Hello people, lolamay101 here! So this is my new story. It's a character I made it up and from a future perspective but it has all the characters from TMI in it. Please give it a chance! Enjoy! lolamay101

(Chapter 1)

(Ronnie's POV)

I've known that I've always been different, ever since I could talk. I've always been a little bit strange but that didn't start magnifying until I turned sixteen years old. For my whole life I've lived in a controlled environment. I've seen the same four walls, the same people, the same everything. I lived with a woman I called Mom, Mom was almost never around but when she was she wanted to see me show off what I have learned. Who I really spent my time with were her workers, I worked with a man called Horace Dearborn, he taught me to fight.

I lived in a two-story house, on the country side. I've never seen anywhere else but that house. That changed one morning. I was in the yard training by myself, Mr. Dearborn hadn't been around in a couple of days so one of Mom's other workers, Oscar, was watching me. Oscar was a dark skinned, brute of a man, who merely rolled his eyes every once in awhile so he didn't really pay me any mind. I was using my sword to practice some of my skills, Heosphorous, my blond hair was flowing through the wind. My dark eyes watched the sword as I moved back and forth.

All of a sudden, I heard Oscar gasp and fall down. I whipped around, my black eyes landing on a group of ten figures dressed in black. Their gear was a lot like mine but mine was red. They had black marks all over them like Mr. Dearborn. "You killed Oscar!" I shouted, Mom prepared me for this if this ever happened.

"Woah! She looks like…." One of the older adults said, he was tall around six foot, all of them were tall like that. The group was made up of two women and four men.

The woman was older, she had greying hair but intelligent eyes filled with concern and awe. "Call the Herondales, in the meantime sedate her!"

"Yes Consul," a man said and three of them ran at me at once. That's when my whole world went black.

I slowly opened my eyes slowly blinking in the brightness of a room. I didn't recognize this place. I had no clue where I was, but I knew everything was white around me, even my clothing. Someone had traded my red gear out for a white gown. I tried to get up, but my hands were bound with metal to the sides of the bed I was. I quickly looked around, I was in what seemed like a cell with bars and hard flooring. Next to me was a table with instruments that would probably be used to torture me, Mom taught me how to get through pain without revealing anything.

The creaking of the cell door drew my attention to a hooded man coming in. I strained against my handcuffs trying to get free to defend myself. Mom always said if I was captured by our many enemies that I couldn't show fear. I had to show that I wasn't afraid to fight.

The man took off his hood revealing his amber/golden eyes and blonde hair. He was middle age, but he seemed to be in good shape. It looked like he had worked out every day of his life with the muscles and visible callouses he had.

"Hello," he greeted me, his voice coming out smoothly and confidently.

"Let me out of here before I kill you," I snapped at him, my dark eyes narrowing at him. I wasn't about to let him torture him or hurt me.

He raised his eyebrows at me, as he took a seat on the bed. I skirted away from him, my black eyes not leaving his face. "You can call me Jace," Jace informed me, he did not break eye contact with me. "This is very overwhelming for you." He said not leaving it up for debate.

"Take me back home!" I growled at him, I had to stay focused. Mom said that captors would try to take my attention off of what was really important. "I don't care who you are as long as you take me back."

Jace sighed running a hand through his golden head of hair. "I can't do that. But I can take your cuffs off if you promise not to kill me." He said looking at my face.

My mind began to run at a million miles an hour, if he let me free I could distract him and make a run for the door. I slowly nodded my head, if he thought I was cooperating then things would go a lot faster. I would also be keeping my promise, he never said anything about escaping.

I watched as he produced a key from his gear jacket pocket and stuck it in my handcuffs. He twisted the key a few times and the first cuff popped open, he did the same thing with the second one. As soon as the second one hit the railing of the bed I was out of the bed and running. I ran to the cell door and tried to rip it open, but it wouldn't budge. I shook it angrily several times when I heard Jace get up.

"It locks from the out and inside." Jace said standing in the center of the room near the hospital bed.

I began to pace in agitation, there was nothing I could do. There's no amount of training that could get him to let me out. Not when he was in control of my situation. I was growing frustrated, I ran a hand through my pale blonde hair in frustration.

"What's your genius plan then, huh? Keep me caged here like an animal?" I snarled defensively as I paced from one end of the cell to the other.

"Only if you act like one," Jace said almost cheekily which made me glare at him in turn. "But I don't want to do that. If we can have an actual conversation, then maybe you can come out of the cell."

I snorted, I knew what he was trying to do. I wasn't about to fall for it. "I'm not stupid you know," I said looking over at him, and he looked genuinely surprised that was my response. "I know what you're trying to do. You're trying to get me to trust you so you can get information out of me and then kill me. Mom told me you would do that." I snapped at him angrily.

Jace watched me as I paced, not responding for a minute as if he was pondering what the right route would be to deal with me. "No, I want to help you. I promise you that. If I really wanted that I could have let them kill you. Luckily for you, my wife and I have a soft spot for Morgensterns."

I paused, the name was foreign to me, what does he mean by Morgensterns? I reached for the ring that was usually around my neck but it was missing. I growled in annoyance as I stopped in front of him. "I have no idea what you're talking about, my name is Ronnie. I don't have a surname."

Jace simply shook his head in almost a condescending manner. "There is so much you don't know, Ronnie." He said trying my name out on his tongue. "Those black eyes are a dead give away. You're a Morgenstern."