My first Underland Cronicle FanFiction. I hope it satifys you guys!

Disclaimer: I will say this once through the story... I DO NOT OWN THE UNDERLAND CHRONICLES! Suzanne Collins does!

Takes place after Code of the Claw. Alternate world.

Gregor walked through the alleyway, thinking of Luxa the whole time. Hey violet eyes… Her skin… her golden blonde yet silver hair… Their first kiss. Gregor had truly believed he was going to die. The prophecy even called for it. But it turned out all he needed to do was kill the Bane and snap his sword for the warrior to die!

(Flash back)

"I don't need you, I have Gregor!" Luxa yelled at the large rat named Ripred.

"Well maybe the Overlander will remember past favors and fight for me!" Ripred countered.

"I am not fighting for either of you!" Gregor brought out Sandwich's sword with so much force Luxa and Ripred jumped back. He raised Sandwich's sword and brought it down on his knee, making it crack in two pieces. He threw the two pieces at the feet of Luxa and Ripred. "There, the warrior is dead. I killed him."

"He has fulfilled the prophecy!" Nerissa yelled with joy.

(End flashback)

"Oh Luxa…" Gregor softly whispered. "And Ripred… He was right... It is hard to get the Rager sensation under control in the Overland…"

Gregor remembered the first time he experienced it… He had broken all 15 blood balls. An amazing feat for someone who had only wielded a sword for the first time. The second event when the sensation came in was the squid attack. Gregor still couldn't remember what had happened, but he had done a very good job scaring his little sister, Boots, and he sliced up the tentacles pretty well. A rat, Twitchtip, was a smell seer, she could smell even colors from a long distance. She smelled the Rager scent. The third time was what freaked Gregor out the most.

He was forced to turn in circles with a torch on his left and his sword on his right. Snakes had surrounded his group, he spun in circles and when it was all over, he had discovered his friends' disbelief. It was like someone else was in control of his body while he fought. Gregor's facial expression was the most frightening part; he smiled the whole time while killing the snakes, couldn't get enough of it.

"Hey kid… Do you know where you are? This is our territory! This is the black Leopards territory!" A masculine 18 year old stepped in Gregor's way in the alley. Two other similarly masculine guys stepped behind him.

Gregor groaned for having to get in this ridiculous situation, but he couldn't help slightly smiling because these thugs don't know who their messing with.

"Kid what's your problem? We're gonna set you straight!" The leader jumped at Gregpr.

Gregor's blood started to tingle and he had this all too familiar and welcoming warm sensation. He gave himself up to it and quickly unsheathed his pocket knife that he had finally persuaded his mom to let him have. He smirked as he fought the sensation. His eyesight focused on the neck and vital organ area, but he quickly fought himself on striking those areas.

The sensation had been getting easier and easier to control. He could now control when he strikes, but he is struggling against his instinct to kill.

The two other thugs had leaped at him with the sight of the dagger and the confidence that was radiating out of Gregor. Gregor had anticipated this and spin around, leaving a small gash on one of the thug's face.

"Damn… Matthias you alright?!" The leader yelled. "Oh you'll pay for this shrimp!"

Gregor faced the leader and leaped onto his back. The leader flung him off, but Gregor spun back and slashed the leader's arm.

"Arg!"

"Danny?" The last remaining thug asked his leader, but then turned to Gregor. "Now you are really hurt."

"Put the pound on him Ralph!" Danny yelled.

Gregor instantly reacted and took a fighting stance.

Ralph charged and Gregor moved to the side and tripped Ralph slightly. Gregor's adrenaline was pumping faster and the Rager sense was getting stronger with every breath Gregor took. Ralph made a mistake by attempting to kick Gregor's head.

Gregor snapped back with his knife; it left a gash on his thigh. Gregor jumped onto Ralph and edged to his back, with his knife in his teeth. He tangle Ralph in a strangle hold and held his knife up to Ralph's neck. Gregor instinctively started to cut, but he fought the instinct and left a scrape across Ralph's neck. Gregor let go and put away his pocket knife. Walking away, he managed one sentence to the bruised thugs: "I'd advise you not to stop me again."

Gregor mentally beat himself as he felt the warm sensation leave. 'This can't keep happening!'

Gregor broke into a sprint back towards his apartment. 'I have more training to do.'

Please review, even if you dislike the story. I really want to improve my writing skills. Plus I'm attempting to write a lot more...