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I woke up in a groggy daze. Unplastering the sleep from my eyes I left behind the warmth of the bed behind me. Blood sticks the nightgown I had on to my skin. I walk blindly to the shower door and let the burning water sizzle onto my skin, letting blood seep out of my cuts and burn my bruises. I let out a subsided moan and then washed up and drowned myself in the fragrances of roses. After I got out of the shower, I looked through my drawers to find whatever would be deemed acceptable for my 'look'. I looked in the mirror to find myself in a black tank top and ripped black jeans a leather jacket over the tank, the combat boots I had on were thigh high. I smiled and focused on the last of the outfit, vibrant pink lipstick was plastered over the natural colour of lips and I wore heavy eyeliner and mascara with black eye shadow; my beautiful, vibrant and healthy red hair was made pencil straight. Would guys swoon at my looks? Yes; yep I was defiantly ready for the day.
I walked slowly down the stairs as quiet as I could so I did not wake Valentine because I knew that if I did I would have hell to pay. There was a man with white hair by the big dining table leaning there causally, not paying any attention, except he wasn't old; his eyes had a menacing gleam in them. "You're late" Jonathan said looking at his fingernails. I didn't say anything I just walked out of the mansion and swung my leg over my white mare. The joy of riding made me forget about my life- about everything, about the bruises which stung by the pressure of the wind, about the miserable school life I have; about absolutely everything. Here, on a horse I am free, I am free and weightless and nothing, like the wind.
That was until Jonathan caught up to me on his black stallion. He had a maniac gleam in his eyes and tried to grab my wrist. Tried, I thrust the reins down even harder than I had previously done before and my mare bolted. This was it, again the weightless and suspending nothingness. But that was until he stared at my wrist again and tried to snatch it, I only just dodged it. And I just put my horse to an abrupt stop. "What" I growled, an intimidating blaze in my eyes matching and mirroring his. "Listen-"he started,
"I'm listening you loathsome, insufferable bastard now go." I said with such a growling and predatory force he got his horse to back up but smiled cruelly. I knew I would pay for this later, I knew I would probably beaten unconscious for this, I knew that. But I could not stop a fire was burning in my stomach, I had found new found piece of bravery I didn't know I had.
"I'm sorry for last night." Jonathan apologized. -Wait I had to hold it up a second and replay what he had just said in my head. I took in a breath sharply, Jonathan never apologized, never. He was sincere about it, was he trying to make me like him or was he actually sorry? But then I remembered how he pushed me into the cabinet how he tried to make my mouth move in sync with his. How his hands skimmed my sides and how he made me feel dirty and so, so wrong. Tears brimming in my eyes, I fixed my eyes ahead of me, I didn't want to look at him or all my courage would disappear. "Screw your apologies." I said with such a brutal force I felt a tearing through my mouth. And with that I rode off to school, and he didn't follow me.
School how do I describe it? A hell hole, torcher chamber, concentration camp and a death sentence all put in one. I don't have many friends, only Alec, Magnus and Simon; everyone else hates me. But I'm okay with that because everyone feels intimidated by me and mostly stays away from me. I put the horse in the stables and walk into the school. It's like any other mundane school, the architecture, the things we use- everything. Except we have extra classes, extra things and longer time spent there. I mean Mundane's have a measly six hours; we have ten- from seven in the morning to five in the evening.
I walk down the hallways; glad Jonathan's gone except I know all his friends will be monitoring me, making sure I wasn't doing anything stupid. I put the textbooks and bag in my locker and slammed it to find someone staring at me from behind it. I immediately tensed but once I saw until I saw who it was I relaxed. Magnus stood in front of me; his black and glittered hair was askew and astray in different directions, his clothing was just as strange. He had sparkly green pants and a glittery tight fitted black with 1a bedazzled green vest and black converse. Although this was strange, it was quite normal for him. He beamed at him and I gave him a small lopsided smile. "Sup Magnus" I said smiling at him,
"CLARY DARLING!" He yelled pulling me into a hug, causing the other Shadowhunters around us to look at us as if we were crazy. Hey maybe we were. Magnus pulled out a flask and took a swig from it, "want some Clary?" He asked, I nodded and tried to grab it but because of my height he put it above his head.
"GIVE IT TO ME MAGNUS!" I screamed,
"No" he said plainly as if it were a fact. I shoved him into the wall and pinned his arms behind his back grabbing the flask. I shoved it in my mouth and skulled down the drink.
