Hello children! Tis I, Kristen and I am back for chapter three! You might be wondering why I'm so excited. Well I just found out the most wonderful news ft. The Mortal Instruments. We have our new Jace! Even though I love JCB (if you don't know who that is, shame), I feel that he was not my vision. But this guy is seriously hot. I'll put a link to his fine face in my description. But yeah, Mortal Instruments is coming out on a tv show. I'm also very excited since your guys were so good to me with all of the reviews and such. So today in this chapter is a special treat. Clary and Jace aren't in social Siberia (no offense) any longer. And now without further ado...Aftermath.

-IL

Ps: None of the characters are mine. Just the plot. Those character belong to Cassie. :(

Clary-9:10

Clary looked over the bodies of her friends, Aline and Kaelie (AN: just bear with me here, okay?) and could feel her nose tingle, a tell tale sign of tears. The men had killed them. There was no more going to the movies, no more allnighters, and no more adventures. They were all gone. She blinked the tears out her eyes but inside of being pushed back, they fell down her cheeks in silence, still too afraid to cry out. Jace was a little ways away, mourning over his friends. Clary looked down at her friends once more and more tears blurred her vision that later trailed down her cheeks. She felt a hand on her shoulder. It was Jace, someone who she didn't even know that well, with tears in his eyes too. But there was something else in them, anger and fear.

Clary pulled him in for a hug, they both could use one. And he accepted it gratefully, like he hadn't had one in a long time and needed it. When they finished their embrace, Jack let go of her and began to walk. They hit a green door, with window blind like shingles to keep anything from being visible. Once they were in, he pulled on a little cord and a small light covered the room.

"Clary, I need you to call your parents," Jace said slowly like talking to a kid. Clary flipped open her phone and paused. She pressed the numbers on her phone to call the only person she knew would answer.

"Clarissa, what's wrong," asked Jocelyn after the first ring.

"I need your help," said Clary into the phone.

"Honey, what's wrong," Jocelyn asked, this time, very concerned. Because Gigi never asked for help nor did she ever call her Mum.

"There's been a shooting at school. They're still here and I don't know how to get out," she breathed. There was a crack heard over the phone.

"Mum, what happened," Clary asked.

"I dropped the phone. Clary, listen to me, stay where you are. I'm calling the cops right now," she asked and hung up. Gigi looked into Jack's eyes.

"She's calling the cops," said Clary.

9:30

Jocelyn Morgenstern stormed into the police station, there parents lined up waiting for their time to speak but Jocelyn surpassed all of them. She slammed her hand onto the desk of an officer.

"There's a shooting at my daughter school. She's there and I need you you to save her," said Jocelyn. The officer looked up at her, his face annoyed.

"Miss, I have parents on parents asking to save their kid at this school. Now I suggest you sit over there and wait like the rest of them," he said, pointing to the rows of parents who looked on the scene. Jocelyn tried again, this time more forceful.

"No. These are our children that are being threatened. Now I suggest you get you ass out of that chair and help us or so help me god, I'll go myself and tell the leading officer how "helpful" you were," she screamed back. Parents were starting form behind her, as if she were the leader of an army. The police officer paled considerably and muttered that he was going towards the back office.

"Thank God, someone got through to him," said a man sitting down next to her in the chair. Had had black hair with piercing gray eyes.

"Are your kids in the school too," she asked, looking over to him. He nodded and ran a hand through his hair.

"Yes, my son, Alec, and my daughter, Isabelle are both there. I'm Robert, by the way," he said, extending a hand. Jocelyn shook it.

"My daughter is in the school. She called me," said Jocelyn. She then realized that Clary never called her for anything. That Clary never needed anything. She remembered her gummy smile when she was just a baby and how it hardened into it's current sardonic smile, a side effect of her husband's death. It gripped Jocelyn that this morning might be the last time she saw her daughter. The last time, she saw her daughter's face. Tears clouded her eyes, threatening to spill. Robert placed a hand over hers and together, they waited.

10:00-Clary

They continued to navigate through the school. Clary's feet were tired. But Jace was persistent, looking to see just how many of his friends were dead. Suddenly, there was boom behind her. Two students popped out behind the garbage can. Clary recognized one of them. It was Isabelle Lightwood and she looked worse for wear. Her long black hair that was usually immaculate was disheveled and she had a bruise on her left cheek. Her make-up, especially her lipstick, was smeared. The other was a boy shared similar features. This must be Alec Lightwood, Isabelle's brother, she thought to herself as she looked at him with his bright blue eyes. They were a beautiful blue like the color of a clear night sky. But he wasn't looking at her then. He was staring at Jace.

Alec Lightwood was ogling Jace. Not that Jace wasn't ogle worthy because he was. It wasn't just his looks that made him desirable but the sure did help. Jace was tall, towering over Clary's short 5'2 stature. Everything about him was gold. His aureate hair was everywhere, with red on some strands from the blood of the gunman. He was also muscular. His skin was tanned and his eyes were the most beautiful color she had even seen. They were bathed in gold. Clary was struck with the sudden urge to paint him. Her hands suddenly ached to trace over the tanned bulge of his muscles and look into his eyes and see how many colors she could find in them.

"We're certainly glad to see you two," said Isabelle, snapping Clary out of her reverie.

I love you guys. Go check out Dominic Sherwood. He's mega hot and don't forget to review!

-IL