Hello to everyone!

So this is my second fan fiction, first on my own.

My first is being co-written with Elizabeth Fayes and it's called Gold Carpet. It's a sequel to Red Carpet so could you please read them?

I said on my profile that I wouldn't be posting a story until January/February but I need to know what you guys think about this one and if it's worth continuing it.

I'm going to apologize from right now for my grammar. English is my third language and even if I know a lot about it, I'm sure that there are lots of grammar and punctuation issues. So if there is anything wrong, please tell me.

-Anna (Arcoirizada)

Now on with the chapter.

Chapter 1: Memories

Clary's POV

Today is my birthday. Well mine and my brother's. We are twins but we look nothing alike. We just have the same high cheek bones, the same nose and the same emerald-green eyes- that belong to our mother. He has a strong built, is insanely tall- OK, maybe not that insanely but still- and has pale blond hair while I am small, thin and have red crimson curly hair. He was the exact copy of our father and I of my mother- you can take off the height and the curves.

I'm making 15 and my mother had taken me to the shopping. Whereas I was spending the day with my mother my brother was with my father.

We were in the front of the mall walking trough the parking lot. And when we reached the car a black SUV appeared from nowhere. I saw a window opening and a gun being held out. I knew that my mom was the target and that she hasn't seen it so I took two daggers and once the man was close enough, I aimed at his neck and threw one of them before he could pull the trigger. But what I didn't see was a second gun being pointed at me. It was too late...

When the shot gun sound sounded I didn't feel the bullet. I just felt soft yet strong arms holding and protecting me- arms that belonged to my mother. I did not realize that I had tears escaping from my eyes, all that mattered to me was her. She was in front of me looking at me with love and proud but I saw the life slowly slipping out from her beautiful emerald-green eyes while she spoke "You did well honey. I'm so proud of you. And don't ever forget or let your brother and father forget how much I love you. I will always be in your hearts." The last sentence was barely a whisper.

And that was the last thing I ever heard from her before she collapsed on the ground.

I woke up gasping for air and tears falling from my eyes at the sound of Beating Heart by Ellie Goulding.

I wiped my tears, turned off the alarm and went to turn on the Wi-Fi speakers whilst activating the Bluetooth on my new iPhone 6 Plus, letting Turning Tables by Adele fill the house.

I made my bed, because doing something would help me to don't remember. But I knew that as soon as I'd stop, I wouldn't be able to contain the memories any longer.

I then entered my ensuite bathroom and stripped off my clothes.

I turned on the water to the hottest possible and let it wash my feelings and burn all the memories of that day that insisted on coming to the surface.

Flashback

"No! Mom! You can't die! Please hold on!" I yelled between sobs. I started doing CPR, making sure that I made pressure on the shot wound so the blood would stanch. Some minutes after- that looked like an hour- paramedics arrived. Someone must had called them.

They told me that I could leave them make their work, that I had done well but now was their chance to save her.

She was taken to the hospital in a hurry while one of the paramedics stayed with me whilst I called my father.

He arrived within seconds. I grabbed the dagger that I had let fallen from the ground and put it on the right place before I ran to my father and hugged him sobbing.

My cry had calmed down on the ride to the hospital. But little did I know what was expecting me.

When we finally arrived there we went straight to the hallway where my mother was supposed to be. We didn't have to wait to long till a doctor came out from a room asking for her. We all stand up and when the doctor said she didn't make it, my world crumbled. I started crying and sobbing and saying no so many times that I lost count. My brother tried to comfort me but I didn't allow him to- and I did the same to my father.

When I finally cooled down I managed to ask the doctor hoarsely and with puffy red eyes if I could see her one last time. He guided me to a surgery room where she was sleeping like a fallen angel. Her red crimson curls spread all over the bed around her face, her pale skin was even paler- that gave her hair a even brighter colour- and her beautiful eyes were closed. Closed to never open again...

I stood next to her and grabbed her left hand with mine while I was stroking her hair and taking some curls out from her face.

