Hi guys! I am continuing this story, i have been super busy and then I got a concussion and I'm not allowed to look at screens, but I read your reviews and have been wanting to post this for a while and just gave up and thought screw this so here is this chapter. Enjoy!

Clary

Magnus had just gotten home, and he called all of us down into the kitchen with a somber look on his face. All of us gathered around him and he whispered quietly and had us all sit down. The seconds seemed to stretch on for eternity, I could hear his fingers drumming against the table every tap, seeming to be cannon.

"Isabelle is dead."

"What? What do mean she is dead! She was just here an hour ago! What the hell, she just went to the mall, what are you talking about?" Alec shouts, angry and confused.

"Isabelle and her friends were found dead on the bathroom floor in the mall." He answers trying to maintain his handle on his emotions. Jace stares at him blankly, as if he didn't hear that, or as if it didn't really happen. Alec has stormed out of the kitchen, sobbing. Jenn looks at Magnus and then shoots him a questioning look.

"Clary, if I could talk to you alone, or you can bring Jace, I wanted to give you the choice to hear me out before the others give their opinions."

"Um, well, I," I glance at Jace and give him a quick look, he sees and nods his head.

"We will both come," he says. He looks at the two of us and shakes his head slightly.

"In the bathroom, where they found them, there was a message written on the mirror. It was about Clary." Magnus says trying to gauge her reaction. Panic flares up inside of me.

"What did it say? What did it say exactly? I need to know!" I say deathly quiet, my whole body trembling. "What, exactly did it say?" He hands me picture of the crime scene. It's a picture of a mirror. But written in blood are the words "Clary, thought you could escape? You failed, and I'm watching." Oh my god. I start to hyperventilate. He found me. I thought I had made it. He found me. He was going to kill all of them if I didn't stop him. He would kill every single one of them and laugh while doing so, probably making me watch. I couldn't let that happen. I was going to have to stop him. I don't know how, but I will. No one else will die by his hands, I swear to it. It's not going to happen. It can't. It won't. I have to be calm. I have to go back. I can stop him. If I hadn't tried to escape, he would never killed them. Or any them. They would be alive. I take a deep breath, expanding my lungs all the way and then letting all the air out slowly. I slowly slip into my mask. I become calm, collected and hopefully they will buy it. I have to save the others, to stop him killing more people. He could kill Jace. And just like that my calm facade is gone. He could kill Jace. Jace could die and it would be all my fault. He could go to school one day and never come home. Isabelle went to the mall. A completely harmless and innocent place and was killed. I have to go tonight. He can't kill Jace. I can't let that happen. It can't. I won't let it.

"Clary! Clary! Can you hear me?" My head snaps up and jump back, startled. "You were silent and not moving for almost a whole minute. You just stopped and stood rock still. Are you okay?"

"I, yes, I am okay. I am upset that Isabelle died and I don't know what that message means. I have no idea who would have left it for me, and it makes me a little nervous." Mentally I laugh at myself, a little nervous, try, ready to break down, panic and hoping to die. But, I can't. Not yet. I have to find him and stop him from killing anyone else. This is why I never made friends. I did once. His name was Simon. In one of the foster homes, I was allowed outside to move and exercise. There was a neighbor right next door, around my age. He figured out what times I was allowed out and would come outside to talk to me. We would talk through the fence. It was nice, I had someone to talk to, Simon was going to help me, he was going to get me out of that home and I was going to live with him. The day before he was going to tell, I went outside, like I did everyday, but then he followed me out. He pretended to be friendly and invited Simon inside. Simon was dragged down to the basement and tortured. Everything I went through and more, and it killed him. The last noise that came from his lips was terrified, and anguished scream that pierced the air. I avoided everyone after that, not that I ever saw people, but everyone that I did either hurt me, or got hurt. I look up to find both Magnus and Jace looking at me nervously.

"Clary, are you sure you are okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine. I've seen death before." I sat quietly and slip up out of the room. I hear footsteps trail behind me, I feel the tension crawl up my back like a spider crawling up a vine in the dark of night. I race up into my room and lock the door. Whipping around quickly, it becomes apparent that there is no where to hide. I race into the bathroom and lock that door as well. I crawl into the bathtub and begin to formulate a plan.

I have to get out. How are you going to manage that without getting your friends killed? Huh? What? Wait. You mean you think you can do something? You stupid bitch. No. I can do this. I can protect them. If I can get to him. He will leave them alone as soon as he has me. Oh really? Just like he left Simon alone then huh? I vigorously shake my head at myself. I can stop him. I will pacify him. If he thinks I hate them, he will stop. I believe you have tried this before, have you not? You tried to tell him that you were his, and only his. You tried this before, you need a new plan. I don't have time for another plan! I need to get back to him! Maybe he will stop, he has to stop! He doesn't have to do anything. In fact he will do whatever he pleases. Whatever tickles his fancy. You can do that, you tickle his fancy. No! I won't do that! I can't go through that again! I can't there's no way. Ah, but how do you plan to pacify him? Think about it. Every single time that you fight him, you could just kill one of them off. Then their death would really be your fault. I, maybe, I could, no! I'm not going to listen to him. But what about Jace? Imagine his lifeless eyes staring up at you, never to move another muscle again. Never to flash that bright smile at anyone. He would be dead. No. That won't happen. It can't happen. I won't let it! No! But you already did. Not only did Isabelle die, all of her friends did. And it's all your fault. You could have stopped it. You could have prevented it. You know it. So why are you still here? More people could be dying, and you are cowering away in the bathtub. Is little Clary to scared? You are always to scared aren't you? Always afraid. Can't do anything can you? No! I can, and I will. I won't be afraid this time. I will go to him and stop him. Think, how can you get out of the house. Okay so theres, the front door. Then of course there is the windows. But, those are too high off the ground. I couldn't survive the fall. Maybe that would be best. No! I'm going to save them. I'm going to save Jace. Okay, I need a real plan. Something that will work, something logical. Lets look at real options. Going to the police, not an option. Telling them. I could tell them. And get them killed? But if they knew maybe they could help, Magnus has connections with the police and he's a pretty well known doctor, he has to have some freinds. Oh goody! More people to send to their death. What a brilliant idea! No, let's think logically about this. I can't just hand myself over to him, I can't do that again. It would kill me. But I have to protect them. Okay, if I march downstairs and demand that they take me to the police I can tell them everything, hopefully give them some hints about where he might be and they can give us some protection. And I need to go now, before I lose all conviction. I lift myself out of the bathtub, unlock the bathroom door and then into the bedroom. I stop at the door, I can do this. I can. Quickly I unlock the door and burst downstairs.

"We need to leave now," I say to Magnus who is sitting on the couch with Jace.

"Clary, calm down, what's going on?" Magnus asked me.
"I lied when I said the message doesn't mean anything to me, and I'm only going to explain it once, and the police are going to want to hear it." Both of them turned to look at me, with shock, and jumped up. Magnus grabbed the car keys and all of us quickly headed out the door. Jace grabbed my hand as we walked out the door,

"We are just going to the car, ignore all the other people." We climb into the car and I try to slow my breathing, I can't pass out. Not now, at least not yet.

I know it's not as long but hopefully I will get back into the swing of things later! And yes Isabelle is dead.

To Kailey- You reviewed back November saying that you had just recently left an abusive home and that you liked my story. First I know it's been a couple months, I apologize but I hope you are doing well and that you are safe. If you ever need anyone to talk to pm me or find me on tumblr, just google sarcastic choices

To the rest of my lovely reviewers- I loved all of your reviews (even the death threats) and leave me your thoughts on this chapter please! :)