A/N: So I wasn't going to keep this going, but decided to. Why? Not really sure, but here it is! I know chapter one was nothing really special, so I'm doing my best with the ones after it. But this one isn't anything too great either. I promise the next one will be better! I have plans for this now. So enjoy, FB appreciated. Still Pie Eater's POV!

Chapter 2

There were so many people coming from the Trade Center. I think we were the only fools moving towards it. It didn't matter to us, though. We had no idea what was really going on. We could hear sirens everywhere around the city going to help. This all just seemed unreal. Why was this happening?

People were running in all directions. It was like a city-wide disarray of people. Most of them probably didn't know what they were doing or where they were going. So we just stood there, helping people who didn't know where they should go. We would have done more, but let's face it- there wasn't much else we could do right then. We weren't about to go into the building. Hell, we weren't all that far away from it ourselves.

I looked up at the building to see it again. The idea just wouldn't wash. There were so many questions I wanted answered. Why here? Why now? Who'd done this? And what was falling with the debris?

My last question was answered quickly. People were jumping. Oh shit, they were jumping. This was far worse than I'd thought.

I thought I was imagining the sound of the plane flying overhead, but it didn't take me long to realize that I wasn't. I kept saying "Not another. Don't hit the other tower." But it did, and it caused a strange, disc-like explosion.

Dutchy, Snoddy, and I all ducked low to the ground, covering our heads. It wasn't like we'd really get hit by anything, but I guess it was just like a reflex. What the hell was going on? Another one really hit? No, it had to be déjà vu or something. That just doesn't happen.

People were screaming and sobbing. Everyone was dismayed at the events of the morning. To be honest, I was really scared too. I wanted so badly to help the people, but what was I going to do? What were we going to do? There wasn't a damn thing I could do to help.

I saw a few people around me praying. Now, I'm not religious or anything, but I found myself asking for those people to be alright. I don't know who I was asking, or even if I was asking anyone in particular. All I knew was that no matter how much anyone prayed, at this point, it was too late for too many people. It's just not right. They didn't even do anything to deserve it. Nobody did, really. At that point, we all silently agreed that it was time to leave.

Then Snoddy clapped a hand to his mouth. His face lost all of its color. "Oh shit," he said weakly. His voice was trembling. "That business major meeting was today."

Dutchy's shoulders dropped. He gave Snoddy one of those "oh come on" looks. "Time and place, Snoddy," he said flatly.

"Wait," I started. I realized where he was going with that. "James is a business major."

Dutchy's eyes widened as he realized as well. "Oh my God, Snitch," he said. Snitch had reminded us frequently of this great lecture he'd be going to at the Trade Center. So we turned back to the building and ran towards it.