THE TRUTH
I was close behind Clary as she ran towards our home and I caught up to her just as she made to run up the stairs. When we got inside the place was a mess, there was furniture everywhere, the door was off its hinges and our belongings were strewn all over the floor. We stepped further into the house and we froze when we saw a dog who growled at us. We both ran in to the bathroom and closed the door on the dog keeping it inside the bathroom, although it wasn't really much of a door. But the dog started to change and its head came apart and it had slimy limbs. It truly was a monstrous sight, I was terrified, and I wasn't expecting to have to deal with this. I now knew that the guy was right; there was a whole world that existed alongside the world we knew. We ran out into the kitchen to get away from the demon dog thing or whatever its name was. I turned on the stove and Clary grabbed flammable cans from under the stove and she poured oil all over the stove and the floor. The demon dog slid and jumped its way into the kitchen and Clary hid behind the pantry door, while I hid in the next room. It seemed the demon dog didn't know I was there because its attention was completely on Clary. She lit the oil on the floor and then the stove exploded, causing the demon dog to explode with it, but it wasn't going to die easily, the slime started moving together and the demon dog reformed. I quickly got up and moved, grabbing Clary and pulling her out of the kitchen, but she fell backwards and as the demon dog made to jump on her it suddenly vanished. I looked up and saw the guy from earlier standing over the place the demon dog was with a strange dagger in his hand, although I gathered that wasn't what it was called. Clary moved over to a tiny blob of slime and started stamping on it, until the guy pulled her to him and hugged her. Oh, how I wished I could cry and have someone hold me and comfort me, but I was the older brother and I had to stay strong for Clary. "What was that?" Clary asked as she moved away from the guy. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you," the guy said. "Try me," Clary said. "It was a demon and that thing at the club was also a demon," the guy said as he slowly approached her. I believed him, how could I not after everything that has happened. I was terrified and I just wanted to curl up in a ball and cry, but that just wasn't possible, I knew I had to save that for after we found our mother. "Your right I don't believe you," Clary said. Typical Clary, everything that had happened indicated he was telling the truth, but she still didn't believe him. "I believe you," I said. The guy turned to me and smiled and for the first time since I'd met him he directly addressed me. "Your Nathaniel Fray aren't you, Clary's older twin brother," he said. "Yes I am, but call me Nate," I said. He nodded his head and then he turned his attention back to Clary. "You can't trust anyone," the guy said warningly. "So why should I trust you?" Clary asked as she made her way towards the front door, although there was no longer a door. "Because I just saved your life," he said. I chuckled and placed my hand on his shoulder and he turned his head to look at me. "She'll come around, she's just really confused and scared, we just lost our mother and we were attacked by a demon," I said. "You seem more inclined to believe me, why is that?" he asked. "I have more of an imagination than Clary, plus I have a genius level intellect and a photographic memory, I'm able to piece everything together in a way Clary can't," I said. He nodded his and I removed my hand from his shoulder, before we both followed Clary downstairs. Clary made her way over to Madame Dorothea's door and banged on it and she opened the door almost immediately. "Dorothea, do you know what happened to our mum?" Clary asked. I saw her look between Clary and I before she looked directly at the guy that was with us. "Wait you can see him?" Clary asked. "Of course she can, she's a witch," the guy said. "I'm sorry I can't help you," Dorothea said. She moved to close the door but Clary stopped her and barged into the small apartment. "Downgraded from a gingerbread house to a one bedroom?" the guy asked. Dorothea shot the guy a dark look. "If you were half as funny as you thought you were, my boy, you'd be twice as funny as you are," she said. "Please Dorothea," Clary said. Dorothea went through the bead barrier into the next room and then she walked back in with tarot cards. Oh, this was really going to go down well with Clary. "Come over here," Dorothea said. She spread the tarot cards on the table and waited for Clary to go over to her. "Oh, Dorothea you know I don't believe in that - ," Clary said. "Sit," Dorothea said. Clary sat down, but I could see she was unamused; she really needed to go along with it though. "My mum painted these," Clary said. I leaned over her shoulder and saw that our mother did indeed paint the cards. "They were a gift, now run your hand over the cards," Dorothea said. Clary ran her hand over the cards and as her hand moved over one of them it stuck to her hand. She turned it over and it was a cup. The guy, who had been looking around the apartment walked over. "The mortal cup," he said. "Don't listen to him," Dorothea said. "That's one of the mortal instruments of my people, what is it doing here?" he asked. Dorothea then stood up and moved to sit next to Clary. "I don't understand what any of this has to do with our mum," Clary said. "Your mother was a shadowhunter…Like him," she said, motioning her head towards the guy. "Like the both of you." "No our mum was an artist," Clary said. She was clearly in denial, but I believed Dorothea, I mean it explained everything that was going on, as well as the scars our mother had on her back and arms. "Let me read you," she said. She grabbed Clary's head and moved it backwards, I don't know what she saw, but she let go of Clary's head and there was a frown on her face. "Nate sit down and let me read you," she said. I moved over and sat down next to her. She grabbed my head and did the same thing she did to Clary. I saw brief flashes of memory, but nothing substantial. She pulled away and stood up and walked towards the door, opening it for us. "There's a block on your minds, clearly your mother hired someone powerful to protect you both," she said. The three of us walked out of the apartment and turned back towards Dorothea. "Protect us from what?" Clary asked. "Your memories," she replied. "But I don't remember anything that she would want me to forget," Clary said. "I do," I said.