Hi guys, so this is chapter 2. I had a question or so about Jace. He's the "bad boy" of the school like he always is, which is kinda cliche. But he is a closet smart guy/nerd. I don't mean to be offensive with the nerd thing so ya'll don't freak. I'm chill, if ya'll are chill. And basically I'm going to be answering a question that dawned on me later: Who is it that is doing the shooting? You will find out later so that's something to look forward to. And if you leave me 5 reviews, I'll update faster. Please?

Disclaimer: I don't own the TMI characters, however the plot is something entirely out of my own invention.

-IL

Clary-9:00

"Nobody move or else you'll get a bullet in your head," threatened the gunman, everyone was sitting in their desks as still as possible because they didn't want to be shot. They prowled the room, holding a gun to anyone. One of them finally stopped by Clary.

"You're a pretty one, aren't you. You'll do," he grunted. Clary panicked, surely he wasn't intending what she thought. He told her to get up, a gun pressed to her head, telling her that if she tried to run, he'd gun her down. She walked slowly, wishing that she wasn't here, and her classmates followed her head out of the class. As soon as Clary was out of the room, he attacked her ripped at her camisole, tearing it at the shoulder. She tried to screamed but the man had his hand clasped to her mouth. She bucked until he placed the gun near her head.

"Shut up or I'll shoot," he whispered into her ear. His hot breath was making her sick. But she continued to scream, not caring whether or not he did at this point, as he unzipped his pants and pulled down his boxers. She was horrified and began to panic. Clary could feel him pressed into her back. He was almost done working off her pants when they heard a slam.

"Hey, leave that girl alone," shouted a voice that Clary vaguely remembered. She looked around to see a boy about her age standing in the middle of the hall, his golden eyes angry and burning.

"What are you going to do about it, kid," the man grunted, his breath still hot and smelly against her neck. She shuddered again. But the boy didn't answer, he just looked solemnly at the two of them. Then he broke into a sprint, he was fast. He managed the push her out the way before wrestling with the guy for the gun. They both went down. Clary stood there in shock, in nothing but her shirt and underpants. She felt so useless. Suddenly, there was a bang, the gunfire exploded into her ears. She went deathly pale. Both of the people on the floor stopped struggling. The man that captured her was rolled onto the floor, crimson coloring his shirt. There was a bullet in his chest. Clary gasped and scrambled to the boy, who was still on the group, breathing heavily.

"You saved me," she whispered. He looked over to her and gave her a smile.

"Jace Herondale, at your service."

Jace-9:02

Jack was still in shock. He had just killed someone. He looked over to the girl next to him, he didn't know her well but she was pretty enough. She had long red hair that fell down to the small of her back, her camisole strap was ripped at the shoulder and her ripped skinny jeans were in a puddle on the floor. Her eyes were watery and her make up was smudged.

"What's your name," Jace asked, slowly. The girl's green eyes went from the body to Jace still on the ground.

"Clary. Clary Morgenstern," said the girl. He noticed her voice was shaking and that she looked ready to cry. He sat up then and she flinched by the sudden movement.

"Nice to meet you. I normally meet people with pants on but, given the circumstances," Jace said, gesturing to the puddle of blue on the floor. Clary's eyes went from him to her pants as she immediately went to work putting them on. He stood up and she followed in suit, buttoning the fly as she went.

"Thank for that," she replied quietly.

"No problem," he said back to her, "I wouldn't go back to that class if I were you."

"I'm not," she replied, while trying to put herself back to rights.

"Good," Jace said and began to walk back in the direct he had come.

"Wait, you're just gonna leave me here," she asked, her voice still hushed. He could hear it from all the way across the hallway. That was how quiet it was.

"Well, did you want to come with me," Jace asked, looking back over his shoulder. She bit her lip and nodded. It was probably better she come anyway. Security in numbers, Jace thought to himself. She walked to catch up with him.

"Where are we going," asked Clary, still whispering. Jack swore softly. He had no idea. He couldn't call his dad.

"Do you have a phone," he asked and Clary nodded, pulling a phone out of her pocket. He nodded and led her into the only quiet place he knew. They began to walk until they reached the corner. They heard talking and laughing but it wasn't students. Jace put a finger to his lips and looked around the corner. He opened his mouth in horror at what he saw. There was blood everywhere. Students bodies littered the floor like leaves during the fall. He could pick out his friends lying there not seeing because they were dead. He could see the gun men at the hall, defiling the bodies. He looked away in disgust.

"Jace, what's wrong," whispered Clary but Jace couldn't answer. He was too angry. Angry that they were they doing that people he had known since grade school. But underneath all of that he was afraid. Afraid to die.

This is what I was talking about with character death. So basically a lot of people die. Don't forget to review to find out who lives and who dies...

-IL