"Ugh! I hate Portals they make me feel nauseous, especially the time traveling ones" I covered my mouth to beat the urge to vomit. So far everything seemed normal. The institute wasn't blown up and there wasn't an evil leader controlling everyone's minds. I say that I haven't screwed up that bad.
"Oh really? Cause it makes me gassy" Oliver said and I shot him a weird look. "I am kidding!" He wasn't kidding.
"Everything seems as usual"
"So far—Clary is coming here. Quick! Act normal" we were standing in the same room as we were months ago before we left for Paris and ended up somewhere else. You could see Clary's red hair bouncing as she walked through the doorway. Clary looked as she did before, so I am guessing I haven't butchered her life.
"Hey Rona! You're back quick" she said in a bubbly voice. Quick? Does 5 months lost in time sound quick to her? "You must be Oliver" she continued
"Y-Yes I am. I-I have to go check on Magnus" then Oliver ran off. I am guessing "check on Magnus" means that he wanted to see if he was still alive or nothing traumatic had happened in his life.
"How is Mabelle?" She asked
"How am I supposed to know? I don't necessarily care about her well being" why was she asking about Mabelle? That was suspicious, but it might just be Clary being Clary. Always trying to keep in touch with people, no matter how annoying they really are.
"Well you should!"
"Whatever you say. I am just going to go to my room" from an early stage I learned not to argue with Clary but to nod and later dismiss her thoughts.
Alas, I was back in my room. Oh how miss thee! I missed the uncomfortable bed and the my clothes sprawled around the floor. Magnus use to say they I probably have hidden a dead body here and no one would even know about it. I didn't care because everything thing I did, I did alone. The apple cores and banana peels might gross some people out but I say it gives the room character. And all characters are supposed to be flawed. I was still in Jonathan's clothes, I should probably change. I grabbed red sweatpants and a loose T-shirt with a band logo printed on it. I pulled off the shirt I was currently wearing and my eyes popped opened as I saw a rune drawn on my collar bone.
"AHHHHHHHH!" I screamed without meaning to sound this loud
"Is everything okay?" Someone knocked on my door. I didn't answer I was too shocked by what I was seeing in the mirror. "I am coming in!"
A skinny blonde girl about my age entered my room. She was wearing a tight pink dress and a blue belt around her waist. She also had one of those puffy pink heels that look like 10 birds had to die just to make them.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I inquired
"You screamed, I took it as a distress call" she smiled. I know that sinister smile anywhere
"No I mean what are you doing in New York?"
"You know why!" She giggled
"Of course! But why don't you remind me just one more time" I didn't know why Mabelle, The Great and Awful, was standing in my room instead of being in Paris.
"We can't be apart from each other for too long"
"Why not?"
"We're Parabatai, remember?" She pushed her hair back from her neck revealing the same rune that suddenly appeared on my chest
"WHAT! That's not possible! I hate you and you hate me. Why would we be Parabatai?"
"I don't hate you, silly"
"You don't?"
"Of course not! We are best friends, we are Parabatai"
"Don't say that horrid word!"
"Which one? Parabatai or best friend?"
"Both"
"Gotcha! Best friend" she winked as she went out the door.
Of course! Why did I think that when I alter the past, it would effect everything else but me. Maybe I could break the bond. If I just kill her her—wait! No what if she "accidentally" trips down the stairs into a huge pile of dangerous weapons, just lying there out of the blue. No what are you doing Rona! You can't wish death upon people! Besides it will hurt me more than it hurts her. Maybe this won't be that bad. I could live with it as long as she doesn't come 50 ft near me. I wore the new clothes and went out my room. I got startled as Mabelle jumped out at me.
"What took you so long?" She said
"Were you standing outside my room this whole time?" I asked
"Well duh! We are Parabatais we can't be away from each other"
"I don't think that's how it works" I started walking down the hall and I could feel Mabelle's presences behind me. "Why are you following me?"
"Following you? I am just simply going wherever you're going" she smiled
"That's what following someone means!"
"We have to stay together, we are Para–"
"Stop saying that word!"
"Then what else should I say"
"Nothing at all, nothing ever again" I said under my breath. "Hey! let's play a game. Let's see how far you can go before our bond starts to get weak"
"I don't think–"
"Come on! It will be a fun game"
"If you say so" and then she started walking backwards slowly
"Farther! A little more!"
"I am already at the edge of the hallway"
I took this moment as a prime opportunity to pop the pretty question, "How do you feel about fries from Taki's?"
"Do you like them?"
"Yes"
"Then so do I"
"But that's not your opinion, you just like them because I do"
"We're best friends we are supposed to like everything the other person likes" the clingy Mabelle was worst than the snooty one. I had to do something about her.
"FARTHER!"
"I feel the tugging on the rune. What about you?"
"I feel like scratching it out with a sharp knife" I muttered
"What? I can't hear you!"
"I said nothing! I can't feel anything at all. Maybe if you turn in that hallway" she did and so I ran to get away from her.
I could hear her calling my name and so I prowled into the one place no one would expect me to be in–the kitchen. Cooking was never really my thing before, so I am hoping that it is the same in this alternate reality. I still don't know why Mabelle would be my Parabatai.
"Really Raziel! If you wanted to punish you could've made me walk on legos or could've had me stub my toe every hour" I talked to myself.
"I am sorry okay! I will gladly accept any other punishment. Hell! You can even fling knives at me–AHHHH!" I yelped as an actual knife flew at me, I ducked and it hit the wall behind me. "I didn't mean it literally!"
"Get out of my kitchen!" An old women with a Russian accent barked at me. She was wearing red lipstick and faint blue eyeshadow on her eyes. She needed a style update maybe I could help her out when she wasn't too busy trying to kill me!
"Who are you?" I investigated
"They are starting to make dumb kids here. I am Esmeralda, the cook"
"The cook?"
"Da! I do the cooking"
"Since when do we have a cook? And why is my photo framed on the wall with an huge red 'X' on it?"
"Enough chit chat! Get out of my kitchen!" She pulled the knife from the wall and waved it in my face. "GET OUT!"
"Okay! I am going" I ran out as I bumped into someone
"There you are! Have been looking all over for you" they said. I wanted to turn back because I didn't want to interact with clingy Mabelle. But i can't turn back because the old prune–Esmeralda–is trying to kill me.
"Why were you in the kitchen? you know Esmeralda hates you" she spoke again
"Why exactly does she hate me?"
"You know why! You ruined her Borscht by burning it"
"She hates me because I burned her soup!"
"She takes her Russian cuisine very seriously. Anyway what do you want to do this afternoon? I was thinking we could give each other makeovers"
I should've known that when I accidentally go back in time and change everything, it will only come back to bite me in the ass.