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Isabelle.
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The accelerator pedal was pressed to floor in my rage. As I gunned it through the small town streets my fury grew. That bitch was going down. Hard.
How the fuck does she know? How could she know? How?
No one saw. We were sure. No one saw.
No one was supposed to know!
Then how does she know!
She wasn't even in the same state! We hadn't even met!
How dare she! How dare she threaten me in front of everyone! And with that! I bet she doesn't even know! She's bluffing. She has to be. She's bluffing. No one can know.
No one can know.
Who the fuck does that girl think she is. And her stupid cryptic warnings she thinks are intimidating! "Know your enemies" what kind of bullshit is that!
Destruction is nigh.
As I headed 'home' I compiled all the information I had on the red haired demon.
Clarissa Lightwood.
17 years of age.
Somewhat intelligent.
Bitchy.
Ugly.
Selfish.
This is turning into a list of things I hate about her.
Focus Isabelle. Focus. Take down Clary.
Take down Clary.
I go over all the interactions I've had with her, though few in number there have been clues. When we first met her she said to never to go in her room. Maryse had warned shortly after our arrival to never wake her up…But to wake her up; you'd have to get into her room first…
So first things first: get into her room.
Relieved that I finally had a plan of attack, no matter how simple and more than a little distracted, I take a corner too tight and clip someone's mosaic mailbox. I'm gone before anyone can glance out their window. As I round another corner I see Simon walking out of one of the middle class houses I had otherwise ignored. Easing, my stiletto clad foot on the accelerator, I call out his name through the open window.
"Simon!" I wave energetically.
His head snaps up and he meets my gaze as I come to a lazy stop in front of his driveway.
"Isabelle what are you doing here?" He asks rudely. I blink taken aback. I know we hadn't been that close lately as I had been more focussed on Merliorn and not him but is he really that small minded, that he can't see that networking is important for any of popular standing? Surely he should see that.
"Simon, I was in the neighbourhood and I thought I'd say hi!" I lie smoothly, since I have no intention of sharing that I was taking a short cut home so I can break into my adoptive sisters, his ex-best friend's room.
"I thought you'd be with your boy toy." He spat at me, I can feel the hurt on my face as I struggle to hide it. Emotions get you nowhere.
"Well next time I won't bother, you're not worth it anyway." I watch his face crumple for a moment before I gun it away from him. As I speed home, a small part of me can't help but wonder if he, like my brothers didn't like the pranks I play on Clary and that was the real reason he was acting so cold. After a few moments of self-doubt, I swallow back the hurt, toss my beautiful hair and focus on my hate for Clary. That bitch had it coming. And still does. She will pay for her sins.
v
I must admit breaking into Clary's room was not easy.
I thought Mom, Jace and Alec were going to be issues but there were nowhere to be found so I searched Mom and Dads room for the key to her door; I knew about the easily overlooked keyhole due to my previous attempts at gaining entrance to her room. I found nothing of importance in their room. Eventually I moved to Dad's study and after some lengthily investigation I found a false book balancing my father's uneven desk. Upon opening it, I found a black key on a chain; written in the otherwise blank book was 'CLARY'S ROOM SPARE'. Bingo.
That was actually easier than I thought it would be.
v
Ears' dropping for information is even easier; or so I thought.
I had been listening to the conversation in the kitchen between my mother and Jace for twenty minutes and I had learnt invaluable information. Clary was upstairs passed out from sleep deprivation and exhaustion; had been since she left the cafeteria. Apparently Jace and Alec had found her passed out in the car park. Is that a hint of concern in Jace's voice that I detect?
Who would've thought that Jace Lightwood would have a soft spot for the unloved- orphan-I'm assuming.
She'd be back on her feet in two days according Maryse; this three day fucked up sleeping pattern is apparently 'normal' for Clary and happens around once a month. Listening to the adoring tone of my mother as she talked about Orphan Annie left a sour taste in my mouth and a thick course of hurt streaming through me. Batting it back, I focus on the information they were unintentionally offering.
How that girl gets away with anything is beyond me. How she has my parents wrapped around her little finger is also beyond me.
