Disclaimer: Cassandra Clare owns the characters and book series, sadly I don't.

Me: Can I own your characters and books and claim them as mine?

Cassandra: No.

Me: What if something were to happen to you?

Cassandra: Hm let me think about it...No.

Me: Fine. *Walks away sadly and starts to cry*

Chapter One

No One's POV

The full moon was shining upon four young warriors as they fought the demons that had invaded Central Park. There had to be at least a dozen of demons, and the Shadowhunters were fighting them off as fast as they could. The ice wind cleared the loose strands of Clary's hair from her face as she plunged her seraph blade into the demon's chest, killing it. Just as she was about to fight off another demon, she felt a sharp pain rise through her from the back of her neck. Her vision started to blur, and she fell to her knees. That gave the demon a chance to pounce on her. The demon then struck her in the torso, rendering her unconscious. Thinking she was dead, the demon left.

Jace had been fighting off a drevak demon when he saw his love fall to the ground. Enraged by seeing his girlfriend getting hurt, he slashes his seraph blade through the demon, killing it.

Finally, the young warriors defeated the remaining demons and they all rushed over to Clary.

"By the Angel, please still be alive," Jace begged as he gently turned Clary over onto her back.

There was a medium-sized hole in Clary's torso from where the demon had attacked her. Not only that, but there was a slash across the back of her neck. Jace takes his stele out so he could heal the wound on her torso, but found that he couldn't. It was the same for the wound on her neck.

"Poison." Was all Jace could say.

"We have to get her back to the Institute," Alec said, "fast. Isabelle, call

Magnus and tell him to meet us at the Institute."

Jace carefully picked Clary up and the warriors rushed back to the Institute. Isabelle took her phone out and called Magnus.

"Isabelle, why are you calling me when I'm asleep?" Magnus asked, half asleep.

"It's Clary," said Isabelle. "She's been hurt and none of the runes are working. Please, you have to come," she begged.

"Alright," said Magnus. "I'll be there as soon as I can."

With that, Magnus hung up and he got up from his bed, quickly throwing on a shirt. Then, he portaled to the Institute.

As soon as he arrived at the Institute, he went to the infirmary.
Clary lie on the bed in the infirmary, her face pale. In fact, her entire body was already pale. Magnus rushed over to her and he began to remove the poison from Clary's wounds.

"I've done what I can," said Magnus, "although I have do have some bad news. It seems she's slipped into a deep coma, and I don't know when she'll wake."

"I should have been there right next to her," said Jace, "but I wasn't."

"Jace, don't blame yourself," said Isabelle. "It would have happened even if you were near her."

Jace just sighed and sat down in the chair by Clary's bed.

Clary's POV

The last thing I remember was being rendered unconscious by a croucher demon. I woke up to the sun shining in my face. I sat up and found myself back in my bedroom- at least I think it was my bedroom.

Then a knock came from the door.

"Clary, are you up?"

"Yeah," I said as I got up from my bed.

"You better be dressed 'cause we have to get to school in two hours," the voice said through the door.

School? I haven't gone to school in months. The door opened, and Jonathan was standing in my doorway. I backed away from him and screamed.

"How are you still alive?!" I demand, backing into the wall. "We killed you."

"Clary what are you talking about?"

"Just stay away from me!" I shouted.

"Clary, have you gone mad?"

"No, I haven't gone mad. You killed people, and you should be dead."

"Clary, calm down," Jonathan said, coming closer to me.

"I won't calm down!" I shouted as I slid down the wall.

"Mom, Dad!" Jonathan shouted as he came to me and got onto his knees and looked at me with a pained look in his eyes.

"Jonathan what is it?" Valentine asked as he and my mom came into the room.

I just screamed again.

"Clary, shh, its okay," Jonathan said as he came and embraced me.

"Stay away from, the both of you!" I shouted again at Jonathan and Valentine, shoving Jonathan away from me.

I got up, and I ran to my bathroom- in which I surprisingly knew where it was and I slammed the door, shutting and locking it. I then started to cry.

"This can't be happening," I said. "It's a dream. I must be dreaming."

I started to pinch myself.

"Its not a dream... this is real." I slid to ground and I continued to cry.

A/N...I hope you liked this chapter. It may be short, but I don't know if it is or not.

Please review and no flames. This is my first actual TMI story.

Chapter two will be up soon.

Bye.