make a fan fiction about a girl who lived in the 21st Century and was also a part of the supernatural world, or a Downworlder, and somehow manages to time travel to 1878. She is found by Will and Jem when—oh, well, read on to find out!
Lillian.
That's my name. Lillian Lacey Coleman, abandoned daughter of Frank and Miranda Coleman. I am the eldest of five other kids, the youngest being two. I have auburn hair and startlingly light green eyes. I am about 5'7 and am 16 going on 17 years old.
My parents abandoned me because they thought I wasn't human. Ridiculous, isn't it? I'm starting to have some doubts.
They didn't let me grab any clothes, and I left home in sweats and a thin short-sleeved t-shirt. But I did have my locket, thankfully. It was the only thing that kept me sane. Apparently, all my brothers and sisters were human so they weren't thrown out. I was very glad at that, because I couldn't bear it if they sent out one of the younger ones.
So here I am, wandering the streets of New York City, not bothering on hailing a cab, especially when I have no money. I bet my parents are happy I'm not at home; one less mouth to feed. Not like I ate anyway, with the food I got. I preferred to work for my food, or grow it if possible.
I turned left on the street corner and halted when I saw a dark alley with a dead end. Someone got up and came toward me. I turned and started walking away as fast as casually possible. I got to some store windows and glanced at them.
The stranger was gaining on me. I quickened my pace and was about to get on a busy street, when I was pulled from behind, a hand clomping down on my mouth so I couldn't scream. I struggled, but this person's grip was like iron.
Finally, I knocked my head backwards into my kidnapper's face and he let me go, covering his nose with both hands and letting out whimpers of pain. I ran as fast as I could in my sneakers, but I wasn't fast enough. He caught me again and this time dragged me all the way back into the alley I saw him in.
He grunted as he pulled me towards the back of the alley, and pushed me into the wall. I waited to feel pain of some sort, but all I felt at first, was a whoosh of cool air. Then I felt it.
My entire being felt as if I were on fire. I felt as if I were being stretched in every direction possible. I was being stretched, crushed, burned, and pounded all at the same time. I tried to scream, but found that I couldn't. I waited, in excruciating pain, to die.
But I didn't. Instead, I felt cold. And a hard surface underneath me, pressed against my cheek. I slowly, with some effort, opened my eyes to a dark and gloomy place.
A street, my mind supplied the word for me. Suppressing a groan, I sat up painfully and looked about my surroundings. The street was deserted, completely empty of people, though there were a few stores beyond the road. Seemingly, there was nobody here; no one had seen me collapse. But… where am I?
This certainly wasn't New York. It looked like one of those towns from old black and white movies. I frowned in confusion. Had I… no. No I hadn't. That's ridiculous, Lillian.
Or is it? Some part of my mind wanted to believe that maybe I was inhuman. The logical part said that it simply wasn't logical or real. But then, why had my parents kicked me out of the house?
I was startled out of my thoughts by a hulking figure limping toward me. I unsteadily climbed to my feet to get a better look at it. The face was shrouded with darkness, but the hands weren't. And they weren't hands either; they were claws.
With a start, I jumped and started backing away. The thing let out an inhuman growl and ran at me. I turned and ran the opposite direction, trying to put as much distance between me and it as soon as possible. I looked to my left where this huge magnificent building was and ran toward it, adrenaline making me go faster.
But right when I thought I was going to make it, I tripped and the thing pounced. One of his claws was aiming right for my face, but I gripped it, pushing it away. The jerky movements caused the hood of the jacket he was wearing flip off and I saw his face in the moonlight.
It was truly gruesome. Some slimy substance was dripping off its overly large teeth and as it fell on my bare skin, it burned. I hissed in pain and pushed even harder at the thing. In return, it pushed harder as well, but I was stronger.
I pushed it away and kicked it off of me. It staggered for a moment before regaining its balance. That moment was all I needed. I got up blindingly fast, surprising myself slightly, and kicked the creature's head. It jerked back, and was already reaching for me with its claws, but I grabbed a long and sharp pole-like thing and stabbed it in the chest, where I assumed the heart would be.
