2007

Isabelle couldn't believe her eyes. Clary, her Clary, didn't even look like herself. Clary was standing on the roof of the club, on the edge, grinning down at the destruction she was causing.

Instead of having black hair and red highlights, Clary had red hair with black tips. Her Runes shone silver instead of black and her cold eyes were blood red. Everything was… bloody. She had new runes, but they didn't look familiar and they were the same colour as her eyes.

Izzy didn't like it. She didn't like it one bit. Clary's eyes turned to them and a evil smile formed on her lips. "Come to save your friend? I'm afraid it's far too late." The sound was missing everything that Clary's voice usually had. And that was saying something since emotion was generally missing from her Parabatai's voice.

"What do you mean 'to late'?" Izzy snarled. "it's never too late to save a family member!"

"Oh, but it is, darling." Dark-Clary laughed. "Your friend has been changing ever since she was born. Did you not wonder why Jocelyn abandoned her eldest daughter? Or why she never felt emotions strongly, if at all?" the voice was patronizing. Izzy didn't like it. It wasn't Clary, it couldn't be. Clary wasn't a monster.

Izzy started to take a step forward but was stopped by her brother's arm shooting out to block her way. She glared at him. "We don't know everything. Let her talk, maybe it's connected to Clary somehow."

She really hated her brother sometimes. "What if it is Clary, Alec? What if a demon put a curse on her and…"

He shook his head. "Putting a curse on her would take too much work for a simple ruse."

Izzy hoped her brother was right. If he wasn't… her best friend could easily die tonight.

Her eyes snapped back to Dark-Clary's face and saw flickers of panic breaking through the cold mask. Was her sister trying to free herself from whatever hold this monster had on her?

"Ta-Ta, I have better places to be." The Fiend said, backing away from the edge and turning as if she were going hunting for someone else.

Taking a chance, Izzy shouted. "Clary! Clary, can you hear me? Whatever is happening inside you right now, we can help! We can help you fight it! We can help you destroy it!"

Dark-Clary laughed. "Have I not mentioned your friend is dead? You can't help her by playing games anymore."

Her face contracted in pain, Izzy noticed with a barely suppressed smug look.

"I think it is time for you to go." The monster grinned, flashing behind her, her brothers literally paralyzed. Their eyes widened with panic as the blade touched her neck, Izzy prepared herself to die.

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Clary felt like she was seeing everything as if it were a bad reception on a TV that was already poor quality. She dimly remembered a headache and blacking out for a few moments before waking up trapped somewhere. She wasn't sure where.

She could hear someone mocking others and when she focused her eyes there was Izzy, Jace, and Alec, standing below her, looking up at her. They looked a bit panicked, but not in a way that someone who hadn't grown up or trained with would see.

She had to help them… didn't she? Her eyes were starting to close on her again. She felt herself move and her eyes snapped open. She could hear herself mocking Izzy and couldn't understand why she would do such a thing.

She felt terror, and it excited her. Until she realised it was her Parabatai's terror that she was feeling and not some strangers.

At that revelation, her vision cleared, and feeling started to come back to her hands, if just for a moment. It was long enough to become aware of the knife pressed against Izzy's neck,prepared to slice it wide open.

She struggled to make herself drop that blade. For the first time, she had to fight for control. For the first time, being conscious hurt, and she wanted to give up. She wanted to go back to sleep, to forget this whole ordeal, but she couldn't.

The one person she knew she cared about was in danger and Clary wasn't going to be Izzy's murderer. She continued fighting, feeling slowly coming back to her. Control slowly returning.

She heard the sword drop to the floor and felt herself release Izzy. She felt herself being tackled by Jace and Alec and…

She opened her eyes, staring up at the moonlight. Guilt flowed through her at the destruction she'd caused, even if it wasn't really her who had done it.

"I'm… I… I.." she couldn't force put the words. Water filled her eyes, and to her (and her team's) shock she was crying. "I'm sorry.." she hiccuped. "I.."

She furiously whipped away the tears. She preferred to be emotionless, to not feel anything. She… almost preferred to not be in charge of her actions. Maybe she should have let the monster keep controlling her.

"I don't know… what happened. I don't… remember anything before… before threatening you, Izzy… I'm so sorry…" It was a lie. She remembered mocking them, remembered having another agenda (what it was, she didn't know) Before Izzy had become her target or choice.

"What in the fucking hell was that?" a voice she recognized from earlier that night said shakily. Simon. Is he the one who had caused her the turmoil that had resulted in her turning into a cold-blooded killer? Not that she wasn't already, but she preferred to stay within killing Downworlders who broke the Accords or Demons who had no business being in their world.

The ones she had murdered tonight… they hadn't done anything wrong. That she knew of.

"None of your business, Mundane!" Jace snapped.

"It is my business when my Be-" he cut himself off before quickly trying to backpedal, trying to pretend he hadn't been about to call her his best friend. "... when I saw Clary appear out of nowhere as a raging… murdering… whatever she was."

Almost instantly, Izzy was on Simon, holding him in a choke hold. "How do you know her name?" she hissed. "I don't remember seeing you before. I've never heard of a Mundane she called best friend, other than Simon but he's all but dead to her now."

"Izzy…" came Clary's weak voice "That is Simon… I saw… I saw him earlier tonight… he.. he knows where Jocelyn is…"

She felt weak. Like battling herself had taken too much out of her. She ignored the looks she received from her family. "Can we just… go home? I'm .. so sleepy…" her voice was drowsy.

A.N

Guess what I still don't own. *cries herself to sleep* (you guessed it. I don't OWN TMI yet) sorry if that last little bit felt somewhat rushed, I don't know how to write someone fighting themselves.