Well, this is my first 'The Mortal Instruments' fanfiction! I hope you like it, and it you ever come across anything missed spelled or grammar issues please tell me and I will be sure to change it. I hope you like it!
Disclaimer: Casandra Clare owns the charterers and 'The Mortal Instruments' series and blah blah blah... I only own the plot...
I thought about saying, "Dad, do we really have to leave to another city?" Or, "Can't we just stay in one place and be a real family?" But as I thought of saying those words, I knew the only thing that would get me, is in trouble. I learned about that when I was young. All it gets you for asking an unnecessary question is a slap across the face and a lection about what you should say, and what not to say. That's how you would live if you lived with Valentine Morgenstern and Jonathan Morgenstern. My father and brother. It was madness living with them.
And anyways, I knew whatever I say; it wouldn't matter to my dad and brother. They never listen to me. They will move to New York and nothing will stop them. They only go all around the world to do there so called, 'business' that they so often have to tend to, and it always has to deal with me. I'm there key in all of this. I'm the person who they just keep around to do the jobs they need doing. And let me tell you, the jobs that they make me do, there nothing you would ever want to do yourself. There something that if you were a normal human being instead of the daughter of an evil Shadowhunter, you would be arrested.
So like always, I went with what they told me to do. I finished putting the last of my cloths into my plain green bag and then hoisted it onto my shoulders. I reached behind me and I split my red hair and brought both half's on my shoulders. I sucked in a breath as my eyes swept across the now empty room. Only a bed, dresser, desk, closet and one window with a plain white curtain, the same color as the walls and bead spread, was left. I have no significant feelings for this room, no feelings for this house or the neighborhood. No feelings for the students at the school that I went to for the first three months I lived here in California. So, when I leave this place, I wouldn't care if I never come back here again. In fact, I would be ecstatic if I never come back here again. This place carried too much bad memories that I've made in the last three months.
I would never want to move back to any other recant places that my family had lived for the vast couple of months. It seems like every place that we go, the evil fallows us. I guess that is logical. Valentine and Jonathan are the evil ones. They have it in there essence and you can never take that away from them. It's part of them, a part that every other Shadowhunter wants to take away from them.
Yeah, I know that the Shadowhunters are out to get my family. I know that they have been hunting us ever since Valentine done his biggest stunt yet before either Jonathan or I were born.
The Uprising.
That's what started the whole thing. It's what made every Shadowhunter out there fear us, but at the same time, after us. Yet, my father doesn't fear them. He says that they could never capture us, that he's too sneaky. Yes, I believe him because he's proven to me that he can kill anyone at any time if he has to. I've seen it in progress. I never want to see that again. But, knowing the people that I live with, I know that I will have to see it happen again sometime soon. I'm even the person who does the killings to. I'm forced to do it, and if I don't, I'm in for one heck of a ride with Valentine. He would beat me senselessly if I disobey him, I've went through it a number of times, and I know not to do it again. Cause If I ever did disobey him…. I don't think I would come back up,-
"Clarissa Morgenstern!" yelled my father's angry voice. Crap, no, no, no, no… "What are you doing disobeying my orders! GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!" And know I knew I was in trouble. With trembling fingers, I tightened the book bag on my shoulders and raced down the stairs, not even giving my room a second glance. Then, in less than a minute I was standing in the living room where my father and brother stood with their luggage. I first risked a glance over at Jonathan, and instantly saw the death glare that he was giving me. When he did that look, I knew that I had done something really bad to get it, and witch, I guess I did. I didn't come down in under the three minuets that he had let me pack, I past the three minuets just because I was wondering around in my own selfish thoughts. I had disobeyed him and I now knew the price for it.
"I-I'm sorry, dad, I-"crap. I had said yet another thing wrong. "No, wait, I-I," but it was too late.
"I thought I told you to address me as sir!" Yep, I just made him angrier. This-this wasn't going to end well. "That's two disorders in one day! You need to get in control with yourself!" Then, like he has done very other time, Valentine took a step forward and stopped right in front of me. He raised his hand and then with one swift motion, he slapped his hand across my face with all his might. I let out a squeal of pain as I bend down at the waist and held my check with both hands. The searing pain made me head dizzy and unfocused. But then again, I forget yet another thing that my father taught me to do.
"Never show weakness, even when you're in intense pain!" And then another hit to my head made me let out a scream that I couldn't compress. "YOU NEVER SCREAM!" Another blow to the head made me topple to the ground and lay there in a deep haze. There were spots in my vision and my head felt like it would split in half any second. I knew that Valentine was yelling other stuff that I should do, but at this point, every sound that was murmured, I couldn't here clearly. Valentine just sounded like an annoying buzz that I couldn't get rid of, and I couldn't. I tried to close my eyes, I just wanted this to be over with, but when I tried to, a pair of hands grabbed me and yanked me upright. At first my legs couldn't take the new weight, but when Valentine pushed me up against the wall, I was able to lean on it. Valentine loomed in front of me as I stood there drowsily. But there was a difference this time. It sounded like he was trying to teach me a lesson like a real teacher would. It was like this was his way of teaching me how to do a school subject like math, but only this lesson was one of teaching me to call him sir, and not to show pain. Why did I have to be his daughter, why oh why?
