Break

Me: Helloooooo everybody! Welcome back. I'm finally out of my little shell and decided to write once again. You can all thank Rowenn (an anonymous reviewer), a no-namer and Purpleater for reviews that made me feel like you still care for me. On the other hand…

Jace&Clary: Peter…

Me: …And on that note… ZOOOM! I'M OFF! BYE!

Everyone else: GET BACK HERE YOU RETARDED SLACKER!

Me: AWWWWW, GIVE ME A BREAK!

Everyone else *EXTREMELY LOUD* YOU HAD ONE LONG ENOUGH!

L: Everybody, I'm back also on the whim of this idiot. Please read the little story underneath this little….commotion and please give us feedback!

Me: *Screaming* PLEASE NOTE THAT THERE ARE MATURE AND DARK-ISH CONTENTS IN THIS CHAPPIE! AHH! NOT MY LEG!

CPOV

Pandemonium was aptly named, even in the lineup. Teenagers of all ages were running around and bouncing up and down the roof. Those standing calmly were either under the inspection of the bouncers or smoking…whatever the hell they were smoking.

Jace grasped my arm and growled at everyone who tried to look at me, bar our friends and family that is. Aline was flirting with each and every one of the girls, straight or what-not. Alec stood with Magnus, smiling and blushing as they held hands.

I smiled at the cute scene and looked to Jace.

He raised an blond eyebrow at me (I CAN NEVER DO THAT! Stupid bastard for taunting me with that…), "You seem happy."

I gave a toothy grin, "Well let's see, I got my boyfriend back, along with several girlfriends with…many meanings behind that. Magnus slightly got over the mishap years ago, and I also have the most brilliant friends of all times. What's not to like?"

Jace growled, "Izzy better only be a friend or angel knows what I'll do to her."

"When did I say Izzy?" I asked innocently and then smirked, "Are you having naughty thoughts about your sis?"

Jace paled remarkably. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he was a vampire.

"Uh uh, nope, no way, no chance, that's just gross, absolutely vile, and my sister too!" Jace denied with his arms crossed in an X shape.

I simply smiled as we went into the club once the bouncers admitted us.

SPOV

Clary, I got to say, is one amazing girl. Hitting it off with almost everyone at school is one thing but taming the dangerous Jace Herondale and practically flipping off George Murdock "The Player Prick" is an entirely different thing. Comparable to Luke Skywalker actually.

It's always the nice girls that get corrupted so utterly that Jace could actually develop a relationship with. Then I imagine a female Jace.

A shiver ran up my spine; it wasn't good.

"Simon, why are you shivering? You don't have a cold do you?" Izzy asked, a light frown marring her beautiful complexion.

"Never thought you cared." I quipped back, smiling.

Izzy simply punched my arm, but I shouldn't say 'simply' as my right arm is going to smart for the next year and half. What's with girls and their punches?

"Ass."

"I know you like mine."

Izzy gave a werid look. Then I realized what I have just said.

Oh. Oh god. OH my god. Oh my brilliant Jewish angel god I have just mimicked Jace Herondale the amazing-used-to-be-emo-but-no-longer-because-his-girlfriend-who-he-shares-a-deep-connection-to-is-back-and-slightly-player-ish-idiot.

I screamed, not manly by the way, but a shrill, piercing, horrified scream. Using Jace Herondale's mannerisms is not a feat worth a manly cry.

JPOV

Some girl screamed. Probably got a drink spilt on her or saw her boyfriend cheating on her. Oh well, not my problem, though it feels like someone is walking all over my grave.

I guided Clary to the not-really bar where the barman who was probably just older than me asked, "What would you like to drink miss?"

Clary gave a slight smile at the barman, " Well…could I please have some coke?"

"Right-o! And you sir?"

"Same."

He inclined his head as per the 'Bible for All Males' dictates towards me. I remember she had a conversation with me about that once. It was actually quite funny listening and seeing her rant so passionately about man and their quote-unquote, "Weird obsession with acknowledgement and slangs and speech format."

On another note, the Pandemonium is quite aptly named. The DJ was mixing some modern songs made by overpaid pop idols. That brings back found memories I managed to recover.

Clary was listening to K-Pop and fell instantly in love into them. I remember that I mocked pain when she said she may just prefer then over classical music. Bollocks I say! And I am not British! Then she started another rant about how I am falling into the dark path of modern auto-tuned garbage that is infecting young minds, repeating the same chords, and denying the world of new and artistic music. When I retorted she was listening to the same thing but just in a different language and Beethoven didn't have auto tune in the eighteenth century, she wisely shut up. One of the four times I have done so.

On a totally unrelated note to that, she gave me an evil glare every time she saw me for a week and gave me the cold shoulders.

Izzy and Simon 'the Pale' appeared on the dance stage, practically grinding into vampire-boy who had his hands on her hip. I growled and thought, 'Those hands better stay there or further away from her or they are gone.'

Clary gave one of her confused looks after she finished her drink. Then she grinned evilly and purred, "Well Jace…do you and to dance or what?"

Her fingers danced over my arm, rising goose bumps and another part of my anatomy, "Tease…" I half groaned-half-snarled.

Then her hands grabbed my arm and forcibly took me to the dance floor.

I can honestly say that the song 'Hips don't lie' is true.

CPOV

EMERGENCY!

Oh angels I need to go!

"Jace!"

"What?"

The dance floor cleared a bit as the DJ decided to take a short break. The students all around decided to socialize. This was when I was hit by that sudden feeling of loss of bladder control.

