Radioactive

WELL HEY THERE! So this is my first ever fanfiction and I'm really nervous about it, so if you would be the most awesome people ever and review (and maybe favorite/ follow if you enjoy ;) )And tell me what you'd like to see in this story or whether it's good or bad then please go ahead! Any feedback would be awesome :D I must add warning that this story will have a lot of violence and lemons in future chapters. Finally I must say that I cannot promise regular updates as I'm in my final year of school and doing my GCSE's and dayuum, it's stressful. So I won't always have time to update due to the large amount of homework I get (sigh) but anyways! On with ze story!

CLARY'S POV

I looked out onto the dusty, abandoned wreck that is New York. The world is an all-round wreck now because of the nuclear war anyway. Now the world is dying out and I am one of the few thousands that remain in this world. I bet you're wondering how I survived something that destroyed billions of people? The answer to that is that I'm lucky. My grandparents were rich and fortunate enough to buy themselves into one of the underground vaults that protected them from the radiation. It was their, and many others, priority to have as many children as possible to repopulate the earth after it was bombed. Unfortunately my mother was an only child, but she had conceived two children with our father; me and Jonathon

Jonathon had been a good brother to me, but I had always sensed something darker in him. My conclusion has been correct because he was the one who opened the vault with our father, Valentine, after ninety six years of living in there, we were informed to stay in there for at least a hundred years, to steer clear of any remaining radiation, but clearly another four years was a four years too long. After they had opened the vault (which still to this day no one knows how) they had fled, leaving me and my mother, Jocelyn to fend for ourselves. When the population of my vault (vault 166) decided to escape it was a bloodbath. There were savage people waiting nearby with weapons, that are named Raiders, and they live in packs of large numbers. They are the people who have been affected by small amounts of radiation that was not strong enough to kill them, but strong enough to send them to the brink of insanity and make them constantly blood thirsty.

The bloodbath resulted in my mother's death. She had shielded me from a female raider and saved my life. I only followed my instincts when she told me to run, but when I had turned around all I saw was the raider leaning over my mother with a savage grin as the only person I could trust and love crumpled to the floor. Stone cold dead.

Now two years later, I haven't cried since that day, I distanced myself from other people and stayed away from the large groups that have built towns for themselves as defense against raiders and the all of the other mutated creatures that live in this ruined world. I believe that on my own I'm stronger, more emotionally detached, and that's just how I like it. I have a protective shell built around me, people see me as a hostile bitch and it keeps them away. I don't need anyone, I haven't since I was fourteen and now I'm sixteen. And somehow, I'm still alive.

So here I am now, perched atop a hill looking down at the barren land watching a group of four people fight, I must admit they're doing well against a pack of fifteen raiders. Unfortunately good is not enough though, they'll be dead soon enough. One of the four catches my eye especially though, he's a tall male with blonde hair that falls in gold locks to his neck. The sun glints off it as he fights with the grace of a ballerina but the ferocity of a lion. He is beautiful even from this distance. I've never seen anyone fight like him before; he cuts through the raiders like a hot knife through butter, like they're mere insects to him.

The problem is that the rest of his group cannot fight with the same stamina and speed as he does; they seem to be excellent fighters, but not good as the golden boy. No matter how good he is, he cannot take on a pack of fifteen raiders alone, not even I could and his group is fighting far too slowly to ever be able win this.

Never in the two years that I have roamed the outside world have I ever felt compelled to help people like these, I have only ever watched and waited till they had been killed by the raiders and taken the ammunition, weapons and food that is left behind by the dead. I do what I have to do to survive, even if that means letting others be killed for me. Like I said, I'm emotionally detached from the world, I'm a heartless bitch.

So what I do next is unexplainable, I pull the rifle from my back, lie on my stomach, load the gun with ammo, look down the scope and aim for the closest raider near golden boy that's about to attack him from behind. My finger trembles on the trigger, "what am I doing?" I whisper to myself. The thought is soon forgotten when I fire my loaded gun.

JACE'S POV

It soon dawns on me that we will not win this fight. If I had realized this sooner we would have been able to retreat, but I was a fool, we were in too deep now (That's what she said XD). No matter, I thought. If I will die today then I will not do it in vain. I continued to fight my targeted raider and I knew my friends were thinking the same as me from the heavy breathing and loud cursing coming from them, mainly Izzy with the cursing. I smiled to myself, even when faced with death; my friends refuse to be afraid.

