The day Clary came back

by esra.d.e

Clary had been taken away by Valentine at the age of 6. Ten years later, she has officially turned into a killing machine that can shock anyone in her wake. When she hears about Valentine's plans, she tries to tell the Lightwoods and Jocelyn. Will they trust her and protect her, or will they kick her to the curb and make her fight by herself? ALL HUMAN. PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!

3. Chapter 3

Chapter 3: This is why you need to stay away from me

Wow guys so many reviews! Thankyou to everyone that read this fan fiction and reviewed it. It really means a lot. I realised that chapter 2 didn't have any paragraphs so it must have been hard to read. Sorry about that. And yes, there will be CLACE, but I still don't know when. Anyways, here is the story! I hope you enjoy it and please review. ( It's actually pretty short so I will update really soon)

CLARY POV

I had my swords in an x shape, ready to block anything that tried to injure me. I was so sick and tired of having to fight. And especially these type of men (or warriors). You see, Valentine had a body guard for every kind of mood, if he was angry he would send the worst kind of people to injure me the most. And these were those guys. Before they could reach me, I jumped up on a table and did a double backflip (I may as well show off my skills a bit). Before I could move I heard the click of a gun and turned around to see that they were both staring straight at me with 2 pistols per person. "We aren't here to fight, Clarissa." One of the thugs said.

I shuddered at the use of my full name. They saw my reaction, and grinned even more. "Valentine just told us to tell you this message. You can spend the next few weeks with your beloved family, but on your birthday, expect your last and biggest surprise". And with that they started to walk away. For a moment I thought that they weren't actually going to hurt me, but obviously I was wrong. A step before the whole thing would be over, they both simultaneously shot me in the leg. Two bullets per leg. That was gonna take a while to heal. They expected me to fall, but I kept my calm face on and smiled at them. "It's very hard to knock my down. You should know that by now." I said, giving them the fakest smile I could. Still in shock, they walked away.

The instant they left, I collapsed on the table. My legs were dripping in blood, and I was losing consciousness. The only thing I could see properly was my mother, in front of me, frantically shouting at me to stay awake. I pressed a vial in her hands and whispered in her ear, "Pour this over the wounds. It'll heal them quickly, but I'll feel way too much pain to stay conscious." She looked at me for a minute, and then down at the vial. Her eyes opened super wide and she shouted, "No Clary, you can't use this. NO there must be another way!" I smiled weakly at her, and waited for the pain to come. She looked at me one last time, and with her eyes closed, she poured a few drops on each wound. All I could remember from that point on was the screams that were ripping my voice chords into shreds…. And then darkness.