I caressed her cheek before speaking "I'm so sorry mom! I should have seen the second shooter! I should have payed more attention! And now is my fault that you're dead." I started sobbing again but my speech wasn't done yet. "I love you so much. You didn't deserve to die. Now who's going to talk with me about the boy? Who's going to stop dad when he starts rambling about sex? Who's going to go after Jon with that 'mortal weapon' that you called mop when he does something that he mustn't?" I chuckled at this last sentence remembering when it happened. "Who's going fight with dad about who cooks better? Who's going to comfort me when a guy will brake my heart?" I was silent for a moment waiting for the answer that never came. "That's right mom. No one. I know I have Jon and dad but it isn't the same. Even if you weren't at home that much you'd always find a way to spend a day with me watching hot guys on the TV without father knowing, talking about the most random things, correct me when I'd do something wrong on a paint or when we were training. You were my confident, my rock, my best friend- all in one. You're the best mother someone could ask for. And now you're gone because I made a mistake. Because I wasn't paying enough attention. I know you always prepared us for a day like this... But this is so unfair!" I started sobbing again and hugging my mothers motionless body.

My sadness was slowly exchanged by a fire growing in me. Revenge. I wanted revenge and I was going to have it. I didn't see the shooters face but there was one that I would never forget.

One hour after Jon came to tell me that the people from the angency were here to take her to remove the bullet and send it to the ballistic. At list we could have a clue of which type of gun was used and later find the killers.

I reluctantly let go of her hand and went to the car.

When we arrived home I went straight to my room and stayed there for days, only getting out to eat and say goodbye to my father.

Then a week passed by and I joined The Downworlders- a secret service agency where I met all the guys that now are in my team. Some months after I became the most skilled secret agent and I was invited by The Clave to built my own agency The Shadowhunters. I was given The Institute as our home.

My father didn't know about this. He only found out a year after. Because of my mothers death he wasn't at home that often- not that he was before... with his job- so we almost didn't see him.

My brother had entered The Clave and has been trying to find who killed our mother. I was trying too and I had already some clues but they weren't enough.

Thirty minutes after I got out from the bathroom wrapped in a soft dark green towel and went to my walk-in-closet. Still I little blue from the flashback. It was always like that- even now, four years later- everyday I would wake up with the memory of those memories. Always remembering me that was my fault my mother was dead.

I wore a black lace thong and a matching strapless bra and put on a one size dark green sweater, black leggings and dark brown 4 inch ankle boots. I applied mascara, eyeliner and matte brown lip stick and brushed my hair letting it fall in soft curls down my back. I grabbed my dark brown leather jacket, my keys and my bag and went downstairs.

I had changed since my mothers death. I had become taller with more curves- now I could say that I was like. And I guess that that was the reason my father was so rarely at home- I reminded him of my mother. I got more experienced in fashion. Of course that Izzy had a hand on that. But I also had become more cold and distant around people that I didn't know well and I had built high walls and only let a few pass through them.

Once I arrived to the garage, I hop in my new white Zenvo ST1 and went to Taki's to take my breakfast.

Time Skip

After getting out from Taki's I head off to the college.

I was on the second year of an art course. It was part of my cover because I was in a mission with my team. I didn't need it much since my mother had taught me almost everything.

I usually take the most difficult missions, like this one but this time I couldn't do it alone. So there was Isabelle- my third in command and my best friend- as a student of fashion designer; Alec was my second in command and a student in medicine; Simon- our beloved geek- was in computer engineering; Emma and Julian in music; William, Jordan and Maia in a sports course; Magnus was on cover as a badass in the Mafia and our snipers and hackers would be on the field whenever we needed.

Today was the day that a new member would join us but as I came yesterday from a three month mission I had no time to go to The Institute to meet him. I'll ask the guys if they did though.

I was the head directress but Hodge was covering that role for me for safety and personal reasons. So I was just his left hand for the others who didn't know about it.

As soon as I entered the parking lot I parked my car right in front of the tall building and went to pick up my schedule. Then I went to put the books in my locker while texting the guys. I asked them what did they have as first class.

I was going to have Spanish with Isabelle, Alec, Simon and William. This was going to be fun we know almost every language as it was English.

I hope you enjoyed the chapter!

Who do you think that were the killers? And what does Clary mean with "personal reasons"?

Please R&R. I need to know if this story is good enough.

I forgot the famous disclaimer so here it goes: As much as I'd like to have Jace, Miss Clare won't let me have him...