"Know, you better not disobey me ever again. I shouldn't have to tell you the right and wrongs more the once, child!" while dad said this, I could feel his hold on me loosen and finally I was free to walk on my own. While he stepped back, right in front of Jonathan, I took a couple of steps forward but not enough to be anywhere close to Valentine. As I went to straighten my book bag straps on my shoulders, the pain from the punches came back into forces in one full force. I stumbled back a little when the pain became too much. I reached up with one hand and held my head, hoping to stop the pain. But it didn't happen. The pain just seems to come on and on, like rain falling and never stopping. I finally leaned my back against the wall. I knew I should be trying to look tougher, not like I was going to pass out in any moment, but apparently to dad, I was doing a good job.
"Jonathan," Valentine snapped in an instant. "Get the pain killers, rags, and conceal, quick!" Then, always like him, my brother jumps with a jolt, then rummages through the bags until he comes across the items that Valentine listed. It's always like him to do as daddy says. He hasn't disobeyed him like I have, or at least that I know of. Ever since I could remember, he was never like the big brother that I always wanted, but he was like the second Valentine that I never wanted. To me, Valentine wasn't my dad; he was the guy who keeps me from going off chasing my dreams. He was my boss that no matter what, I had do obey. I wasn't able to quite the job that I was in, it was a permanent job that there was no getting out of. I was always stuck with it, even when I became an adult in 4 years when I'm 18. By now, you can probably see that I'm 14 years old. Just 14 and I've killed about 8 people and have been beaten a number of times.
No, I knew that this isn't how normal 14 year olds spend their lives. From what I know, there living on cloud 9. Having their first relationships, hanging out with their BFF's, shopping, and partying.
Everything that I will never be able to do.
"Are you going to take the stupid supplies are what, brainless?" Jonathan's harsh words ripped into my mind and released me from my thoughts of self-pity. I shook my head and looked up at Jonathan standing in front of me, pushing the things in front of me. I quickly took them out of his grasp and held them. Jonathan then glared at me then left, standing at his usual position behind Valentine. No knowing what to do with the supplies, I looked up at Valentine, hoping he would answer my unspoken question. And like I thought, even though we're not a big happy family, we were still related, he still knew what I needed.
"You have one minute and no more to clean yourself up in the bathroom. Don't disobey me this time, or the punishment will be worse." He said, and I knew it wasn't a joking matter. I gave a quick not, then regretted it when I felt the pain come back. Trying my best as to ignore the pain, I hurried off to the back bathroom and quickly turned on the lights. I quickly scanned myself in the big view mirror and saw that I had a couple of cuts that were dripping with blood around my face. I tried my best as to dry them up so they won't continue bleeding, and then I put the conceal on the cuts and bruises so no one would see them when we went out in public. I quickly swallowed the pain killer's pill with a little plastic cup of water to wash it down. Then I hurriedly threw it away, shut of the light and stormed out of the bathroom to the living room. When I got back there, my backpack still strapped on my shoulders, I saw that neither of them had moved since I left. When Valentine saw me enter the room, he looked at least pleased that I wasn't late. He then turned to Jonathan.
"Pick up the bags and bring them out to the car, Jonathan." And of course he did just that. He was out with the bags in a flash. It was like he didn't have a mind of his own.
When Jonathan was gone, Valentine turned towards me. His face had wiped clear of all anger or disapproval, and instead, it was seriousness that covered his face. I only have ever seen that face when he was dealing with business related things. I had seen that face right before he told me something that I had to do for him that involved either killing or harming or stealing. No, no, no. Please, no!
But I knew there was not getting out of this one.
"I have an important matter that I have to speak to you with." Valentine said as he stepped closer to me. I noticed that by know, he had to be about four to five feet taller them me. I knew that if I ever wanted to fight against him, I would never win. I would be out like a light if he punched me on the head that hardest the he could.
"Wh-Wh," I cleared my throat, demanding my mine not to stutter on my words while talking business with Valentine. "What is it that I have to do, sir?" I asked, already knowing what the 'important matter' meant. I was extra impressed with myself for calling daddy, 'sir'. I was being a good girl. Daddy loved it when I was being a good girl.
"Good for you to know what I was talking about." And when he said it, a real smile grew on his face. I gave a little smile back, happy that I've made my daddy happy with me. "And supper good for addressing me by sir, Clarissa." My smile grew as he said my name. He rarely ever used my name, but when he did, I knew he was happy with me.
"So, the matter that I need dealing with is in New York, that's why we're going there next." Dad said. "You see, in New York, theirs this place called the Institute where a family lives and runs the place. They have these two seatrain objects that have caught my fancy. Listen, this is a very important job, I need you to-" Valentine quickly stopped what he was saying when Jonathan burst into the room, luggage free.
"I got the luggage in the cab. He says he's inpatient. We should hurry up." Jonathan said, while signaling that the cab was outside now. Dad let out an inpatient sigh as he stepped back from me and towards Jonathan. As both of them were walking out the door, dad turned around and looked at me.
"You coming, Clarissa?" He asked me. I shook my head yes, and this time, it didn't hurt. I guess the pain killers worked.
"I'm coming, sir." I said back. Dad shook his head and looked into my eyes.
"Clarissa, you don't have to call me sir when we're talking about normal human things." And like that we all were heading outside and pilling into the cab. Dad first, then me, then Jonathan. While I was squashed in the middle of the both of them, I thought to myself, 'At these moment's it feels like where a real family. A loving, caring family just taking a cab ride, heading to their new home that will be in New York.'
Normal. I liked that concept.
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Umm, I'm not really sure when my next update is going to be. If you have seen my earlier fanfictions, you would know that I'm not the best updater, but, BUT, I am going to be better on updating for this chapter, I promise. I already have two other chapters done and am working on the third, so don't worry.
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