Scarred For Life
Chapter 2
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8 Years Later
Clary P.O.V
Once again, I woke up shaking off the feeling of disgust and self-hatred. I got out of bed, grabbed a change of clothes and a bottle of strawberry body wash, and headed into my bathroom. As I was shampooing, my thoughts drifted to last night's dream.
I call it a dream, but really it's a nightmare, memory, and reminder all in one. It starts right after I stabbed Michael Wayland. I hear his son, Jace, yelling at me with anger and hatred deep in his voice. His promise repeats itself in my head over and over. "I'll kill you Clarissa Morgenstern! I swear on the Angel I will! I'll murder your entire family and enjoy every second of it! I promise you."
Shaking off the fear this memory causes me, I get out of the shower and wrap myself in a fluffy towel. I go into my room and change into black skinny jeans, a sparkly green tank top, and brown leather boots that come up right below my knees. I blow dry my fiery red hair and use my finger to form pretty, natural curls.
I go downstairs into the kitchen to find Luke already at the table with coffee and doughnuts. "Hey," he says sliding a coffee in front of me, "How'd you sleep?"
I smirked as I grabbed a glazed doughnut out of the box. "Do you even have to ask?"
"You're still dreaming about that night?" I nodded. "Clary. You know no one is going to hurt you anymore. The Clave declared you innocent years ago, Valentine and Jonathan have been imprisoned, and Jace is living with the Lightwoods'. He's probably forgotten all about you by now!"
I put on my best glare and focused my attention on Luke. "I murdered his father Luke! Jace will never forgive me! If we're being truthful here, I probably don't even deserve it."
Luke wrapped his arms around my shoulders and sighed. "Is it even that important if he does forgive you?" When he saw the look I gave him, he continued. "Now, now. Hear me out. You only saw him for about 10 minutes and you never talked to him. You'll never see him again! Just forget about him!"
He was starting to ease my mind a little when a knock sounded at the door. When I opened it, I was very surprised to see James Penhallow (A/N I just made up a first name, my MI books are currently on loan.) standing in front of me. "Hello, Clarissa!" He smiled warmly.
"Hi, James." I gave him a tight smile. What is the leader of the Clave doing at my house?
"Clary, it has come to our attention that you have recently finished your Shadowhunter training?" I nodded in agreement, a terrible feeling beginning to form in my stomach. "As you may know, once Shadowhunters' are fully trained, the Clave sends them wherever we need them." I nodded, the strange feeling growing larger. "Well, due to a sudden increase in demonic activity, we have decided to send you to the New York City Institute."
My stomach hit the floor. I knew, due to the fact that I did extensive research to make sure I wouldn't run into him, that Jace Wayland lives in New York City. With the Lightwoods'. In the New York City Institute.
"Is there any other place that you can possibly send her?" I whirled around to find Luke standing behind me. I hadn't even heard him walk in the room.
James just put simply, "No. Your fellow Shadowhunters in New York need your help right now. You will report to the N.Y.C Institute within the next week or you will be stripped of your marks and banished. Good day Clarissa and Lucian."
I was left gaping after Mr. Penhallow. I could feel tears start to build up behind my closed eyelids, and I started rapidly blinking, trying to force them back down. Now is not the time for tears! "I'm not going Luke. I can't go Luke! He'll recognize me! He'll recognize me and then he'll kill me!"
"Clary," Luke said softly, "You have to go. You know as well as I do that you can't disobey the Clave."
"But he'll recognize me." I protested weakly.
Luke took my hand and placed a $20 bill in it. "Go buy some hair dye. I'm going to make sure we do whatever it takes to keep you safe." Without another word, I left.
I came back home 30 minutes later with a box of dark brown hair dye. I locked myself in the bathroom and in 20 more minutes, I looked at my new hair in the mirror. It didn't look that bad, but I was going to miss my fiery red hair.
I walked out of the bathroom and went in search of Luke. I found him sitting in the living room, staring at the TV, which wasn't even on. Hearing me enter, he looked at me and said, "You're gonna need a new name."
I contemplated for a moment. "What about Rebecca Fray?" I chose Rebecca because it's the name of my best friend's, Simon, older sister, and I chose Fray because that's the name my mother used when she ran away from Valentine 10 years ago.
Luke gave me a little smile and said, "I think your mother would like that." Luke grabbed his cell phone out of his pocket and called one of his friends from his wolf pack. He ordered me a fake ID with my new name and picture on it. Then Luke and I went upstairs to pack my stuff. 3 hours and 5 bags later, I was ready to leave. After an awkward goodbye with Luke, I called Simon and told him the news.
"Hey Si."
"Hey Clare. What's going on? You sound sad."
"I'm moving to New York City."
...Silence
"Si? Are you still there?"
"Umm yeah. Are you going to tell me why?"
"The Clave came to my house today. They said that because of the increase in demon activity, I have to report there right away."
Simon is a vampire. Therefore he knows all about Shadowhunters and the Clave. Since he's my best friend, he knows all about Valentine, Michael, Jace, my brother, and the Lightwoods. So his next question made me almost break down in tears all over again.
"Wait a second. Don't they live in New York City?"
"Yep. There lies the issue."
"You're going there alone! You won't have anyone to protect you! Or anyone to watch your back! Please tell me Luke is moving with you!"
"Luke's coming down in a few months. He needs to sell the bookstore and the apartment before he can come."
"Fine. Then I'm coming with you."
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Edited: 3/19/13