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Approximately three years ago….

Clarissa Morgenstern walked confidently through the dark abandoned streets of outer Brooklyn. Her hood was pulled down covering her face and her red fiery hair was concealed by a white wig. A small skinny bald man ran ahead of her like a scared little piglet weaving through the streets desperate to escape. Smirking Clarissa kicked a pebble and it rebounded off the stone building hitting her prey in the side. The man clutched his hip stumbling into an alleyway and began to slowly scale the walls wincing as he went. Clarissa followed him notching an arrow and letting it fly right into the fleeing man's shoulder. He cried out in agony and fell onto the hard concreate with a light thump. She ripped the arrow from his shoulder as he curled into a ball shielding his head.

"Please have mercy." He wailed as he got to his knees, little rocks digging into his skin.

"Mercy is for the weak." Snarled Clarissa as she whipped out her hunting knife and slit his throat with amazing speed and Precision. Clarissa stepped back and pulled out a black phone. "It's done." She said before hanging up and disappearing into the night.

Present time:

In the early hour of six -thirty in the morning Clary Fairchild, despite the events of the previous night, was up training. In the early stages of her childhood Clary had to teach herself to function on little sleep. She had made a lot of enemies in her past, not all of whom decided to play fair. Clary grunted as hit the punching bag. She had slept like a baby, having four hours of sleep and she was as hyper as a child on Easter morning.

When the clock striked seven-thirty Clary was all ready for school. She was wearing an emerald green flowing top paired with jean shorts and emerald green ballet flats. For accessories she wore gold arrow shaped studs and a golden necklace with a key charm. Her make-up was completely done in a nude look, hiding a bruise that had formed on her cheek.

"Come on Jon! We are going to be late!" Yelled Clary from the front door.

"Well if SOMEONE didn't get up late and hog the bathroom I might be running on time." Jonathan said coming down the stairs and stuffing a baguette in his mouth. If only he knew.

Clay mentally groaned as she participated in a conversation with her 'friend' Simon. Nerd was the word that summed him up. He had messy light brown hair that covered his eyes so all you could see was the frames of his glasses. He was dating her other 'friend' Isabelle lightwood, which completely baffled Clary because they were so different. Isabelle lightwood in all her glory was the schools queen bee. Isabelle had long black hair, striking blue eyes and a perfect figure that she didn't mind showing off. Sealie and Kaelie the schools bimbo's were constantly trying to take Isabelle's title but had little success. Then there was Jace. Jace Herondale was the schools bad boy and Clary's worst nightmare. Not only was he a sarcastic asshole but he practically lived in her house which made her life so much harder but her job so much easier. Everyday Clary regretted promising Will she would take care of his cousin.

He needs a mute button mused Clary as she smiled sweetly and nodded along with whatever Simon was ranting about.

"Don't you think clary?" Asked Simon stopping mid rant,

"No, I think the Huntress is better." Said Clary, her go to phrase for when she wasn't paying attention.

"What is it with you and the huntress?" Asked Simon, "The Hulk is obviously so much better."

Clary was about to call bullshit but held her tongue. Get your act together Clarissa Clary scolded herself. The bell sounded, "See you later." She said and dashed out of the room leaving Simon with an unanswered question.

Clary hatted lunch, it was the same every day of every year. Monitor the Herondale, deal with Kaelie and Sealie, try not to kill anyone, pull Maia's tongue out of Jordan's mouth, refocus on protecting the Herondale, check up on her brother, pretend to listen to Isabelle's gossip, have a one sided discussion with Simon over a comic, check the Herondale again and finally shoo everyone out of the cafeteria five minutes before the bell so they can get to class on time with a chorus of "Yes mum" from her fellow student's. Playing innocent was hard work but it was essential for her and her 'friends' protection. As much as she hated to admit it, liked these people and would shed a tear or two at their funeral.

"Hey, Clary." Said Isabelle, taking her seat at the lunch table.

"Hey, Izzy." Sais Clary looking over to the footballers and cheerleaders who swarmed around one table like bees to a hive. Herondale is still alive, what a pity. The click ofheals against the tiles echoed through the cafeteria causing Clary to groan, she did a lot of that these days.

Katie and Seelie strutted through the Cafeteria and right past Clary's table. What. That's not normal. What game are they playing?

"Is it just me, or did Katie and Seelie walk past Isabelle without creating a scene?" Asked Maia as her and Jordan took a seat.

"Maybe they have given up. New year, new them." Said Simon, planting a kiss on Isabelle's head and taking a seat next to them.

Isabelle snorted, "Not likely."

Clary hummed in agreement and stood up walking around the other side of the table to squish herself between Maia and Jordan.

"Come on Clary, lighten up." complained Jordan as his armed was pushed off his girlfriend's shoulders.

"I'm not moving." Clary said strongly.

"I'm going to go sit with the team." Jordan said and he walked off.

