City of Glass-My version~fan fiction

NOTE: The characters only know Jonathan as Sebastion. Instead of knowing that Jace and Clary are not related, they still believe they are. The characters still have similar qualities as in the book. I OWN NOTHING IN THIS FAN-FICTION! All of the characters in this fanfic are the lovely Cassandra Clare's! ENJOY!

Chapter 1

I shrieked as loud as I could, hoping my vocal cords would work properly. Sebastian leaned over me and grabbed my face, forcing me to look at him.

"Shut up." he said, as if he were talking to a disobedient dog. "No matter how much you scream, no one will hear you. Especially the mundanes: they're practically deaf when it comes to 'other-worldly things'. And don't even worry about Jace coming to rescue you: they're in Alicante, remember? " he sneered.

"Sebastian," I choked out in pain, "why are you doing this?" I nearly sobbed out, but I caught myself: I would never give him the satisfaction.

I looked up and saw the starlit sky. There was a tower- The Tower. I knew exactly where I was: Brooklyn. Kill me, already! I pleaded in my mind, Anything but this! As soon as I thought against it, he ripped off the hem of my dress, leaving it with a huge rip down the middle.

"Because," he replied with a wicked hint to his voice. "Imagine how Jace will feel when he finds out; and I'm all for a good fight- especially if I get something out of it." he explained. I didn't blame Sebastian for how he was; he never made the choice to be half demon. Although, I was against how he celebrated 'the demon in him'. 'All in favor of a good fight?' I thought, sarcastically.

My mind was foggy with panic, struggling to process the words he had twisted together to make that horrible sentence. He's planning to let me live. How does he think I'll survive this? Just then, a sharp pain shot down my legs and up my spine.

I gasped and looked down: he was in me. He plunged in me, deep and hard, but despite the situation I moaned. I was pretty sure my eyes were streaming tears, and I was sobbing- but that didn't deter him. He hit the same spot harder and harder each time, and I blacked out from the pain.

I woke up face down on the pavement, with my stele lying on top of my motionless body. There were remnants of my dress draped across me, also, but I couldn't tell where I was. I pushed myself up and looked around. My body was peppered in bluish-black bruises, and a wave of vertigo rushed through me, nearly sending me back to the pavement with a thud. My red hair was tangled with leaves and grass, and there were multiple scratches along my forearm. I was nearly conscious, the pain was so bad.

I snatched up the pieces of my dress and the stele. I thought 'Shadow Hunter', and drew the rune that came to my mind on the strip of dress like it was paper.

The dress instantly transformed into the black Shadow Hunter gear, and I could barely put it on in my agony. I was positive he'd broken a rib, because I couldn't breathe without a searing burst of pain erupting in my side. The edges of my vision were fading rapidly, I only had time to think 'Portal', drag myself into it, and...fly... Or maybe I had just lost consciousness, because I only remember waking up.

I was in a back alley, but I had no clue where- although it seemed familiar. It was late at night, maybe around 11 o'clock. I stepped forward and gasped: I had made a portal straight to Alicante! I was still in severe pain, and dangerously close to hysterics as I began to process what Sebastian had done to me. But I knew my way around from the memories that were slowly coming back.

I was three houses down from the Penhallows. All I had to do was make it there before I passed out from exhaustion and pain. As I walked, in pain, down the road, I thought about Jace's reaction- after all I wasn't even supposed to be here. But did the fact that I wasn't supposed to be here make a difference in this situation? I realized tears were streaming down my face, and that I was about to have a nervous breakdown.

As I reached the door I knocked, but something about that abrupt motion rocked me off balance, and I fell forward just as the door opened. I heard a gasp, so I looked up in pain. Did I really look that bad? My self-conscious self asked, absentmindedly. Yes. Yes, I most definitely did.

I looked up to meet their face, but I couldn't make out anything through the tears and dizziness, except an outline of a young man gasping down at me in horror, and the blackness of his hair as he reached forward to catch me from falling. Alec.

"Clary?" he breathed, too shocked to make his voice work properly. "Clary? What happened to you?" he asked, although he knew I couldn't hear him. "Isabelle!" he yelled frantically. "Come here, right now! Where's Jace?"

He dragged me inside, still carrying me, as Isabelle rushed gracefully down the stairs. "Jace isn't-" I heard her catch her breath as she caught sight of me. "What happened to her?" she shrieked. "By The Angel, Clary, who did this?"

But I was already too far under, and I blacked out.

When I woke up, I was in a room with picture windows and comfortable sheets. There were tubes with orange glittery fluids running through them, and into my arms. I sat up, and searing pains shot through my whole body. The sheet, I realized, was the only thing covering my body. I peaked under and them, and was shocked at what I saw.

