City of All Things Ruined - A Mortal Instruments Fan Fiction (COMPLETED)

Chapter 49

CHAPTER 49 - FLAME FOR THE BIRTH OF A NEPHILIM

CLARY
Ever since I woke up, I feel... different. Instead of feeling like I have to ask for stuff, I just want to take it. Rather than mind my temper, I feel sorry for the person who crosses my path when I’m angry.

Technically, I should have thanked Jace for what he has done for me, but at the same time, he’s been messing with my head and I’ve just about reached the end of my tether.

Until I saw him in the graveyard, I’d neither seen or heard of Jace before, but in the days I’ve spent around him, he’s ruined everything.

The way he looks at me like he’s known me for years makes me want to rip his eyes out, but the way he acts when he’s around me makes me want to run to him. When the demon Travakir shapeshifted in front of me, I’d completely expected to see Sebastian – to be honest, I would have preferred it if he did. When I saw Jace... I just had to have him.

Jace made me weak, he made me let my guard down. It’s his fault. He has, however, given me something to work towards. I’m not the kind of girl who wants a relationship – right now, I feel free, and that’s how I want to keep it. But I want Jace, I want him to fall in love with me, and then I’m going to break his heart.

Sebastian is no better.

I despise him, because something in the back of my mind says I should. I feel like he’s been controlling me all this time, playing me, and seeing Jace as the demon made me realize that I don’t care for Sebastian. Jace is my goal.

My mind at peace, I slump back into my seat, humming softly to myself. Beside me, Sebastian is staring at me, trying to figure out what I’m thinking. If only he knew.

Sebastian had suggested we take a car to our destination, because it will draw less attention, and take less effort than a portal. We rented a limo with black tinted windows, so I’m in the lap of luxury.

“Only the best for my pugnatore,” Sebastian had said earlier. Warrior. It had a nice ring to it, I’ll give him that.

As Jace pulled the car to a stop, he flicked his head backwards cautiously to look at us.
“You sure about this Clary?” He asked.

I scowled, “Shut up,” I replied, before swinging the door open and slamming it, feeling Sebastian curse behind me. Jace remained out of the car, but wheeled it down so just his golden eyes were visible.

To his right sits a girl on a park bench, and umbrella covering her skin, but a sly smirk covering her face.

I guess that’s the Maureen Simon was talking about. A lot younger than I thought, what is she, nine?

Focusing on the task in hand, I walk over to one of the large trash cans on the east side of the Institute. Hearing Sebastian behind me, I smile as I lift the lid and find a can, exactly the one Sebastian had described.

I take out the can, and open it, the strong, overpowering smell of petrol assaulting my senses, managing to calm my nerves. I look back to Sebastian, who hands me a small lighter, looking far too delicate and intricate in his large, pale hands.

Sebastian has been acting strange ever since we left the house. He’s made absolutely no suggestive innuendoes on the way here, kept his hands to himself, and didn’t make a single sound. I prefer him this way.

Walking up the steps to the Institute, I look back at Sebastian, who nods at me reassuringly, as I open the door. My heart is pounding in anticipation as I run down the halls.

I crack the lid off the petrol can and start to splash its contents against the walls, on the ground, in corners. Trailing back towards the door, I shut it, then splash more fuel on the doors, then in a puddle outside the enormous, intricately carved door.

I pull out the lighter.

This is going to be fun, I think.

The lighter feels natural in my hand, like I’ve done this a thousand times. I hear the satisfying click as the flame is revealed, and without a moments delay, I drop the lighter to the ground, and watch as the home I once knew begins to burn.

Retreating to the car, I slip inside after Sebastian, and watch as the door is eaten away by a fiery blaze, revealing hallways of never ending hell fire, burning away everything inside. The flames spread like wildfire, consuming anything in its path, roaring so loud I’m sure the whole of New York know.

Speak of the devils, a police car pulls up outside, alongside an ambulance, mundane running left right and centre, trying to put out the fire, but to no avail.

My ears prick as I head the distant sound of a male voice screaming, a scream of both pain and despair, coming from inside the sanctuary.

I spin around to Sebastian, “Who was that?”

Sebastian looked at me nervously before replying, “Just someone we needed to take care of. He was a threat to us anyways.”
For a moment, I felt a stab of pain in my heart. “Who?”
“The Daylighter,” He replied quietly.

Simon.

“What!?” I yell, shoving at Sebastain roughly.

“Hey, hey! There’s no need for that!” Sebastian yelled, his face morphing into a familiar ones: Amelia’s.
“Amelia? Where’s Sebastian?”
“He asked me to come along with you, to make you think it was him... Please, don’t tell him I told you...” Amelia trailed off, shying away from Clary as if she might hit her. Her body begged for the relief violence gave her, but she bit down the urge.

I don’t care about Simon, I assure myself.

He’s just another downwordler.

He makes me weak.

No, I remind myself, I am strong.

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This chapter is dedicated to my divergent buddy Sia :D
Sia, remember, I know that sometimes life can do "Terrible Things," but you have to do what Four says and BE BRAVE, mkay? xxxx