It shrieked and as it did, I went over to the building and pounded on the door as hard as I could.
"Help! Help me, please! Somebody!" I screamed.
The creature was once again advancing toward me and I gave up on calling for help. I ran to the right, heading down an even darker street, but I didn't care where I was going, as long as it was away from the monster behind me.
It tackled me from behind, and I went down on my back and I felt the rod I stabbed it with prodding my ribs. One if its claws slashed across my face, like a slap and I felt the warm substance of my blood trickling down the side of my face. I saw a hungry glint in the monster's eyes and struggled against his other claw, which was holing both my wrists.
It only squeezed them tighter, which made me cry out softly. Either the thing just chuckled, or it's choking on something. It better have been the second option; if there's anything I hate, it's being laughed at when I'm hurt or vulnerable. This happens very rarely. By the sadistic glint in its eyes, I knew it was the first. I gritted my teeth as it leaned in toward my throat and the burning stuff dripped on my throat.
Instinctively, I turned my head to the side. Big mistake.
The stuff dripped into the gash it had made with its claw. It burned enough to make me scream. I struggled even harder, not feeling it when it gripped harder on my wrists to keep me from escaping.
What happened next was a slight blur of motion. It reached into its jacket and pulled out a sharp dagger. I immediately reacted by bringing my knee up and kicking its gut, making him bend over and giving me a chance to both, rip out of his grip and wrench the dagger out of its hand-claw.
I staggered to my feet and stumbled. The creature was standing up, keeping its eyes locked on me and the dagger in my hand. I screamed, hoping someone would hear me.
And like angels had answered my prayer, two men, about 17 or so, came running toward us, weapons at the ready. The monster saw them too, and reached for me. Scared, I shrieked and slashed the dagger at his claw. It slid cleanly through, and the monster shrieked in pain. When it shrieked, its spit, I guess it was, flew away from its face and into my still burning cut.
I screamed and clutched my face, while the two men attacked the monster. Somehow though, the creature got the upper hand. One of the men, the one with light hair, almost silver, was about to get stabbed by the creature, while it hit the man with black hair.
I screamed, and rushed forward, stabbing the creature with both the dagger and the weapon the black haired man dropped when he fell. The creature screeched so loud that it took all I had not to let go of the weapons and cover my ears.
Then, it exploded in a mess of blood and its saliva. It was all over my once blue t-shirt. Even though I was burning, I had to make sure that the silver haired man was okay. I knelt down beside him.
He was breathing hard, but wasn't injured in any way I could tell in the moon light. Even so, I whispered, "Are you alright?"
He whispered back, "I've been better. Are you alright?"
"I'm burning; inside and out."
His breath caught. "Will, we need to get her to the Institute. The Silence Brothers can heal her before the poison sets in."
I hadn't noticed the other man come up on the other side of the silver haired man.
"Right and we are much obliged, Miss…" he looked at me pointedly.
"Coleman." I only gave him my last name.
He nodded and we both helped the silver haired man up. "What are your names?"
"James Carstairs, but please, call me Jem; everyone else does," the silver haired man said. Jem; it suited him.
"And I, am William Herondale; but everyone calls me Will." The black haired man tipped his head as if he had a hat.
"We should go now," Jem said.
"Wait," Will said, sounding alarmed. "How can she see us? Didn't we use the runes?"
Jem's silver eyes widened. "I hadn't even noticed. Perhaps she has Sight," he murmured back to Will.
"Well, for sure she has Hearing," I said icily. They both looked back at me, Jem apologetic, Will amused.
"Let's just go." Will started walking and Jem went after him as well. I took a step forward, but the burning was just too much. I collapsed on the floor with a cry, and immediately saw Jem by my side.
I was breathing harder than before, and my vision was blurring.
I could faintly hear the sound of Jem's voice shouting at Will, and then being lifted into a pair of arms. The last thing I saw was Jem's worried face above mine.
And then the world went black, as I lost consciousness.
So, what do you guys think? I would LOVE to hear what you think!
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And I don't own the Infernal Devices Trilogy. :)