"And then we went to the park and it was like really awesome and, he's like so romantic and geeky and adorable and like…"

Two weeks later and they've already been on billions of dates. As you can she, she's infatuated by him and he, Simon, nearly drools every time she turns his way. I try to be encouraging. I try to smile and look nonchalant when they have their romantic moments, but every single moment rips my heart into pieces. I can't help but feel sorry for myself. I have no numbers, no job, no prospect, well at least that's what they say. We live in a small town just outside of Salt Lake City, Utah. America has been overruled by Valentine Morgenstern, originally from Idris, his influence spread out across the globe after his successful uprising. We are forced to learn about all his achievements in History. If you ask me, I hate the guy and the circle, but of course, no one wants to hear my opinion. I'm a nobody, a 0. Unclassifiable, uncontrollable and unwanted. Everything about us is controlled. They attach all our information to a wrist band we are forced to wear until we die.

Izzy's one used to say:

Occupation: Fashion Designer

Days till Soul Mate Meeting: 60 days 5hrs 50min (Or now it just says Simon Lewis)

Allocated housing: 102a Redwood

Family: Unknown, currently in the care system

Date of birth: Unknown, found by government officials, suspected age 18

Criminal Record: Clear

No-one knows Izzy's family, but I don't think that's too important, I don't know my dad either. Of course, when we look at my results, she can count herself lucky.

Occupation: Unemployable

Days till Soul mate meeting: 0.00

Allocated housing: On waiting list (currently residing at 104a Blackthorn)

Family: Mother Jocelyn Fray, father Jonathon Clark, deceased.

Date Of birth: 21st August 1991

Criminal Record: Unknown

The only information they know about me was supplied by my mother, everything should automatically be on there, but for me it didn't work. You see, anyone who takes a second glance at those will run away as fast as possible. It makes me different and in many ways dangerous. I'm harder to control and have disruptive data. My mum is doing her best to find me a job and with that, a life, but no-one will take on (what they call) an Unknown. If some data is missing, I must have altered it and if I've altered it I'm trouble and if I'm trouble….

"Clary, are you even listening to me?" Isabelle's voice penetrates my thoughts.

"Oh sorry, erm yeah?"

"Okay, then tell me, what did Simon buy me last night?"

"Uhh," I mumble incoherently.

"So, you weren't listening?"

"Sorry…"

She just rolls her eyes.

"Honestly, sometimes I feel like I'm talking to myself."

"At least Simon listens," I say.

"Yeah, well he's my soul mate, he has to," she replies smartly.

I just roll my eyes.

"Izzy!" Simon yells from across the park we've been walking in. I should've known he'd meet us here.

"Simon!" She greets the now puffed out dork who's just wasted two seconds of his life running over to us.

"Hey Clary," he says politely.

"Hi."

He points to the comic poking out of my bag "Full Metal Alchemist?"

"Yeah! It's my favorite," I say, my mood slightly lifted.

"What part are you at?"

"The really depressing part," I smile sadly.

"The dog and the professors daughter?"

"Yep, that's the one!"

"For goodness sake, it's like a geek fest in here. Are you sure we got the right soul mates?" Izzy interrupts us. We both roll our eyes.

"Just because I can appreciate some of your soul mate's hobbies doesn't mean anything," I point out.

"Yeah, but…"

"But nothing, come on lets get coffee," I say, a bit more sharply then I had intended. I lead the couple into Java Jones.

"I'll pay, what do you guys want?" The ever gallant Simon volunteers.

"Just coffee. Black- like my soul," I say, plunking myself down on the sofa.

"A cappuccino, please," Izzy says, giving him a quick peck. I try not to look too disgusted, I don't think I did a very good job. I frown and open a sugar sachet, spilling it onto the table and absent mindedly draw patterns with my finger. I ignore the others when they come and join me.

"Hey, isn't that the symbol of the Shadowhunters?" Izzy asks. I glance down to see I'd drawn the weird diamond thing that decorates their uniform. The lucky few people who are Shadowhunters become the government's right hand men. The Clave, they call all of them. The Clave are basically our police force, stamping out any sign of resistance and supposedly killing demons to protect us. I've never seen a demon or an angel, so I see no reason to believe them.

"They call it the Angelic Rune," Simon speaks up, handing me a coffee.

"Oh" I say, wiping away the symbol. I glance up to see Izzy giving him a look.

"What? I listened in class!" Simon protests.

"Those lessons were pointless. If we're mundane and die whenever runes are drawn on us, then why should we bother to learn them?" Izzy questions.