I plunged my blade into the raider's chest and he dropped to the ground dead. I was about to turn around to look for my next target but I was too slow. A raider attacked me from behind; looping is weapon clad hand around my neck, his rusted knife pressed against my tight throat. I could smell his breath, the smell of rot and the sharp smell of iron that comes from blood, the smell so strong I could almost taste it. His voice was low and he whispered to me "Any last words little boy?" I could tell he was smiling and it made me feel sick. I was about to open my mouth to make a sarcastic comment when I heard a loud gunshot. I froze as the raiders arms went limp around my neck, his knife dropping and clattering onto the floor.

Within seconds I spun around to find the raider dead on the floor, a bullet clean through his head. I then looked for whoever shot the gun, my savior, I saw was a small dark figure on the top of a hill around a hundred yards away, the person didn't seem to be looking in my direction however, he/she was too busy shooting the rest of the raiders. One after another dropped to the floor, each time with a bullet to the heart or head. There was only one more raider remaining after the quick round of shooting. The person on the hill then waved their hand, gesturing for us to take the final kill. I didn't hesitate. I took out a small sharp knife and threw it, embedding it into the raider's chest.

Alec, Izzy and Magnus then approached me, all covered in blood and sweat, some of the blood their own, but no one had major injuries. We had escaped death, and it was not the first time either.

We then all looked up in sync to the small figure that had saved us. It appears that our savior was female, she was now stood looking down on us and she looked short even at a distance. But with shooting like that, I knew despite her size, that she would be formidable. As we watched her from afar she began to strap her rifle to her back and pick up her bag, she then began to walk away from us. I was determined to not let this girl get away without at least thanking her, so I began the chase after her, the others right on my tail.

CLARY POV

I turned around for one more glimpse and saw golden boy and his friends running towards me shit shit shit! I have to get away from these people! I thought, I can't let these people near me, they'll thank me and be kind towards me, maybe even invite me to join their group, I can't let it happen, no feelings towards people right? Right. Just stick with that Clary, be a hostile bitch like you always have. I hear one of them shout after me, the dark haired girl by the sounds of it. Why did I have to save them?! What's wrong with me?! I've NEVER done that before, I don't even know these people and I've wasted precious ammunition on them. I'm such a fool, such a goddamn fool! I turned to see how far away they were and the blonde boy was only a matter of meters away. How did that bitch catch up with me so quickly?! I tried to speed up but he had already launched himself at me, shoving me to the ground with him on my back. "shit!" I cursed as I landed on a rock which will probably leave bruises on my ribs later.

"Sorry redhead, but I couldn't just let you get away without thanking you" Goldilocks said and I could tell that he was wearing a smirk as he said it. I was preparing the most evil death glare I could manage as I rolled out from under him, but when I saw his face and locked eyes with him my barrier faltered, then dropped.

His eyes and face did the same as mine, they locked on and we were staring into each others eyes. Emerald green on sunshine gold. He was even more stunningly attractive up close. His high cheek bones and sharp features only added to his beauty, his mouth was slightly parted in a little o. I stared into his eyes as he searched my face, looking at my eyes, lips, cheeks. My everything.

I was first to snap my gaze away, and look at his accompaniments. I first studied the girl, she was beautiful too. She had long black hair tied into a ponytail that reached her waist, high cheek bones and a small upturned nose like my own. She was far prettier than most girls I had laid eyes upon, and it made me somewhat envious of her.

Next I looked to a boy who had similar features to the girl, her brother I thought. He too had the same black hair and the same ocean blue eyes, and broad strong shoulders; they were all very beautiful people.

Finally my eyes fell to a tall, slim, Asian looking man with feline looking green eyes with large gold flecks. He had fine black hair that was neatly cut which I found surprising considering that we're living in an apocalyptic world.

I then looked up at golden boy who had already gotten up and brushed himself off. His arm was outstretched, offering to help me up with that smirk on his face. I stood up, facing the group, without taking the boys hand. I had let my defensive barrier down earlier, but they were back up again. Well, mostly.

I decided to give this unusual group a chance to explain why they pursued me, then, I would leave again.

"Well it's a little late for introductions, but I'm Jace" Jace held out his hand and this time I took it.

"Clary" I said, knowing I was going to be overjoyed and regretful that I ever met Jace Herondale and his friends.

Okay! So that was chapter one! I know its pretty slow starting but I've never written fanfiction before so give me a little chance ;) This story will contain future smut, violence and potentially rape, so if you are affected by these things please stop reading because I don't want to offend anyone :) x

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