"I don't like it when he sits with them." Said Maia looking at Jordan who was surrounded by cheerleaders.

"He loves you." Comforted Isabelle, but Maia didn't look convinced.

"Hey, I'm going to go to class I've got a teacher I need to see." Clary said standing up.

"Is something wrong?" Asked Isabelle looking concerned.

"No, just extra credit work I'll see you later." Said Clary quickly heading towards the doors. She opened the door and looked back at the Herondale. He'll be fine for a few minutes.

Clary ran down the hallways to Isabelle's locker. What did Katie and Sealie do?

Clary quickly undid the lock, nothing. She slammed the locker shut and unlocked Maia's locker, Jordan's locker and Simon's locker, but still nothing. What did they do? She pulled out her phone and scrolled quickly through Katie and Seelie's social media but there was nothing about Isabelle. Clary suddenly looked up at her own locker. They couldn't have gotten in to it. I have extra security. She approached the locker with caution and quickly undid the double lock and jumped out of the firing line. The locker door slammed against the lockers but still nothing. The bell blared through the old speakers snapping Clary out of her crusade. She quickly grabbed her books and walked off to class.

Clary rolled her eyes as she jumped into the back of her brother's car. Of course he's here. Jace smirked at her from the passenger seat, "Miss me?"

"No." Clary answered stiffly. Where the hell is Jon?

"Not even a little?" Jace teased, feigning hurt.

If only I could t-

"Two minutes alone and neither of you are dead, I think you guys made history." Said Jon sliding into the front seat. Shirt creased at the bottom, ever so slightly swollen lips and a free period last. God damn it Jonathan!

"How was study period?" Asked Clary, a hint of venom in her voice. Control yourself.

"Good actually, Miss Kaley was helping me with my maths homework." stated Jonathan as he revered out of the parking lot. Jace snorted and looked out the window.

"What?" Clary asked Jace.

"Nothing your pretty little innocent mind should be worried about." Jace said knowingly. Pretty? Damn right. Little? I could still kill you. Innocent? If only he knew.

Jace glanced in the review mirror at Clary, an evil smirk rested on her face. It only lasted a second before it changed to a soft smile. What the hell was she thinking about?

Clary knew the minute she stepped out of the car Jace had seen her smirk. His posture was a little more aggressive than usual and his eyes didn't leave her. Take a picture it will last longer. She thought as the trio entered the kitchen.

Jonathan's phone pinged and Jace snatched it from his hands.

"What is it?" Clary inquired from her perch on the kitchen stool.

"Nothing you want to see Clary." Implied Jace with a wink. Clary knew the minute Jonathan looked at the screen it wasn't what Jace was implying. Jonathan's face hardened slightly but he managed to keep up with the lie.

"I need to call Seelie." mumbled Jonathan, dashing up to his room. Clary had only seen him run like that when there was food around.

"I have work to do." Clary said as she gathered her things and ran upstairs. Jace waited until he heard the click of Clary's door lock to run upstairs and into Jon's room.

"What happened?" Asked Jace as he entered the room.

"A small brawl between sides, nothing major." Said Jonathan, looking out the window.

"And?" Pressured Jace.

"And what?" Jonathan snapped. Jace took a step back.

"They're going after Clary next aren't they?"

"It's not confirmed, I mean it was Camllie who got the information who knows if it's true." Whispered Jonathan.

"We can get the boy's to stay with her." Suggested Jace.

"Clary will ask questions."

"So answer them."

"I'm not going to tell my sister anything, she isn't going to be wrapped up in my father's mess!" Jonathan whisper yelled, his face turning angry.

"Then Lie." Said Jace walking over the desk chair and propping his feet up on the desk.

"I'm not going to lie to my sister."

"You've been lying to her for two years." Jace pointed out, "Is another lie really going to hurt?"

"I hate lying to her."

"Well you're going to have to tonight. We got a brawl to settle."

"Jace, let's just have a break tonight." Said Jonathan sitting down on the bed and pulling out his homework. "I don't want to anger them. The less we do the better off Clary is."

"Fine, but I'm going to go check on the boy's that got injured."

"Update me when you get there and tell the others we aren't getting revenge tonight." Said Jonathan not looking up from his maths. Jace took that as a cue to leave.

Clary watched from her window as the Herondale disappeared around the corner. She walked over to her laptop, closed the live broadcast from Jonathan's room and opened another browser. The text Jonathan received minutes ago was in the middle of the screen. It was too early to leave, Jonathan and her mother would notice. Now onto her second matter of buisness, Katie and Seelie.

I am incredibly sorry to anyone who has followed this story. I posted the first Chapter in January expecting to update within a week but now it is November. Admittedly I only wrote this chapter today as I struggled with how Clary was going to act during the day. I am now into the swing of things and hope to post soon. Constructive criticism welcome and thankyou to everyone who left reviews on the last chapter. – Anastasia