Simon shrugs. "It was interesting" He reasons. I missed most of my classes and didn't bother to learn any of it.

A loud helicopter noise can be heard overheard and we all look at each other in confusion. We've never heard a helicopter sound that close, in fact we barely ever hear them in the first place. The deep rumbling of many approaching vehicles can also be heard. My phone starts ringing and I answer it on the fifth ring.

"Clary? Clary?" My mother's frantic voice sounds through the phone.

"Yes? What's going on?"

"It's Valentine, he knows we're here!" she screeches.

"Valentine? Of course he knows we're here, he knows where everyone is! What does this have to do with him?"

"Clary, just listen. There's no time to explain. Is Isabelle with you?"

"Yes..."

"Go. Take Isabelle with you and run. Don't wait for me, they're taking the city," she says in a scarily calm voice.

"Mum?"

"GO!" I hear her last yell and then the line goes dead. I look at the others who have wide eyes.

"We need to leave. Now."

"What? Why? Where to?" They both start questioning.

"I don't know" I respond, grabbing my jacket and striding out the shop. The streets are chaos, people are being rounded up by the Clave everywhere. Everyone seems to be going in the direction of the town square, so of course, I head in the opposite direction.

"Clary!" The others call, fumbling to keep up with me. A broken up voice sounds out among speakers set up around the town.

"Calm down this is just a routine check up, we require all citizens to assemble in the town square. You have nothing to fear….unless you have something to hide," the voice says. I recognize it vaguely, but it is as if I've dreamed up the voice or it is a character in a book.

"Clary! What are you doing? We need to go to the others!" Izzy says, catching up with me.

"No we really don't," I say and continue down the empty street, hoping to get back to the apartment or something. A man steps out of the shadows in front of us and brings his gun up to my chest.

"Move and I kill you," He says, gesturing back the way we came. We have no choice but to keep moving in front of him.

"See, if you had just listened to me we wouldn't be in this situation," Izzy hisses, clearly annoyed. I scowl and keep moving forward. We reach the courtyard where countless rows of people, well all the town, are gathered in rows. They look as if they are being tested for something. A scary white haired dude that I recognise as Valentine's son is overlooking the whole process. One of the monitors makes a beeping noise and I stop moving as he is seized by some Shadow Hunters and dragged forward. I stop walking and the man behind me jabs the barrel of his gun into my back.

"Keep walking," He says.

I'm forced to wait and stand in a queue. I nervously fidget and try to look anywhere but at the front of the line which is coming closer and closer. People on either side are frantically looking for their partners, trying to find where they went. I glance around and accidentally make eye contact with Jonathan, the white haired dude. His gaze seems to pierce right through my soul, making me feel exposed. I suddenly start panicking as I remember that my inconclusive results will probably end up with my arrest. I look away and see him smirk out of the corner of my eye, his gaze doesn't leave me until I'm at the front of the queue.

The Shadowhunter at the end grabs my arm and scans my wrist band. Their eyebrows raise as they read my info. They turn and say something to one of their friends who drags me away from the queue and brandishes a stele. My heart thumps almost painfully fast inside my chest.

"You can't do that! I'll die!" I protest.

"We'll see about that." The person drags the stele onto my skin and I instantly recognize the angelic rune. I bear the pain of the sting, more terrified of the side effects. When nothing happens I look to the person in confusion.

"JONATHON!" They yell and quicker then I thought was possible, Jonathon Morgenstern is standing in front of me. I don't have time to respond before he grabs my wrist band and reads the information, his mouth twists into a smile that feels like someone has thrown a bucket of ice over me. He is about to say something when a massive explosion goes off and with an almighty crash, I'm thrown to the ground with the force. My knees scrape against the concrete and I bite my cheek to stifle my cries. Jonathon hauls me to my feet and passes me over roughly to another Shadowhunter.
He shouts orders to the guards and then leaves to try and control the panic that has ensued. I feel myself being dragged away by the arms and am thrown into the back of an open truck. I slam into the hard floor, but before the doors close I catch a glimpse of my companions to see that Isabelle is already there. With a slam, the doors are closed, shutting out all light as the truck rumbles to a start.

Oiiiii, here's another. I'll post them over time, hopefully asap. If you're confused, go read chapters 1-13 on LuminousFishy profile and then come read 14 here since its kind of all over the place right now. Sorry! Review any mistakes you see so I can fix them, I'm only barely skimming these seeing as they're LuminousFishy's original work.

Disclaimer: Cassie Clare owns TMI and LuminousFishy is the original author, I've just volunteered to adopt and finish it.

Thanks guys!(: -Emily