"BATHROOM!" I yell-whispered. The expression of confusion, which turned to comprehension, which changed to disbelief, then laughter miffed me a bit, "JACE!"

"Alright, stop whining. I'll just sit by the bar for the next couple of minutes. Wait, you don't need me to hold your hand and lead you there do you?" the bastard smirked.

I simply growled at the asshat and stormed – well as much as one can storm with crossed legs – and ran into the slightly brighter but still dark hallway to the bathroom. I felt pressure and stress releasing as I relieved myself.

Afterwards, after washed my hands, I retraced my steps main room. I also looked around the hallway. There were many dark, thick curtains leading back to the rave. Behind the curtains were probably couples and very …lucky people judging by the sounds I could hear. I giggled and hummed a light tune.

What happened next took me by surprise. I felt a hard hit to my temple, not enough to rend me unconscious but enough to disorient and stun me. My now limp body was hauled up roughly and I saw my aggressor.

"George." I spat.

"Oh look at what we have here. A little birdy without her boyfriend. Are you lost? Or did he ditch you for someone with more breast?" His rough grabs made me cry out. I felt useless, less than useless even. His dark beady eyes roamed my body hungrily.

I tried to punch, grab, scratch, anything just so I could return some damage to the bastard. He caught my hand and slugged me back. I spat blood onto the ground.

"Such a pretty face, shame it has to go." He pulled a knife and sliced my dress open. I suddenly regained motor control and head-butted him, breaking his nose.

I ran, not caring I was only dressed in a skimpy bra and panty set Izzy forced me to wear "Just in case." for tonight. A sharp pain ran through my leg and I tripped. I looked back to see a knife sticking out my left calf. I dared not to pull it out in case I bled to death. My assailant had no such respect. He slammed his foot on my damaged leg and pulled out the knife with a squishy sound. Several others crowded around him.

He held his broken nose with one hand and hauled me up with another. I spat blood at his face. He sneered and punched me again. I wondered how it had deteriorated this quickly when I felt the knife slicing my underwear. A jiggle of belt and I suddenly felt afraid, very, very afraid. Now several sets of hands grabbed at me, bruising my body. I felt no pleasure being assaulted in such a way. I turned my head when the head, George, grinned at me with teeth. I felt something warm at my groin and I began to shake.

"Little birdy is going to learn who is the boss of the school. And it's me, not that pretty pansy blond prick who prance around the school like he owns it. It's me! IT'S ME!" He roared scratching my body with the bloody knife. I felt weak now and dizzy from the blood loss.

"Go to hell." I said weakly.

Oh god I was going to get raped and killed. Not exactly what I thought my end would be like. Dammit Clarissa, not the time to think that! I need to get away! I need to move! I need to-!

"AHHHHHH" I screamed, my hands jumping up and scratching the bastard's arm. I can feel him inside me, tearing the delicate walls with rough thrusts. I continued to scream, long after my throat became sore.

I began to cry and beg him just so he would stop. Stop with the humiliation and the pain. He merely laughed right back at me and punched me again. The others cheered sadistically. I stopped though and just hoped for death.

I'm sorry Jace. I hope you won't hate me. I just want to be with you one more time. I wish this didn't happen…You'll be better with me anyways…better than pathetic, broken, useless me.

I heard a voice from far away. I seemed to be calling for someone. I heard grunts of pain and punches, kicks, and chains smacking people. There was also a shattering sound of glass.

Then I blacked out with a last thought, 'I hope I died.'

JPOV

She was taking far too long for it to be normal. She wouldn't ditch me or anyone for that matter unless they were just that annoying or trying to come onto her.

I ventured into the dark hallways - with my drink - that nearly everyone now has ditched for the dance party. I heard soft grunting sounds and the occasional moans. I almost ignored it if not for the fact that the moans were of pain. I began to run. What I found revolted me and sent me into a rage of epic proportions.

I slammed a fist at the first idiot that tried to announce my presence to the gang and the…bastard raping my girlfriend. That thought just enraged me even more. I grabbed a length of chain by the curtains and began to swing it max speed, hitting everyone that came remote close to me. I'm glad I took mixed martial arts. The chains sliced through the air as the minions charged at me. They dropped like flies…without wings. I then chucked my drink at one of them and it hit them so hard it shattered and acted like a frag grenade. I threw the chain which hit a few more people and dropped the rest with hard kicks. They flew all the way down the hall and hit the wall on the other side.

I stopped in to the side of the…the…I had no words to describe him.

"George…" He looked at me with an almost horrified look before I kicked him in the face. His jaw became instantly dislocated and he flew back, impacting the wall similar to the others.

I picked up Clary who looked so smalls and broken. She was unconscious also. I ran out and called for help.

"BOUNCER!"

Me: …ehhhhh…..

Clary: O_o

Jace: O_o

Clary: You made him rape me?

Jace: *golden eyes began to burn with unholy fire. He draws his blade*

Me: …maybe I'm not that good at dark scenes…. Hey, I did make it mature rating…

Maia: ….*trembles* Holy shit…

Everyone: *Glares at Me and draws their weapon*

Me*finds him trapped under a werewolf* Eh hehhehheh….oh I'm screwed.

Everyone: ATTACK!

Me: FUUUUUUUUUUUU-

L: …Yea, I got nothing to say but to *dodges* HEY WATCH WHERE YOU'RE SWING THAT STUPID WHIP!

Izzy: SORRY! HEY GET BACK HERE YOU BASTARD!

L: Well, press the blue review button please!

ME: IT'LL CALM THEM DOWN AND MAKE ME HEAL FASTER!