"Hmm" I said as if tasting it, "it's not whisky this time its Vodka isn't it." Magnus nodded solemnly.
I grinned at him before I heard what I like to call, 'bells that aware you of your death.' "Death bells" we said in union before cracking a smile at each other.
The day went uneventful as usual except for the snide comment here and there, or the glares and whispers and that part where a girl tried to punch me but I smashed her head on the desk before she could even touch me. Lunch, my favourite part of the day was finally here. The only way I can notice our table over all the others is because of the curly brown hair, the straight black hair and glittery clothing which you could spot by a mile. I had my own food because I did not trust the cafeterias. I was lost in my own thoughts when a leg, a foot knotted into mine. I couldn't do anything I stumbled but caught myself on the edge of a table. Laughter erupted from people's mouths and echoed around the room. I immediately tensed and looked at my attacker, Jace Lightwood. I got that really pissed off look on my face. The set jaw, stubborn and tense posture and eyes full of malice; which increased by two hundred percent when I felt sauce and mashed potato slid down my back as someone held my top out. The rest of the so called 'popular table' he sat at laughed. Everyone else was silent waiting for me to make my move. And I did, I lurched forward and grabbed him by the scruff of the shirt and balled his collar into my fist. I was on pure adrenaline by now; I felt it, thought it, breathed it and consumed it. I felt a Jace's fist sloppily grab at my collar pulling me closer to him, I had his legs pinned underneath mine, I had him pinned and had raised my fist. But- in two seconds flat, his legs pressed mine down and he had my arms pinned above my head, I was weak, I was useless he had me. But then time slowed down and I was in battle mode again, but this time I knew I was unstoppable. He had a weak spot and it was the same as mine, he left his stomach uncovered. I drove my knee into his stomach and it hit on the prefect angle, he doubled over in pain clutching his stomach, his knees were set perfectly on the ground.
And then I swung my fist and it landed on his mouth, the place were all those stupid pickup lines and sarcasm came from. Blood immediately spilled from his mouth and people screamed, I watched him gag on his own blood. He spat it out and rose like an avenging angel and he lunged on me previously like before. Fists flew everywhere and blood was splattered on our clothing. I don't know how long our tangled limbs tried to hurt each other but then I felt a hand on my wrist I looked up and found Alec trying to pull me off by grabbing my waist. But I was like a raging bull and Jace was the same trying to get his friends to pry his hands off him so he could hurt me. But then Magnus had my other wrist now encircling his hands around it. But I twisted, I knew I had to get to Jace- I had to. I knew I did. But then even Simon had grabbed me, Jace and I both had three people on us now and we were being hauled back to our table.
Once I was forced back into my seat and calmed down Magnus was sitting there with my other two best friends Simon and Alec. Simon had brown hair that hung in loose shags around his face; he had caramel brown, soft eyes. Alec, believe it or not was Jace's adoptive brother, Jace was adopted by his parents. We all sat around and they gaped at me as if I were something unhuman. I was a Shadowhunter so I guess I was. Alec was the first to recover, "the teachers weren't involved in this because it was over to quickly although they want to see you and Jace after school." He said, and before I could protest the bell went off.
Training was my favourite class out of all of them, we had the best projects and I was the best in the school at it. I guess that was also because of the training I had from Valentine. The room was painted black just like the gear we were training in, everyone as usual lined up in a single file and slouched against the wall. I was looking at my fingernails when the trainer came in her name was Ms Grey. She had thin brown hair that was done of in a tight bun, she had muscles despite her skinny frame and she was wearing the normal tradition of Shadowhunter gear, protective and padded pants, combat boots, a tight fitted black top and a protective leather jacket. She walked up and down the line before standing in front of all of us with a whip in her hand. "Student's" she said, although she said it quietly Ms Grey could make it more threatening than a shout. "We have a new project" everyone grumbled at that. "That involves fighting demons." Now even my attention jerked up at that.
Then the door burst open and in came Jace, he was in his uniform and was slouching as he walked over to the end of the line, which happened to be right next to me. I went ridged and tensed and he winked at me, I elbowed him in the gut. "NOW!" Ms Grey continued, eyeing me and Jace. "For this project we will pick each of you a partner based on matching skills, you will go around and hunt demons around the outskirts of Alicante. Those who can kill the most demons win." Everyone grinned at that, "although this is also a bonding exercise and we want you to get to know your partner and simple things about them. Now here are the names." And with that she placed out a scroll in front of the desk, I skimmed through it and found my name and next to it was Jace's.
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