Devil in disguise she is. As I sat crouching just outside the kitchen, out of their line of sight I was unaware that I was being watched. Scaring the shit out me; Max tapped me on the shoulder. I turned in horror expecting a row with Alec but instead stood my tiny blue eyed brother. A carbon copy of Alec, I watch as he watches me with confusion.
"Why are you listening in on Jace and Mom?" he asked frowning at me from behind his enormous Harry Potter glasses. I watched as they slid down his face. He reflexively pushed them back up.
"Because I want to hear what they're saying without them knowing." I decide to go with the truth, for someone his age, he's creepily intuitive.
"Clary says ears dropping is rude and that only sneaky people ears-drop." I scowl as I hear yet another person of my family talk about that girl in such tones.
"Now you listen to me, just because Clary says something; doesn't make it right." I try to dissuade him from taking anything that girl says as gospel. I don't want that bitch poisoning my brother.
"Yes it is." He insisted earnestly.
"No it's not." I retorted.
"Yes it it." He crossed his arms.
"No it's not."
"Yes it is." I can feel this going steadily downhill.
"No it's not."
"YES IT IS!" our voices raised and so did the consequences.
"NO IT'S NOT.
"YES IT IS!" we were unaware of our audience and I was losing my temper.
"MAX STOP LISTENING TO HER SHE IS A MANIPULATIVE BITCH WHO ISN'T EVEN YOUR SISTER!"
The yell that came from me surprised and silenced us both. I regretted it as soon as I saw Max's face crumple into tears and his tiny body shake.
"You're just jealous that Clary's a better sister than you are!" He sobbed as he turned and ran into Jace who I hadn't even noticed. He caught the shaking boy in his arms and hugged him tightly; glaring and shaking his head at me over Max's and he headed for the stairs, clutching our brother to his chest.
Maryse just looked at me the same as she always did these days. With disappointment.
"Really Isabelle? Really? When are you going accept that Clary is a part of this family. She has been acting like more of daughter than you are. When will you stop?" her voice was sad and full of her disappointment. She turned away from, shaking her head and walked off to her room leaving me as alone as I felt.
v
Eventually it got late enough for me to sneak up to Clary's lair. Everyone was asleep; the house silent except for the ticking of the grandfather clock downstairs.
At exactly twelve AM, dressed in Victoria secret silk pyjamas, key to her room in my pocket, flashlight in the other and litre bottle of water in hand; I crept up the stairs to Jace and Clary's landing. On previous recon missions I had come to know these halls well.
I tread lightly on the thick carpet beneath my bare feet as I crept towards her door with a rising feeling of excitement and anticipation.
It took no time to find the key hole; sliding the key into place as quietly as I could, I turned it in the lock, resulting in an enormous unlocking sound; disproportionate to the size of the keyhole.
I winced and waited with baited breath for any sound within or in the hallway. It would not be in my best interests to wake her or Jace up. After a few moments of listening to nothing but my racing heart and the tick tocks of the clock levels below. Cautiously I pulled the enormous door forward.
I was rewarded with an abyss of darkness. I could see nothing but a sliver of moonlight shining onto the carpet from the crack in the curtains; illuminating the binoculars lying on the patch of carpet. Weird.
Balancing the water bottle under my arm, with my other I fished in my pocket for my tiny flashlight. Once I found it, I quietly clicked it on and searched around what appeared to be a tiny anti-chamber to her room. The room gave me the creeps.
A window wall faced the street, the binoculars lay at its base. A lone hair sat against the window with a vase of what appeared to be dead roses sat on its base. This room was getting creepier and creepier. What kind of person keeps dead flowers? The arrangement though simple stained my brain, burning the image into my memory like it symbolised something I couldn't comprehend.
The splash of moonlight haunted the room, its pure whiteness contrasting with the sinister shadows.
Searching with my small light, I made out what seemed to be framed posters of bands I had never heard of. Turning in a small circle, I came to a shocked stand still staring at a portion of wall disrupted by only a door, presumably leading to the rest of Clary's room. The wall even in the dark was magnificent.
A beautiful but terrifying mural was painted on the wall. I stumbled forward in order to take a closer look.
Painted in artful mess were four people.
Two stood side by side, a red-haired woman and a white-haired man.
