Hey guys, Nick410 here to tell you that this is the revised version of my original Gregor after the Code of Claw. I didn't like the original version, and I really wanted to get back onto this story. This is going to be more of a depressing story since practically everything bad happens to Gregor in here. He slowly begins to have hate and anger along with deep depression during the course of 5 years. Well, thanks for reading, and I wait for your feedback on this.

Five years, five long years it has been since Gregor had been ripped apart from the Underland along with his beloved. Not a day has passed since the shell of the former Gregor has forgot those beautiful crying violet eyes right before a stone slab separated his vision from her.

Gregor's parents could tell that this was beyond painful for Gregor, but Grace still thought that this was the best for him. When they moved to Virginia, that was when Gregor began to not even look at his parents. His parents tried to get him to talk, but he remained silent for over a few weeks. He gave a brief whisper to Boots once while she was sleeping, but that was all he practically said.

Nothing cheered Gregor up, so he just remained a loner from all of society. He stood in the back ground in school and even ate by himself at home in his room. And when news of his grandmother's sudden passing away, he slipped even further into depression. The only thing that kept him on the verge of sanity was a little photograph of her.

The little photo became his own tiny drug. He carried it wherever he went, at school, home, and the few other places he went. When his mother had found out about the photo, she began to get upset, not at the fact that her son was on the verge of landing in an insanity ward if he didn't have the photo, but that he had become this way because of her decisions. Even though Gregor was suffering deeply because of moving away and splitting their love to one another, Grace still didn't want her son to be in danger.

Gregor was currently sitting on top of his small house's rooftop. No one usually came up there except for a few birds here and there. Gregor let his legs dangle over the side of the house as he stared at the picture of her.

It wasn't like Gregor didn't know her name; it's just that he can't pull her name out from his depressed-filled heart to correctly remember it, no matter how much he loved her. Her name was, cloudy, foggy perhaps you could say.

Boots had drawn a picture of Gregor and her holding hands when she entered first grade, and had both of their names labeled underneath the picture. When Gregor took hold of the picture and looked at her scribbled name, it was so blurry to him, he couldn't even make out a letter, yet, he could read his name perfectly, even if it was drawn by a child.

Gregor's family had promised each other to never speak of her name, because the last time he heard it was when he was in the Underland. Now, since he's a shell of his former self and could crack at any moment, they decided for his own benefit, that they would refrain from speaking of that word.

As he sat on the roof, holding onto the all-too-familiar photograph, the sun began to rise over the mountaintops, breaking the black sky into streaks of dark blue. The sun was rising fast and the sky was beginning to grow lighter and lighter. Gregor pushed himself of the roof and landed in his small front yard. He tucked the picture of her inside his pocket vary carefully and stepped noiselessly inside his house.

When Gregor stared at the oven's digital clock, he could see that it was about to reach four in the morning, meaning his parents would be up in about an hour or so to leave for work. His dad went back to teaching while his mother found herself in an office cubical in the town bank.

Gregor walked quietly to his room and retrieved his backpack that contained his school binder along with his math and science books. After grabbing his coat, he slung the strap over his shoulders and picked up a pencil that was lying on his nightstand. With one last look to his room, he shut his door and walked to the kitchen where a pot of freshly brewed coffee was made.

He reached inside his cupboards and pulled out a paper cup so he could drink his coffee on the way to school. He poured the steaming coffee into the cup and walked out of the door into the brisk morning. Every breath he exhaled, it showed up as a cloudy mist that disappeared almost as quickly as it showed. The burning coffee in his hand spewed steam as well that left a stream of it trailing past Gregor.

Parkland High School was far away enough that he could actually take a school bus if he went down a few blocks, but he decided to just walk to school, helps to let the mind roam free. He could have his parents just drop him off, but he didn't even want to look at them.

As he slowly sipped at the black coffee, Gregor passed block by block and came into view of his school. His one and only friend Raphael was sitting on the front steps of the school, eating what looked to be a hamburger. As Gregor approached, Rafael inhaled the rest of his sandwich and walked up to greet his friend.

"Hey Gregor! What's up bro?" Raphael asked. He looked at the steaming cup of coffee, which was half gone by now. "Ew, black coffee? That's way too bitter for me!"

