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Clary's pov
I sprinted through the maze, my breath coming in gasps. Wiping my red hair out of my eyes, I whirled around, taking in everything in my surroundings.
"Shit, shit, shit!!" I cursed under my breath.
I hate Valentine with a passion. He thought it would be funny to leave me in the mansion with 15 demons. Who did he think I was, superman?!!! I had eliminated all of them except one.
Suddenly, I heard a hissing sound coming behind me. I spun around faster than a normal shadowhunter, already whipping out my seraph blade and coming face to face with a ravenor demon. My seraph blade glowed as I whispered its name. Diving forward, I flipped over the demon and drove the blade into its back. Screeching so loud, you could probably hear it in China, it folded in on itself.
"Finished," I said to myself.
Sprinting to my room, I grabbed my bag pack, ready to get the hell out of Idris.
"And where do you think you're going?" A voice said from the doorway.
Knowing who it was, I didn't bother to turn around. Focusing on the portal rune that I had invented a few years back, I swiftly drew it on the ground.
"Answer me, you imbecile!" He said raising his voice.
The moment he finished his sentence, my portal began to glow. I turned around and flipped him the bird.
"I hope you know I hate you." I spat out.
He lunged towards me, trying to stop me. Not hesitating, I jumped through the portal which closed behind me before he could get through.
Looking around, I realized where I was. New York, my birth place. The extra angel blood had given me great memory. Recalling everything from when I was 5 years old, I navigated my way to main traffic, looking around. A group of kids walked past me, talking about a club called Pandemonium. Hesitating for a second, I followed them. Within a few minutes, I stood in front of a building with a glowing sign which said 'Pandemonium'. After flashing a fake ID I always kept with me for some reason, I walked into the club. Immediately, I was hit with the smell of sweat. Walking up to a bar stool, I sat down. Only one thought was going through my head as I looked around. This was the life.
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Clarissa Adele Fairchild Morgenstern, the shadowhunter (TMI Fanfic)
FanfictionI was born in New York, kidnapped by my own father at age 5, and raised in Idris. My mother never bothered to find me after my father kidnapped me. He trained me to not be one of the best, but be the best shadowhunter. I hate my father for all he's...