The woman was clutching tightly in her fist a bunch of dead roses; eerily similar to the ones in vase on the chair. She was beautiful. With hauntingly sad green eyes, that screamed for help. Her red thin lips turned down at the corners, were a trickle of blood was painted at one corner.
The man beside her looked angry. Livid. With his thick arms crossed, his hands fisted, coated in what resembled dried blood and his brow furrowed he looked malicious and foreboding. Standing beside the couple was a carbon copy of each of them.
A smaller red haired girl, unsmiling , her hands outstretched in front of her; palms covered in blood, skin white as snow, her eyes also the same shade as the women's; but void of any emotion. Towering over her was boy. Same white hair as the man, same pose. He was painted looking up at the man. Mimicking his stance. His white shirt has blood stains. His hands were also covered in blood. And the boys eyes were even darker than the mans. Void of emotion like the girl beside him, but depthless; never ending.
Swallowing back the bile that was steadily climbing up my throat, shivering and terrified from the horrifying painting before me I backed away as quickly as possible.
Turning to face the door, praying it wasn't locked, I eased it open.
v
Clary lay in her bed sleeping almost silently. I stood over her in the almost pitch black room. The walls were thick having been soundproofed. But a thin sheeting of plaster had been placed over it to allow for the black paint splattered sporadically over it. The paint was thick in places, thin in others and none existent in other places I concluded as I traced a finger along the length of wall.
Deciding that enough time had passed for procrastination, I decided to get the show on the road.
Given this plan wasn't thoroughly thought threw; I thought I was ready for anything. I was cocky, I was naïve. I was ready.
I had left the enormous entry door propped open with an enormous book that I had taken from her bookcase. I had the water bottle on the floor, uncapped and ready to go. It was simple and wasn't exactly the be all and end all of pranks to ruin her but apparently; according to Maryse Clary hates being woken up. So much so that they had stopped years ago. Obviously it's time for the real daughter to teach her a lesson. Simple but effective.
Heart beating fast, hand shaking, trying not to spill the water, I held it above her; counted ten of her tiny, almost silent breaths and tipped the bottle upside down already laughing hysterically.
I was not expecting her reaction.
I thought maybe a small scream at the very most.
I did not expect her to explode with screams. I did not expect her to start thrashing. I did not expect her to attack.
v
The moment the water hit her she was screaming and thrashing. And screaming and screaming. And thrashing and thrashing. I took an automatic step back at the sheer volume of her screams.
Blood curdling, gut wrenching, toe curling, spine shivering screams.
And she was crying and screaming. And she was clutching her head to her stomach and I could hear footsteps and lights being turned on but I was stuck in an alternate universe where all I could really hear or see was Clary screaming in the frozen beam of my flashlight. I could see her face contorted, soaked in water and her eyes scrunched shut as she shrieked and rocked back and forth in a ball.
One minute I was standing and the next I was on the ground. I couldn't find it in me to scream or to even defend myself as she attacked me, soaking me as well. My voice was stuck in my voice as she continued to scream. I felt tears that weren't my own land on my face as she hit me. And as suddenly as she was on me, she was gone and light was everywhere.
Jace stood above me trying to hold a squirming and still screaming and soaked Clary with a terrified look on his face. He was losing the battle. Her eyes were wide open now and bloodshot. She looked furious, beyond furious, incensed. Her hands were almost claws and she was fighting against Jace so hard.
"Clary?" Jace asked softly over her screams as he tried to keep a hold of her. Her screams only got louder and sadder.
I didn't see it fully but I watched in awe, as suddenly her elbow met with Jace's face and she was free. She butterfly kicked him into her bookshelf, breaking it with books raining down on him. Turning away from him and facing me, standing shell shocked by her bed she finally stopped screaming.
And for the first time in my life I saw her fully smile. A malicious, cold, terrifying smile that belonged to the painting of the girl that I saw in the anti-chamber.
Then I saw her fist right before it knocked me out.
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Massive chapter, took me two hours. Anyway; goodnight dearies, I have exam week next week so wish me good luck. Hopefully I'll update before the end of the week but we'll see. You guys are awesome! Reviews make me update faster! If any of you ever need to talk let me know, and if you have any questions pm me.
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