HEYY!!!this is chapter nine of 'lie to me' but durrr u guys should know that cuz it says it.
I'm am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO freakin' sorry for not updating soon enough....... Sorry, I wasn't on the computer for like two weeks. Sad, isn't it? Anywho.... SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO sorry!!!!! =) hope this chapter makes up for it!!!!
Okay.....soooo uhh....Disclaimer? With Malec?
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Magnus: I'm magnus
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Malec: And together we're MALEC!!!
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Magnus: The Mortal Instruments!
Alec: Cassandra Clare does!
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Alec: Owns the plot after Cit of Glass, Right?
Magnus: That's right honey!!!
[Magnus kisses Alec on the nose and Alec giggles]
Alec: oh, Magnus.
Magnus: Lets go to my house.
Alec: Okay!
Okay....so I'm going to shut up and let you read cuz I think Magnus and Alec wanna be alone right now.....
I'm so sorry for what I'm about to do.
ALL SONGS ARE ON MY PROFILE!!!
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Previously:
With that I stepped forward into the Idris hospital.
As soon as I walked through I felt the portal closing behind me.
Chapter nine: Mostly unconscious
Clary
I vaguely remembered what happened after I collapsed. What I did remember was taking a step back and just my knees giving way. And that's it. No mas. Nada.
I also remember yelling. Really harsh yelling, that made me want to cover my ears and cower in fear.
I liked sleeping – or whatever was happening. It was sort of...Peaceful. Yes, Peaceful.
Sort of.
I felt the sunlight hitting my closed eyes when I awoke from unconsciousness. I opened them and Izzy's frantic gaze met mine.
I looked around. Where exactly was I?
A hospital. I was in a hospital room. But yet, different.
The walls were white. The floors were white. The ceiling: white. The bed: white. The bedspread was white. The table and vase and rose were all white. Even the stem on the white rose was white.
Maybe this was where sick Shadow Hunters were kept. Where they were announced dead. And even possibly from The Demon of Wrath and Anger.
" Oh, my Angel! I feel so bad. I-I-I just. I just ran to Simon and left you guys. I probably caused this to happen!" Izzy cried, not-quite-yet crying. She gripped my hand and held it extremely tight.
" Its okay," I tried to reassure her but my throat was so dry I couldn't talk. And besides move my head and my wrists I couldn't move at all.
" Clary, its all my fault!" Izzy cried again.
Her fault?
Yeah right!
It was The Demon of Wrath and Anger's fault.
Not Isabelle's. Not, not her fault.
The Demon must've possessed her somehow. Could Demons do that?
Most likely not, but that was no ordinary demon its was the Demon of Wrath and Anger.
I shook my head, and tried to speak, unsuccessfully, again. Her blue eyes were tear-filled. She was genuinely sorry. But, for no apparent reason. I shook my head fiercely, she seemed unable to comprehend this action because she kept repeating this accident because she kept repeating it was all her fault, but it wasn't.
This was bound to happen the day I went to Pandemonium and was volunteered, by Alec, to be the bait.
I shook my head and tried, once again, to speak, which I was still unable to do. Argh! When could I speak again? I needed to tell her it wasn't her fault.
And if I didn't she would continue like this way for hours. I shuddered, because if I didn't make her stop I would definably get a migraine.
Isabelle must have seen me shudder, because her eyes widened.
And the next thing I knew, my whole body was quivering.
I was having some sort of a seizure.
Now I knew how it was to be unable to control myself. To have no power where there should be.
Tears ran down Izzy's face.
Izzy, who never cried. And tears were streaming down her face. Oh, poor Izzy. She shouldn't see me having a seizure. It would only make her more hysterical than she already was.
And like she needed that.
( Go to and type in The only exception – paramore listen to it until I tell you to song is on my profile.)
I was only vaguely aware when Izzy screamed liked she just escaped from an insane asylum and was running hysterically down Main Street.
I was still only vaguely aware when she stood up and screamed, " HELP!!! CLARY'S DYING!!! PLEASE HELP ME!!!"
I was dizzy when a bunch of people in white coats came bustling in and came to my rescue.
I was only aware of one pair of eyes that came in; just one.
And they were gold.
And at that very moment, I sank into unconsciousness.
Well, at least I thought I went unconscious. But it just so happens I didn't. Is that possible?
But I knew I wasn't in unconsciousness because I met gold eyes.
And they belonged to Jace.
My Jace.
His golden caramel eyes were pain filled and with a certain sadness that was very much unreadable.
I tried to keep my eyes open, but it was just so hard.
But, I knew I was fighting death, so I had to keep my eyes open and not die. If not my sake, for Jace's. Because he would just go back to using girls to hide his broken and tragic past that was scarred for life. He would be unpredictable with sadness and anger he would take it out on anyone, I knew that for the most part. He could abuse someone. Start brawls. Go insane. A drug addict. ( I mean no offense. I actually know people like this so I no how it hurts. No offense )
I just did, though I didn't know why. It was a sixth sense. Just a feeling. A knowing feeling. That this was to become of Jace, my sweet-still-broken-and-always-will-be-scarred Jace.
It was to become of him.
I felt a warm hand grab mine, and I knew it was Jace's even though my eyes were closed now. I just knew it was him.
It had to be.
Through all the yelling and screaming, I felt that hand. Just that hand.
Then, I realized if I was to die, I might as well meet his eye's one last time. Just to remember them. And if I could die like that, it would be okay.
It would be alright to die meeting his eyes and telling him I'm sorry for this to happen. For this death of mine that would provoke his dark side.
( Stop listening to the song now. You'll understand. Now listen to Sweet and Low – Augustana Its on my profile.)
I forced my opens to find...
My worst nightmare.
Jace's eyes weren't golden anymore.
They were pitch black.
Just exactly like Isabelle's when she was possessed.
Exactly, right down to the silver around the color of the eyes.
Jace, my Jace, was possessed. Just like Isabelle was.
He hissed at me and extremely pointed teeth with a forked tongue came with his black and silver eyes.
He let go of my hand and lunged at Izzy, who was unprepared. She was knocked to the ground. Jace's pointed teeth ripped out her throat.
And just like that, Izzy was dead.
Dead.
Jace did the same to my mother, Luke, Maryse, Magnus, Maia, Simon, Robert, and Alec. Every doctor and paramedic in the room.
But not Vivian. She was alive.
Jace stood by her side and then did I realize that they both had black eyes with silver around the ring.
Jace grinned devilishly and crouched. Vivian crouched as well.
I closed my eyes for a second wishing everything was the way it was before. But it was hopeless.
Jace was going to kill me.
I opened my eyes, which were tear-filled, and mouthed the words that I know would unsuccessfully change what was bound to happen.
I love you.
I continued to keep my eyes open.
I kept my eyes open when Jace lunged at me, even though I was on a hospital bed.
I continued to keep my eyes open even when Jace tore off my hands.
I continued to keep my eyes open Jace ripped open my throat and blood trickled down my body.
Jace was unreachable in this possessed state and I was dying because of it.
I never once closed my eyes until the end. Until knew there was no more to my life.
I closed my eyes thinking the last thing I would ever think;
I love you Jace, no matter what a complete idiot you are.
Truth be told, I feel like crying. I feel so sad. I am so sorry for making you do this to you guys. Really, I am.
I love you Jace, no matter what a complete idiot you are.
It hurts to do this. It does.
The songs I used in the chapters were:
The only exception: Paramore
Sweet and Low: Augustana
ALL SONGS ARE ON MY PROFILE!!!
R&R
Kristin Michelle A
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