The song is my chick bad by ludacris.

I hope you enjoy it so far, next chapter will be longer I promise.

Clary POV

My chick bad, my chick hood, my chick do stuff that your chick wishes she could.

"Come on Clary focus, get your head in this," father screamed. I let the music consume me, I closed my eyes and threw punches and flipped around, hitting some guys in the groan along the way. This was everything to my father, and to me. I needed to be the best of the best; I needed to be the toughest. My father and his cause depended on me.

I felt a blade nick my check, and felt the blood trickle down my face, and onto my neck. I shot my hand out at the attacker, disarming him, and hearing a satisfying "clink" of the dagger sword landing on the floor. I glanced around the room quickly to access the damage that I have done. There were nine men skewed in awkward positions. Nine guys, this meant that the guy in front of me was my last one. I focused on him, and only him, everything else was a blur. He looked like he favored his right leg, leaning on it, allowing it to hold most of his weight. His eye was swelling quickly; this left him with a distorted vision.

I felt aware of the eyes piercing my back; I was to put on a show for father and his guests.

The man came forward, put himself on the offensive position, so I moved to a defensive stance, blocking his every move. He was easy to read, jab, punch, kick, so it surprised me when he threw a staggering right hook that connected easily with my jaw. I stumbled under the blow but quickly recovered, ignoring the fact that my jaw was shattered; I have handled and fought under worst conditions so it was easy to ignore. We moved around, it was like a dance, each move I had perfectly calculated. I could have finished him off easy, but I liked toying with them, making them think they actually had a chance of beating me.

As I turned, I saw father making an impatient gesture that meant enough toying. I got close to the target, drew my fist back, and with lighting speed forward. The force was strong enough to send the guy backwards landing into a stone column. I saw the telltale blood coming out of his mouth, which symbolized he was finished.

I walked up to my father and dipped my head down in a sign of respect.

"Very nice Clarissa that was a very pleasant show you put on for us."

"I am glad you enjoyed it father." I responded, leaving my face emotionless, he was congratulating me on killing ten men who were probably innocent, and had a family. Family; something I longed to know what that felt like. I read in books what families were like, and I longed to be a part of one. One where I would have a loving father and mother, but I knew that I would never obtain that. I watched my father murder my mother when I was five. My mom saw the marks on my skin from my father beating me, and tried to stop him. She was naïve if she thought she could stop Valentine.

Valentine, my father was a man that was not afraid to get his hands dirty. He was a very Machiavellian man. My father would train me for hours and would use strength and endurance runes on him that way he wouldn't get tired, but he left me to do things on my own, no help from runes. "The ends justify the means," "Clary always remember that, you will never get anywhere in life if you try and rely on people."

"People are independent they are easily swayed by emotions, Clary. Never trust anyone but me. To love is to destroy, remember that Clary."

"Well then, go get ready, and come to dinner we have some important things to discuss." I nodded towards him, and without even acknowledging the guests I turned to go to leave and take a nice cold shower, and fix my jaw.

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