Disclaimer: I do not own The Mortal Insrtuments :(

This story came from a quote that just magically popped into my head. "Stop! Ok! I get it!" and this story just blossomed from it!(If you wanna call it "blossoming")

I hope you enjoy it. I will put up the second chapter hopefully soon.

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Clary POV

Crash! The vases in the living room went. Lamps, frames,and loose furniture flew across the room. I was standing in the middle of it all. Should I move? Will it follow me?

Making up my mind, I ran down the hall. With my luck, the chaos followed me close at my heels. The pictures against the wall shook and shattered. The small shards of glass scratching at my cheeks and forehead drawing blood. Making me wince from the prick of fire caused by it.

I ran into the bathroom and turned toward the door. Even if I could not see it, i knew it was there. A little tornado in front of me making all the winds howl. Just for me. I could not get help. This performance was especially for me.

The mini, but fierce tornado came closer. "Stop! Ok! I get it! Stop." I said. " I'll do what you want. Ju-just leave me alone!" I was panting like I ran a marathon making me stutter. The tornado whirled and howled one more time. Then calmed, and finally took shape. Or whatever it could pass for. It was a blackish, reddish smoke. With red, burning eyes, and a silava filled gaping mouth. The demon stood ten feet, its smoke-horns brushing the ceiling.

"Good little bird..." It drawled. "Your task to stop Him. Use your Gift."

Him? Gift? What the hell is this thing talking about?The smoke demon dissipated. The deafening wind went down to a calming breeze. I walked hesitantly out of the bathroom. The hallway looked perfect. Like nothing of my encounter with the demon ever happened. I took a step toward the living room.

Blinding pain stabbed through me. My head, my stomach, my heart felt crushed, burned, healed, then crushed and burned again. I screamed to the top of my lungs. White, red and black spots filled my vision. Everything in me felt numb. I did not feel myself dropping to the ground, clutching my body into a fetal position.

I opened my bright green eyes. Feeling slowly coming back to me, I felt a slight burning on my side. I sat up painfully and lifted my torn and bloodied blue shirt. Right there, in the middle of my right breast and hip, was a black mark.

It was beautifully intricated, but gruesome and ugly at the same time. I did not know why, but i knew what the rune meant: Forced Possession.

I inhaled and fainted, my face hitting the cold floor for the "too many" time today.

Clary POV

Ever been in that state where you're conscience but not able to do anything? That's what I am in right now.

The door slammed open. I heard muffled voices. A girl. A boy. And another boy with a slightly deeper voice. I heard the intake of breathes, still seing nothing.

I felt strong, rough hands grab me up, and carried me. I want to protest. I do not know where I will be taken to. The warm body of the stranger, and the steady, rhythmic beat of his heart soothed me. I somehow managed to nuzzle in deeper into his arms, and chest.

I am now unconscious.

Jace POV

I sat there for hours, and days. I'm not even sure exactly how long. I just knew I couldn't leave this girl we rescued. She had wild, dark flame hair that fanned out around her vanilla smooth face. I only wish to see her eyes. I'm pretty sure, I don't exactly know how, that they are an emerald, bright green.

"Jace, come on, you've been sitting there for three days." Isabelle said. Ah, that's how long I sat here. I looked at her. Isabelle had long black hair that always seemed to be in place. She had light blue eyes you couldn't miss. Right now, they're wide with worry.

"Fine, I'll go fix myself something to eat. A change from what you've been feeding me in here. What was that anyway?" I said.

Her face looked annoyed. "That was chicken soup."

"Hm. Could've fooled me." I grinned

"Oh, you loved it. Anyway, go and take a shower while you're at it." She scrunched up her nose. I laughed and moved toward the door.

"K, But I'll be right back." I walked out.

Clary POV

There was smoke everywhere. It was dark. I couldn't even see my own hand in front of my face.

Finally, the smoke cleared. In front of me, was the demon who started all this. "Stop Him. Use your Gift." It said.

What he said rang a bell inside me. But I couldn't place exactly what it meant.

The demon disappeared. In his place a boy. He had golden hair, and golden eyes. He had no shirt. There were marks, ones like mine, all over him. On his chest, arms, and neck. His looked beautiful, and holy. Mine was demonic. The boy came closer. I didn't know what made me but I ran to him. Once we met, he took me in his arms and kissed me. It was gentle at first, making my blood boil instantly. Then it became fierce.

My blood turned to fire.

I could not breathe.

No. Air. His hands that were on my neck became rough and hard. They were closing in my wind pipe. I opened my eyes. Everything around us was on fire. The fires were licking me all over. I tried to back away from him. All I did was look up at his eyes. What used to be a tantalizing gold, were now a horrifying red. Those eyes consumed me leaving my mind black and blank.

Jace POV

The rescued girl shifted once.

Another day passed. And another.

On the fifth day, I was loosing hope.

At 10 pm, I finally got up and moved to the door.

I heard the sheets rustle. I turned back to the bed and saw that the girl had opened her eyes. My breath caught. Her eyes were emerald green just as I had imagined, invisioned, knew.

She opened her her mouth. "What am I doing here?" She looked around. Her eyes swung toward me and stopped. She zeroed into my face. Her eyes widened, and her chest inhaled and exhaled rapidly.

She looked scared. About to cry. I didn't know what caused it. I walked to her. Halfway through my second stride, she shouted. "Stop! Don't move any closer. Who are you? What am I doing here? What did you do to me?"

She shrank into the bed. The girl looked about ready to bolt. I couldn't let that happen. So I backed up. "Relax, my name's Jace. I rescued you."

She sucked in a shuddering breath. "What was that thing?" I knew exactly who she was talking about. What amazed me was how she saw it.

My eyes narrowed in wonder. "You're the only mundane I know who actually survived Abaddon."

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