Hello world of Fanfiction. This is my first story that I have EVER written, so please, be nice! The chapters may or may not be long, it completely depends on time restrictions, and if my computer won't screw it up or not. As of yet I don't plan to write any lemons, but there may be some depending on what you guys say. I'll probably end up putting this at an M rating to be on the safe side since there WILL be: Blood and gore, fight scenes (probably), lemons (maybe). So, without further ado, I present to you my first Fanfic!

P.S I'm so sorry for writing more, but I have to say before I forget, this story takes place 4 years from when Gregor left the Underland. I know, not the most original of ideas but whatever :P

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GREGOR POV

I woke up to the sound of screaming. Not the kind of screaming you would hear from a scary movie, or perhaps a bug crawling next to you, it was a scream that could make you kill. Death. It was a scream of death and pain, and I knew exactly whom it was coming from. I leapt silently from my bed and ran into the living room, hiding behind the still unpacked boxes from the move. I used my echolocation to "see" what was going on in. There were seven people in the room. Four of which who were tied up, the other three looked like they were holding weapons of some sort, probably knives. I forced myself to stay as still and as calm as possible. I knew any movement might alert the intruders and I would give away the little surprise I had.

"Shut up! Shut up before I cut you again!" Said one of the people. His voice was low and gravely, like he was talking and chewing rocks at the same time. I then heard someone whimper and it made me want to rip the guys throat our. Lizzie. I almost lost myself to my rager powers, but at the last second I cooled off. Then I heard a sound I would never forget. The sound of a gun being loaded, and the same voice saying, "Now, we're gonna play a little game." I slowly stood up.

"And exactly who, the fuck, are you?" I said, deceptively calm. The guy whirled around while the other two held knives to Lizzie's throat and someone else's, I assume it was Boots.

"I think I should be the one asking that question kid. I'm the one with the gun." He said. The sun was beginning to rise, and with that little amount of light and with my echolocation, I finally saw his face. It was chiseled and it looked like he had broken his nose several times before and it had never healed properly. He had a scraggily beard, and it looked like he cut his hair with a pocketknife. But his eye. His right eye. That was something you never forget. There was a jagged scar crossing from the top right of his forehead, and it crossed his eye, then nose, and finally ending right where the left corner of his mouth was. I took al of this in in less than two seconds, but it was enough to make him irritated.

"I said, who, are, you." The way he enunciated every syllable made me think of a sociopath. He might actually be one, I thought to myself.

"My name is Gregor, and I suggest you and your grunts over there step away from my family" I said lunging at his eyes.

LIZZIE POV:

I really don't remember what happened last night. Only bits of information here and there. There was one memory that stood out against all others. Hot, searing pain. I felt like someone was trying to stab a flaming hot ember into a cut that had just been cut open. I couldn't help but yell. A rough hand grabbed me and said something to me that I couldn't make out because of the burlap sack over my head. Damn these people, whoever they are. I stayed quiet though, fearful of another punishment. I then almost thought of trying to kill myself when the most terrifying sound on Earth was presented to me. A gun being loaded. The same voice talking again. Then anther voice said something, but even with the sack over my head I knew who it was. Gregor, I thought. You're alive! I tried to loosen the bounds on my hands but to no avail. Then I heard some commotion, like people fighting, but it only lasted a few seconds. Then the sack lifted off my head and I saw Gregor covered in blood.

"Lizzie! Thank God you're okay," He said, untying my bounds and hugging me like he would never let me go. He also untied Boots and set her on the couch since she was sleeping. He was about to untie mom, but he didn't know it was mom yet.

"Gregor," I began sadly, "Before you untie her, there's something you should know." I began my story.

"First of all, no interruptions," I said firmly. He just nodded and held Boots closer to him. "It all started at around three A.M. I had woken up to get some water, and I noticed that none of the animals or the sounds of the night had continued, so I got suspicious.

"A hand grabbed my mouth before I could yell, and he dragged me to the living room where mom and Boots were already there, tied up to chairs. He told me to be quiet, and if I was a good girl, nothing bad would happen to me." I started crying a little, but I continued the story. "It was horrible. He started raping mom, and his grunts made me watch. They laughed at me because I struggled. Do you know how bad it feels? To be treated like you're someone's property? Don't answer that I know you know. Anyways, while he was raping mom, I asked his comrades why they were doing this to us. They said it was because dad was gone and they picked on the week. Also it was because there were no men in the house. I kept my mouth shut because I knew if they knew you were here, they would find you and kill you." Gregor was about to interrupt when I held my hand up.

"Remember, no interruptions." He closed his mouth and motioned for me to continue. "It was terrible. They were making mom their plaything. They tied her up and raped her repeatedly and endlessly. I thought they'd never stop. Finally they did, and after they did, they slit mom's throat. I cried out a little and the lead rapist cut my arm, and you know what happened after that." I finished and when I looked up at Gregor he was looking at the men he killed with a hatred and disgust that I never knew existed in him.

"We need to go." Said Gregor

"But where Greg, we don't have anywhere to go." I said. "That's not true, we have Mrs. Corma-"

"No we don't Gregor. Even if we were still in our old apartment, she'd be dead." I said.

"Then you know what I'm talking about." He said as if trying to get me to listen. "No, Greg. We have no one, and we have nowhere to go." I said, slumping down to the ground.

"We have the Underland, Liz." He said softly, "We have the Underland."

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