My legs were bruised with finger imprints, and there were multiple scrapes on the upper part of my thigh. My arms were worse than they appeared the night before, and handprints peppered my arms. I shivered; as if I needed a reminder.

There was a mirror on the bedside table, so I leaned over- my shoulder popped- and picked it up. My lips were bruised and swollen, and there were claw marks from where Sebastian had probably grabbed too hard. My hair was a mess, and there was even a little blood in it: no wonder I was in so much pain.

I wondered how Jace had reacted. Probably not very well- in fact I could hear yelling downstairs. I moved my jaw to see if I could even talk properly, but I tasted blood so I stopped. I knew I had to get out of there, though, so I yanked out the tubes that were injecting the strange fluid, and wrapped the sheet around me.

The only problem would be getting on my feet. I stumbled in pain at first, but when I spotted my stele and the Shadow Hunter gear, I used the bed as leverage to push myself towards it. My rib still felt broken, and I dreaded the steps i would have to go down. I could still hear yelling, so I hurried to put the clothes on.

After getting on the clothes, I grabbed my stele and performed a healing rune. It didn't work; the wounds must have been demon inflicted. I instead created a 'concealing' rune, that lessened the appearance of most of the wounds, and even made some disappear- but that didn't lessen the pain at all. At least my face appeared to be close to perfection.

I still felt horrible, and as soon as I reached the door, the arguing stopped. I froze, but then the voices began once more. I inched the door open slowly, and peaked my head out. The coast was clear, so I stepped out and painfully turned the corner to reach the stairs. I was thankful that there were railings, and clutched on to them.

I could make out the conversation now. Alec was saying something along the lines of 'She should stay here, she's still weak.' and Isabelle responded with something like 'Well, we can't just ship her away, now can we? Especially after what happened.'

"What did happen?" Alec asked. I could tell Isabelle didn't have a response to that, because there was silence. Good, they still hadn't guessed. I thought, but then reconsidered. When they saw me heading for the door they'd be sure to ask, and I would have to explain

"What do you think we should do, Jace?" Isabelle asked him.

My heart beat painfully for a moment, and then I realized that they must have asked him a question similar to that a while ago when there was silence.

"I'm...not sure..." he said. He sounded weary, worried and angry- no: past angry. He was trying to contain his voice, I could tell, so he wouldn't alarm the others.

I was on the last step now, and I didn't know how this would turn out. I walked out from behind the shelter of the wall, and there was silence. I risked a glance at them: Jace was looking down, conflicted- should he be angry, or sympathetic? Alec just stared, but his eyes were concerned. And Isabelle had her hand cupped over her mouth, about to blurt something out.

"Clary, what are you doing out? How are you feeling?" she got up to help me back upstairs, but if she touched me I knew for sure that I would faint.

"I'm fine," I said, but my voice came out as a soft whisper that belonged to a frightened child. Jace looked up at my tone of voice, or maybe it was what I said.

"Clary, you're not fine." he said with unsure finality, taking in my appearance. "You need to go back upstairs."

"I look fine, don't I? I sound fine?" I said with a challenge. My voice still came out as a whisper, but it was a determined one. Jace could tell.

"Fine, then, so if I patted your back and escorted you to the door, you wouldn't be in pain?" I flinched at the thought of him touching me- at the thought of anyone touching me. "Don't touch me." I warned.

"Exactly. Now stop being stubborn, Clary, and go back upstairs." he pleaded with me. I dreaded the thought of walking up the stairs instead of simply down. I was in enough pain as it was.

Just as Jace stood up to prove his point, a silhouette walked by on the sidewalk. This wouldn't have ordinarily frightened me, but through the window I recognized the person- Sebastion. I must have gasped, or made an unconscious movement away from the front door, because Izzy, Alec, and Jace stared in the same direction as me.

I started to reach towards my stele when Sebastion's silhouette changed into one more slender. The doorbell rang as I ducked in a nearby corner: I would never make it up the stairs in time. I paled. Jace stood motionless, still puzzled by my reaction, as Alec walked cautiously to the door.

As he opened the door, I was shocked to see it was Simon...only...different. His eyes were a more solid black than the Simon I knew. Also the way he held himself was as if he were superior to us, rather than a downworlder.

"Oh Simon!" Izzy yelled as she leaped into his arms.

"Izzy." he said plainly as he stiffened and pushed her away.

This was not the Simon I knew...This was an impostor in a friends body. Though nobody else could see it at that moment, I knew who he was, and what he wanted.

Revenge.