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the mortal instruments - clary fray

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[ The memory starts with the crystal impression of a long-scaled creature with too many eyes crouched against someone's living room floor. It's legs ( like a monstrous centipede ) twitch as it breathes and it's eyes blink before settling on the girl who is unmistakably Clary. Her red hair is damp and plastered to her skin, her eyes wide and horrified and when the creature moves, so does she, twisting and falling to the floor. It misses her by an inch, claws extended and she scrambles to her feet to fling herself out into the hall. The creature lands just above the door in front of her, venom dripping from it's jaws and it's voice a high, hissing sound. ]

Girl. Flesh. Blood. To eat. Oh, to eat.

[ Slithering towards her, the demon looks like something pulled straight out of a nightmare but Clary doesn't make a sound anymore, doesn't whimper as she lifts a heavy photo frame of her mother and Luke, just closes her eyes against the terror and flings it straight at it. It bounces off and shatters and she loses all hope. ] Bones to crunch, to suck out the marrow, to drink the veins.

[ There's something else in her hand now, something that doesn't belong to her, something that pulses and her fingers tighten around it as the creature lunges a second time, knocking her down and dragging its impossibly cruel body over hers. It's face is inches from hers and she grimaces, bites back a whimper. ] To eat, to eat. But it is not allowed to swallow, to savor. Valentine will never know, he said nothing about a girl, Valentine will not be angry.

[ In what could be her only chance she takes the Sensor and rams it deep in the creatures mouth, hot burning drool coating her skin so that she screams in one painfilled note. But it's clawing at its throat and she shifts, climbs to her knees. It's tail comes down as it twitches, strikes her in the back of her head as she tries to crawl away and everything goes black.

Moments later the scene shifts and she is outside, Jace bending over her. He looks - worried - but Clary doesn't notice beyond the pain in her body. ] Don't move.

[ She ignores him, turns her head and bites back a whimper at the agony now filling her.] I told you not to move. [ Jace's voice is a hiss, urgent and quiet, and she sucks back the cry in her throat. ] That Ravenor demon got you in the back of the neck. It was half-dead so it wasn't that much of a sting, but we have to get you to the institute. Hold still.

-- But it talked.

You've heard a demon talk before.

[ Jace is gentle as he ties something to the back of her neck and the memory fades a little once more, as though with the relief of pain so goes it. The minute it starts up again, Clary's arm is in his hand and he is holding on to something sharp and silver, something like a blade but not at the same time. She tries to pull back but he's stronger, holds her still as he traces a design into her skin, lets it leak into her black and strong. ]

-- What's that supposed to do?

It'll hide you. Temporarily. My stele.

[ But Clary doesn't hear the rest, her legs go out from underneath her with his name caught in her throat. ]

( ooc: Miss fray has been hit with memory theatre. It's from a very early scene in City of Bones so it's not spoilering anything too badly. She doesn't know it's gone up so feel free to break the news. )

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I've got so much more respect for you both after today. You might want to check the network, though.

[ She's pinning her hair up when Mae contacts her, a smile crossing her face immediately because it's y'know, Mae. But she does lift the device to scroll through and ... ]

Oh.

[It's been months now, months of living together and escaping danger together and all that stuff; right now, she doesn't like the way Clary's smile disappears. It's a very strong reaction.]

I'm sorry. You want to do something to keep you distracted from this?

Is there a way I can get it off the network?

[ The cold in her veins feels like it runs too deep. Hearing the Ravenor demon say Valentines name again is the worst part - all she can see is Jace laying too still on a beach and the wish beating in her heart and he's not here right now, not close enough that Clary can make sure he's all right. ]

Usually never is, no. Not with these curses.

[ There's a moment where she genuinely looks ready to cry before it flickers away, steel replacing the pain. Valentine is dead, he can't hurt her, and neither can that demon. She killed it and she's learning and Jace is in the City and he's safe. ]

Sorry, you shouldn't have had to see that - I ... [ Tugging her hair into a rough ponytail now. ] Wow. I didn't know the City could do that.

[That apology makes Mae close her mouth, lips pressed into a thin line. Apologizing in itself shouldn't have to happen, because to her knowledge Clary did nothing wrong. These curses are never intentional revelations about the other people in the City - she keeps thinking and dreading that one day she'll have to relive her mother's death on dolby surround while the City watches, and it twists up her insides - and while Mae is guilty of having watched it all, the only one who should say sorry should be her.

She disregards her device and chooses to walk over to Clary's room, stepping in - without knocking, for once - and simply pulling her into a hug.]

[ She buries her face into Mae's shoulder immediately, hugging her back for a long moment. It's good that she has her, Clary thinks, good because she could really do with a friend at a time like this. ( Simon would joke about it until she felt better, Jace would probably take her training to help punch her feelings out. ) ]

Wow, you must think I'm a mess.

Absolutely not. [Sometimes you need to hug your feelings out, and to feel safe. She remembers her last hug back in her world, nowhere near fixing her problems but doing a trick anyway. Hopefully this will, too.]

Like I said, so much respect for you guys. The demons I'm used to don't look like that.

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