TMI Fanfic: The Hidden Morgenstern

Chapter 1: The Mission

Raizelle PoV

"Ugh," I moaned getting out of bed. Clary and I share a bedroom and I couldn't wish for a better roommate. We were parabatai. We spent every waking moment with each other. I honestly couldn't hope for a better siblingly relationship. When I was crossing over to the bathroom, I noticed that Clary was still asleep. Silently, I begged the gods she stay asleep so that I could wake her up after my shower. I had an evil little plan for that.

Quickly, I took a shower and got dressed in a dark blue crop top with blue skinny jeans and a white denim jacket. Grinning, I grabbed my wet towel and left the bathroom. Clary was still asleep in our bedroom. I ran up to her bed, silent as a cheetah, and, not quite so silently, started wringing out my wet towel onto Clary's face and screaming like a banshee for her to wake up. When she opened her eyes they had a murderous light in them, and I bolted from the room like I had that one night I'd seen some of the shadowhunters my dad had always told me to avoid were at my heels. As I ran, I uncoiled my whip from around my wrist. When I reached the library, my father was sitting behind his desk, sorting through random files. He smiled at me with genuine happiness until he saw my own mischievous grin. "Oh no, what did you did? Should I go get a fire extinguisher or something?" He asked.

"No, but I may have angered Clary, like, a lot, and now she's coming to kill me. But since you summoned us we can't fight and we have to listen so... Yay." I said that Valentine summoned us about two seconds after Clary entered the room. I also noticed Jonathan sitting on a beanbag chair in the corner of the room.

"What? Valentine summoned us and you did THIS?! Oh, you are so dead if this isn't a mission." She says it with such intensity that a normal shadowhunter would have felt a shiver go up his or her spine. Of course, my family isn't normal and we were always threatening to kill each other.

"Heh, well, lucky for Raizelle, it is a mission." I whooped in excitement and he continued. "You two will go into Alicante and assassinate Mark Blackthorn. Simply ask around. Your mother is famous there so mention her but not me. Nobody knows you exist so use that to your advantage. Pretend you were just told by a friend that he was cute and you wanted to check him out. Get him alone. Kill him. Do you understand?" I nodded fiercely and looked at Clary, who was doing the same. "Off you go then. Good luck." Just as we were about to get ready to leave, Valentine called out. He put mental blocks on us. We left and got ready.

I sighed as I took off the outfit I'd been wearing. So much for looking cute today, I thought as I put my clothes into my black backpack I was packing for the mission. Quickly, I got dressed in pretty much the exact same clothes as before, but this time in black. I strapped a sheath to my thigh and placed in my stele. Finally, I was ready. I achieved the goth look with my makeup so the black clothes would look like my everyday clothes. I had to help Clary with her makeup but soon we were ready. We held hands and concentrated. Within seconds, we were in the woods outside Alicante. Our demonic teleporting abilities were increased by our parabatai bond, which was how we got here. We left the woods and made our way towards Alicante. We entered through the powerful force field. There was an alleyway next to us. We ducked into it so that we could formulate a plan. Almost as soon as we entered, we saw a male warlock and a male shadowhunter making out(Malec is amazing). We both mimed gagging. Soon we were doubled over laughing.

"Get a room," I yelled at them between fits of laughter.

"Why, you little," the shadowhunter said, starting towards me. Other shadowhunters entered the alleyway from the rooftops. Probably this bitches friends. My eyes widen slightly when I see Mark Blackthorn in the small group. I subtly nudge Clary and remember we can use a form of demonic communication called mindspeak.

Hey, you see him too, right?

Yeah... We can't just take him now though, so what's the plan.

Ask these guys to introduce themselves. Get to know them. Get Mark alone. Kill Mark.

Got it. "So... Do guys mind sharing your names or is that disclosed information?" Clary asked.

"Do you know how to make friends, Clary? Well, what she was trying to say is: my name is Raizelle Belcourt, though everyone calls me Rai. This is Clarissa Belcourt, though everyone calls her Clary. What are your names?"

A black-haired girl spoke up. "I'm Isabelle Lightwood. That is Jace and Alec Lightwood, my extremely annoying brothers. And that is Mark Blackthorn."

"No offense to Jace, but I think Mark has him beat in the looks department," I say. Then I add quietly, but loud enough that everyone could hear, "And the personality department too."

LE TIME SKEIEP

Three weeks later, I was Mark's girlfriend. I took he and Clary a rooftop and told him to stand on the edge and act terrified, as though he was about to be pushed off. I pretended to take a picture as Clary snuck up behind him and let out a bloodcurdling scream. Mark was startled and fell off the roof. I walked up to Clary and gave her a small, only slightly noticeable high five. But of course, Jace and his friends had come to see why they'd screamed just in time for Jace to see me give Clary a highfive. I contacted Clary.

Fighting stance. NOW!

We knocked out Jace and Isabelle, but by the time I noticed the two arrows coming towards Clary and I, it was too little too late. The arrows hit us both in the shoulder. I noticed Jace get up and pick up Clary and Alec pick up me just before darkness clouded my vision and I slipped into unconsciousness.