Hello readers out there! This is my first ever story on , I'd love to get some critique.

The idea of a hero turning evil is one of my favorites. It's already been done in so many cliché ways. For my story I'm going to do something a little different with Clary.

PLEASE READ OR YOU'LL BE CONFUSED: First, it starts after City of Glass, so all of the good guys have won. Though, I'm twisting it and making it so Valentine and Sebastian didn't die. They don't have to go through the regeneration thing either. (I don't know how, it just happened that way in this story)

Disclaimer: I do not own The Mortal Instruments. If I did, Clary would be more of a villain.

So, without further ado ... Let the chapter begin!

Have you ever been accused of something you didn't do? Perhaps people thought you stole. Maybe your parents believed that you had lied to them. I remember many times during my childhood when this has happened to me. My mother would look at me in disappointment when I told her I didn't do it. Yes, many of you know the look I'm talking about; the "I expect better from you" look that parents reserve for special occasions.

Every child has been there, but have you ever gotten that look from your friends too? From everyone you care about? I have, and let me tell you that it isn't fun. You'll look around, begging them to believe the truth. No matter how much you beg and plead with them though, they'll just give you that look.

To this day I remember that terrible look and the painful memories that come with it. Once in a while I'll see that look on a face and I'll have a flashback to that day that changed my life forever, so many years ago.

I couldn't stop thinking about it, not since it happened. One week ago, just a week, we had defeated my evil brother and father. Sebastian and Valentine were beaten by Jace and me. They would never bother us again, so we were all safe and free to relax for once in our lives.

Then, to top it all off, Jace and I were dating. He is my official boyfriend now. We've already been on a couple of dates together in Idris. They were all absolutely magical.

Did I mention that Valentine and Sebastian were defeated?

Well, anyways, I was out in the city. I had some errands that I needed to do. Most of the errands consisting of Isabelle's shopping list.

Currently I was walking around, looking for rotting meat (I don't know, ask Isabelle what she's cooking that needs it). So I was standing there and looking very lost, when suddenly a serious looking man walked up to me.

"Clarissa Fairchild?" he asked.

"That's me."

He gestured to the men behind him who moved towards me. "I'm going to need you to come with me, Council business."

I grew alarmed," What's going on?"

He wasn't paying attention to me anymore though. His focus was now on giving orders to all his men."Cuff her and bring her to the Council. If she resists sedate her."

"Yes, sir!"

They restrained me with enchanted cuffs, so I couldn't use a ruin to get me out. Then I was surrounded by guards on all sides and forced through the city. I was beginning to get worried, why did the Council want to see me as a prisoner?

When we finally arrived at the Council room, I was relieved. All of my friends and family were there with me. Whatever it is, we can all face it together.

"Clarissa Fairchild, you are brought here before the council for your trial."

"My trial? I haven't done anything wrong," I told them.

Each of them looked at me with disdain, as if I wasn't even worth their time. "You're charged with the terrible crime of treason."

The court room gasped in shock, even my friends and family. "I did no such thing!"

The Council continued on as if they hadn't heard me. "During the battle you helped a criminal escape capture. To be specific, we mean your father, Valentine Morgenstern. After your battle at the lake you willingly allowed him to leave before reinforcements arrived. Do you deny this charge?"

I looked around is disbelief, wondering if anyone believed them. How could they even think I did something like that? "Yes I do! Valentine escaped, I couldn't have stopped him!"

"Were there any witnesses? A person who can stand before the Council and tell us that you didn't help the enemy? No, because you were the only one there!"

Everyone in the room sat and thought about this while I gaped at them. Could anyone actually believe this? I tried to guess what my friends were thinking by their expressions, but I couldn't tell. I hoped that they believed me.

"Do you have anything to say in your defense?"

"Please, I didn't do it! Ask Jace, I wouldn't do something like this!"

All eyes turned to Jace and he stood. When he began to speak he looked directly at me. "Clary, how could you? Why would you betray us? Why would you betray me? I can't believe you would ask me to defend you after helping Valentine," he turned to the Council," The prisoner is guilty; there is nothing I can say in her defense." Jace sat back down as I stared at him. How could he?

The Council looked very pleased at Jace's statement. "Does the defendant have anything else to say before the Council votes?"

I looked once more at my loved ones, except for Jace who was avoiding my gaze. "Do none of you believe me? Isabelle? Mom? Luke? Magnus? Simon? Anyone? After everything I've done for you all, this is what I get in return."

Each of them remained silent and just looked at me with that look, that "I expect better from you look."

"The Council has decided upon their verdict. We find Clarissa Fairchild guilty. She is to serve a life sentence in prison. Take her away!"

I said nothing, I didn't even protest as the guards came. As they bound me and escorted me through a portal I just stared at my friends and family. The last thing I saw before I was in my prison cell was that look, that terrible look.

So now do you see why that look brings back some painful memories? I prefer not to remember that part of my past very often. It just hurts too much, and it distracts me from my work.

What's my work, you ask. You'll find out soon enough. Now we need to get back to my story.

So I had been sentenced to a life in prison. When I arrived at the prison I was given plain clothes and taken to my cell. It was decent as far as a prison usually goes. It had a toilet, a decent bed, and a desk. What more could a criminal want?

That was sarcasm in case you're wondering.

Anyway, a couple days every week a Council official came to question us. They would take you to a room and ask questions. If you weren't giving them answers they liked, then they would punish you. Sometimes it was whipping, sometimes they cut off rations. It all depended on what mood they were in. Each method was very unpleasant, I know from firsthand experience.

I had been in the prison for a few months already. None of my friends and family visited once. I didn't really expect them to, but it still would've been nice.

In the times where we weren't being questioned, or punished, we had a lot of time. Prison is actually really boring. You were stuck in a cell for hours without any entertainment. It gets old very quickly. So, I just sit on my bed and think. Often, I'll think of my old close friends and family. The more I think about them, the angrier I get. In the months I've had to think about them, my anger has festered into a flaming ball of rage. Honestly, if I ever saw them again, I'm not sure I'd be able to contain myself.

Now, I was sitting on my bed and getting very angry, when a guard approached my cell door. "They're here to question you, but it's someone new this time."

I looked away from my blank walls and sat up, mildly intrigued. This was the first exciting thing that had happened in my prison. For the time I'd been here I'd only had one interrogator. As far as I knew there was only one for all of us. So why is someone new questioning me?

"They sent them just for you, said it was a special surprise."

I gasped when I saw who they had sent. My rage began to flame again at the sight of them. I gave them an angry growl.

"Good to see you again, Isabelle Lightwood."