"I make them good girls go bad, I make them good girls go bad; You were hanging in the corner; With your five best friends; You heard that I was trouble; But you couldn't resist; I make them good girls go bad; I make them good girls go; Good girls go bad!" Jace sang slightly off-key.

"Didn't we start the last chapter with someone singing?" Jacinda asked, she was reclining on her fainting couch, reading a thick book.

"Yeah, but at least the singer was talented," EnAbyss muttered darkly. She was sitting at the breakfast bar (Since when had a breakfast bar been there anyway?) occasionally licking ketchup off her fingers.

"I sing like an angel," Jace said. "I make them good girls go bad; I make them good girls go; The good girls go bad...yeah; Good girls go bad; I was hanging in the corner with my five best friends; I thought that you were trouble; But I couldn't resist; I make them good girls go badddddd!"

"Like...Jacinda trying to sing 'When You Were Young'" EnAbyss whimpered quietly.

Said soulless ginger glared at her, "Hey!"

"Oooohhhh, I make them-" Jace belted.

"Shut the fuck up you stupid dye-job blonde ass!" EnAbyss cried.

"Omgz, EnAbyss cursing," Jacinda whispered to Jace. "It's like the apocalypse is coming closer and closer," she said again looking down at her hot pink nails. The book lay abandon on the end of the fainting couch.

Jace looked at her fingernails in horror. His face twisted and he muttered, "Shit...the world really is ending...crap." He suddenly had a bottle of vodka and a shot glass, after downing a few shots he seemed to calm down.

"Wait, where'd you get that vodka?" EnAbyss asked suspiciously. Her eyes brightened, "Is it Russian vodka?"

Jace nodded and threw back another shot.

"That's not fair! He's allowed to have vodka and I'm not?" Her face darkened, "How do you come up with these unfair restrictions, Ginger!"

"Shut up," Jacinda said simply, and returned to artfully clipping in pink hair extensions.

"I will eat you all!" EnAbyss said storming abruptly out of the room and into a cupboard.

"I'm too pretty to eat..." Jace started. "Why is she in the cupboard?" he asked, confused.

"Oh come on, think!" Jacinda said as if it were obvious.

"..." Jace stared at her confusedly. "... " Still staring "..." Staring with more confusion crossing his chiseled face "..." Silence...

"Narnia,duh" Jacinda said matter-o-factly.

***Downworlder Pandemonium***

"Meeting spot 204. Vampire quarters. Ugh. He's a vampire!" Jace whined to himself.

"Hoo ah yuu?" said a Asian, wimpy wannabe emo kid who just happened to be the guard for the small Vamp area.

"Jace. Jace **dramatic pause** Wayland, **another pause** Morganstern, **one last pause** Lightwood." He let his face twist into a look of dramatic despair.

"Yu no enter," said the guard to a still dramatic looking Jace.

"Wait...what?"

"Yu no enter," he said again.

"Why?"

"I say so."

"But..."

"Go way."

"But... I have a meeting."

"No name Jace on list, yu go now."

"No I have a note..."

"No Jace on list, I have hot sex with girlfriend now, yu go."

"No, I wont go, I was told to come here so I'm here!"

"Yu go now or I kill yu."

"Yeah right, you think your wimpy ass could beat me? Jace the amazing?" Jace said snobbishly.

"Yu Jace amazing? Yu ah blonde. No blonde beat me, yu punk ass."

"Blondes can beat anyone if their hair is as luscious as mine!"

"Yu hairw, lut-shious no make me laugh, hohohoho"

"Ima shoot yo in yo..."

"Yu shut yu mout now an go bi bi."

"Yo shut yo mouth now and go bye bye!

"Then feel da rat of mai machetes!" He pulled out a pair of machetes.

"Feel the power of this shit then!" Jace said pulling out a nine milli.

"Haaaa," they said in a unison battle cry.

(EnAbyss stood behind a curtain silently rooting on the Asian ninja)

"Just then, Jace pulled out a second gun and shot nonstop into the ninjas chest." said a random narrator. "On the chest of the ninja was a picture of Randy Jackson below it the word 'Dog'. The only markings on Jace was a newfound tattoo of Chuck Norris from a couple moments when he blacked out when he first walked into the club, and a drag queen's phone number spray painted on his chest from Sashay Shante.

"That's what yo get fer messing with me mother fucker," he said before doing unspeakable things to the body.

"Just then, a man clad in black, with dark hair and dark eyes stepped out of the room. He looked quite irritated and in need of a 'spray tan from Jesse's Spray Tan on 5th Avenue, New York City'" said the narrator obviously advertising for Jacinda and EnAbyss.

"No one ever listens to Patch, noo because your too cool for them. Yeah thats it. They just cant pay attention to you. Your upper class. Everyone likes you. Your like super cool. Patch the amazing, Patch Cipriano the great. Patch the perfect."he started laughing hysterically after the wonderful(?) conversation he had with himself.

"Hey...you're Patch right?" Jace asked the psychopath.

"Yeah but...your Jace!" he started jumping around in a circle doing what appeared to be a happy dance. He then let himself chill and stared at Jace. "I have something really important to tell you..."

***studio***

"...Wha...Why'd you stop it!" Jace exclaimed, he was staring wide-eyed and slack-jawled at the TV screen.

"'Cause we like makin' peoples suffer!" EnAbyss slurred. She had stolen Jace's Russian vodka and was drunk. Obviously. Her eyes dulled suddenly, "No one has died yet...this is a crappy chapter."

"Kill Riku, he broke the camera yesterday," Jacinda muttered darkly. "My freakin' thousand dollar camera..."

"Aww, but he's kinda cute," EnAbyss pouted. She shrugged, "Oh, well. Riku! Come!"

Riku came running into the room. "Yeah."

EnAbyss took out a semi-automatic and shot Riku.

"...Wow." Jace said, "What are we going to do with the body?"

"Wait for it," EnAbyss said.

Riku's body slowly turned transparent to the point when he had disappeared entirely.

"What was that exactly?" Jace asked.

"He's a video game character, that's standard dead body procedure," Jacinda said.

"I wish they didn't do that, I wanted to do unmentionable things to the body," EnAbyss said wistfully.

"..." Silence.

"What?" EnAbyss asked, confused. "You guys should be used to this by now, seriously."

"Yeah, we should," Jace muttered. He swiped the vodka from EnAbyss and poured it down the drain. "No more alcohol for you."

"What!" EnAbyss exclaimed in anguish, she sunk to her knees and sobbed dramatically.

Jacinda casually knocked her out with a kick in the head and mused, "We have a problem..."

"Yeah, we do, you stopped it. And I was nearly to the climax of my story!"

The soulless ginger glared at him, "We don't have a camera man now, and I'm almost out of chocolate."

"Oh, yeah, a camera man is needed for me to finish..." Jace realized.

"You just figured that out?" the ginger asked with an arched eyebrow.

"No...yes."

"Lame."

"I have an excuse-"

Stop talking. You'll just humiliate yourself more. Just say the disclaimer, mention how awesome Don's rice cakes are, and shut up.

"But I don't even like ri-"

"Do I have to repeat myself?" she asked, holding up a machete.

Jace's eyes widened and he quickly said, "Jacinda and EnterAbyss29.91 do not own anything or anyone, excluding the asian guy, EnterAbyss29.91 gets credit for him. Don's rice cakes are delicious, buy them and eat them, I do."

Jacinda smiled sweetly, "Now command them to review and say bye bye!"

"Bye bye, please review..." Jace squeaked.