Hello there, my felly fanfic-lovers! I'm ClerondaleFairchace, and I have decided to post the first chapter of my first fanfic about the Mortal Instruments. Is this my first fanfiction at all, you ask? Well, no. I have written some before, and posted them somewhere else.
However. I have long been a fan of the Mortal Instruments, and have finally taken up the courage to take my own shot at it. I have decided to try and write a story on what could've happened if there hadn't been a war (Remember, the uprising still happened, so Jocelyn still took Clary into hiding, only Valentine isn't rising to power again right now.)
I will no longer keep you from reading than it takes me to write the following words: I do not own the concept of the Mortal Instruments, any of the characters, settings or situations. They belong to Cassandra Clare.
I would like to start by saying how much wished I didn't know what had happened to the guy lying motionless on the street. And how above that I wished that I hadn't been involved in it. And that I wished even more that there wasn't an indentation in the hood of my best friend's van in the form of this exact guy. And also that I wouldn't be driving that same van right now. And most of all I wished that I wasn't speeding away from the scene as fast as I could.
Before you're too quick to judge, let me explain what happened up to this point. I'll summarize it up until the point that decided my fate. Then I'll start recounting everything that happened, even the seemingly unimportant details, because I couldn't give a clear recap of what came next. I'll be doing it this way, because I'm still not that sure of what happened exactly after that point.
So it all started this afternoon, in chemistry class. I had not exactly been focused on the practical assignment we had been working on, and nearly let the entire classroom explode - I pulled the gas supply hose from the gas tap before I closed said tap, while surrounded by multiple working gas burners. An easy mistake to make when you haven't slept properly in days. It would be safe to say that my teacher had not been pleased with me. I was told to go to the principal, and that I would be serving detention in the not so distant future. As the naturally good girl that I am I followed the instructions and took off in the direction of the office of principal McKenzie.
And that's when it all went wrong. Well, not everything, but if I'd stalled my departure from classroom 1.10 for only a minute longer, it's completely possible that I wouldn't be fleeing a crime scene right now.
So anyway, with my perfect attendance I was a bit frustrated to be kicked out of class in one of the last few weeks of my high school carreer. My pace was a little bit more agitated than usual, and as I spun around the banisters a bit quicker than usual, the shoulder belt of my bag got caught on it and snapped. I should have just taken the time to gather all my stuff and go borrow a bag from the janitor: principal McKenzie knew me, liked me, and would have understood my delay. Instead I kicked my bag in frustration and left it there at the top of the stairs.
As I passed the blinded windows of one of the girls' bathrooms, I noticed that my mascara had smeared. Un-be-liev-a-ble. Some girls could apply a face completely different from their own in the morning and still look exactly the same as they went to bed, and the only kind of make-up I wore had to smear.
On a normal day I would have made a pitstop in that very bathroom and swiped off the black smear, but this day I had been tired, somewhat grumpy and my perfect attendance had been broken. The great rebel inside me told me not to care about the little smudge, and now I wished that it hadn't.
Had any of those things gone differently, then I wouldn't have seen a trio of tall, goth-looking teenagers – two boys, one blond and one blackhaired, and one blackhaired girl - sneak into the basement of our school. And had I not seen that very trio of goth-looking teenagers sneak into the basement of our school, then I wouldn't have followed them.
Now I know that they say that curiosity killed the cat, so many would say that this whole situation I am in right now is my own fault, but I always respond that satisfaction brought the cat back, and up until this point, that stance had never brought me into trouble. Exactly. Up until this point.
So far the quick introduction. From now on, I'll write this story exactly as it happened.
So I entered the basement. It was pitch-black, though I wouldn't have expected it any other way. The lighting hadn't worked properly since long before the current janitor, John, had taken up his post, and last year, the faithful lightbulbs finally went out for the last time. John hadn't bothered to replace them: hardly anyone but him and me – I liked to help him out with chores on Friday afternoons - ever descended the creaky stairs that led to the basement.
I heard the familiar buzzing of the heating installation that kept the school from freezing over in the winter, and recounting the steps I had learned to take, I crossed the small room to the door that led to the actual basement. I let my fingers graze over the door knob, and just as I was about to open the door, I stopped. I'd heard them talking.
"Do you have any last words, demon scum?" I was so busy listening carefully to the smooth voice, that it took me a few seconds to realize what it had said. Had I not been frozen yet, then I would have been at that moment.
"You can send me back all you want, angel boy," a screechy voice exclaimed, "but while all you can do is send us back, we keep coming back here, and eventually there'll be no more of you left to keep us from inhabiting this realm and feeding of it's..." I'll probably never know what the voice had been about to say, because I heard a slash, some gurgling, and then only silence.
"Damn, I really hoped..."
"We know Jace." The girl that had been accompanying the two boys said. "And it could've had it, but we'll just keep hunting them." The cool way in which she said this made my spine shiver. So calm and collected.
I heard some footsteps, and hurried to crouch behind the heating system, and no sooner had I – hopefully – completely disappeared behind it then they opened the door and came through it. I had expected to see only their faint outlines because of the small window I knew was in the room they had just been in, but the boy that entered the bioler room first carried some kind of stone that emitted a bright kind of light. I could see more than just the sharp outline of his face. He was the blond guy. His hair was not only blond, but also curly in a way that reminded me of a lion. His eyes seemed golden, but that must've been a trick of the light. The sharp angles of his cheek-bones and his jaw really set his face apart from any other guy I had seen so far. Well, that, and also the giant dagger het was carrying.
I held my breath, willed my heart to beat as softly as it possibly could, and prayed not to be discovered.I measured the time not in seconds, but in the sharp ticks the six-inch heels of the girl made on the marble floor. Just as they had reached the stairs, I let my breath go.
A mistake.
The blond boy froze on the spot, and the pair that followed him halted just in time not to bump into him.
"Anything wrong?" The blackhaired boy asked. The other guy, who – by the sound of his voice – was Jace, shook his head.
"I thought I heard something." I felt tense in my entire body, and therefore forgot to look away. Jace scanned the room, and caught my gaze. I felt my blood freeze in my veins, and I'm pretty sure that my heart skipped at least four beats. Please go away! Please! I closed my eyes, afraid to see what was coming. I had to force myself not to cry at the thought of ending the same way as the boy in the room next to this one.
An eternity seemed to have passed when I heard the door above the stairs close.
So this has been a kind of a teaser chapter, but the following chapter will be more like a scene from the book. I know this because I have already written out what exactly will happen in it, and it will appear within the day.
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With kind regards, ClerondaleFairchace