Gregor jut gave a solemn nod. "Hey Raf..." Raf was the only guy he could talk to in school, but even so, he still didn't talk to him that much. Gregor just usually responded with a nod, shake of the head, or a casual shrug of the shoulders. Teachers didn't count though since he had to answer, and since he didn't like to talk, the teachers had fun calling on him to see if he had the answer. Gregor thought about just ignoring them, but his mother would go all on his case, no matter how bad he was.

"Raffles!" yelled a voice somewhere. In an instant, a girl was tackling Raf with a bone crushing hug. Raf looked like a ragdoll as his body and limbs were swinging around as the girl swung his body during the hug.

Raf gasped for breath. "Hello to you too Angie…" Angie was Raf's closest friend; they had known each other for over nine years. Her and Gregor never really talked and weren't friends, but he could call each other "acquaintances" perhaps.

Raphael was a rather well known face in the school. He wasn't a jock or an insanely smart geek, but just a laid back guy with a mellow personality who cracks a few jokes. Raf never was a bad kid, so he was also on the good side of teachers. Raphael had many other names; "Raf" was the most used while Angie and a couple of other girls called him "Raffles" for some reason.

Angie on the other hand was perhaps exactly the opposite. She was a skinny girl who had a passion for reading and math. If you saw her, you would most likely only see her in the town library with her head in a book or playing Sudoku. Angie had a major crush on Raf, and surprisingly, he never really noticed. Or maybe he did and didn't really care at all.

"Hello as well Gregor." Angie said, not even bothering to get close to him, Gregor didn't mind. He gave an understanding nod back at her and took a sip of his coffee. "Raf, what are your plans for tonight?"

Raf put a finger to his lip, thinking. "Nothing much besides the usual chores and messing around on my computer at night, why?"

"Well…" Angie began as she twirled her fingers, "do you want to, you know, maybe hang out…or something?" Gregor noticed her have a slight blush and was trying her hardest to not show it.

"Sure, that sounds nice." Raf answered. Angie's face lit up entirely. After a chuckle, Raf turned to Gregor. "Hey, I'll see you later, alright?" Again, Gregor just nodded. Raf gave a brief smile and turned away with Angie tagging along. She waved goodbye and followed Raf out of sight.

The school's bell rang and its shriek echoed throughout the school corridors and hallways. Gregor gave a sigh and drained the rest of his coffee. He crushed his cup and tossed it into the trash before walking towards his classes.

First in his typical schedule was his Math teacher who constantly cracks jokes and tries to get the class laughing, but they just respond with blank expressions. Next was a boring period of listening to some Japanese guy rant about Japanese politics for his Foreign Language class. Another boring lesson in English about William Shakespeare, and then the rest of the day just slipped away like dirt being carried away by a gust of wind. Before he knew it, the final bell that released the eager-to-go-home students rang out its shrill ring loudly.

Kids bolted out of class to waiting busses, afterschool activities, or to hang with friends. Gregor slowly walked past the kids who were talking in the hallway to his locker. The conversation got quieted when he walked passed them, but got back once he was supposedly out of earshot. All of the students, not to mention teachers, do this, so it wasn't a concern to Gregor.

Gregor twisted his dial around on his locker and matched up the various white numbers to successfully open it. A tiny click sound come from the locker, and its tiny door swung open. He grabbed his backpack and placed his books and binder into it. Just as he was about to shut his empty locker, something pushed Gregor from behind and his head banged against the metal insides.

The unexpected push sent Gregor's backpack to fly to the ground. The jarring of the impact of skull to metal shook his body, making him a bit dizzy at the same time. Holding his head, Gregor stared at the person who had shoved him from behind with a furious glance.

"Well, looks like the quiet freak has some emotions!" cackled a burly boy much taller than Gregor. At first, he didn't know who he is or why he just shoved him for no apparent reason. Then, as he got a better glance, Gregor saw it was Tyron.

Tyron was quite notorious in his school. He was part of the football team, but his main notoriety is beating up kids for his own personal benefit. Since he was a rather good football player, no teacher or staff really would think he would be doing this kind of stuff.

Another shove from Tyron pushed Gregor back onto his locker. People were beginning to gather around the commotion. Tyron's friends began to laugh like this was hilarious. Gregor resisted the urge to punch them each in the face as hard as he could.

"What 'chu gonna do 'bout it, huh?" Tyron spat in Gregor's face, the rancid smell of cigarettes blowing in his face. "Gonna cry to your momma?" Tyron's friends began to howl with laughter now. A few kids started to join as well and the crowd began to get larger and larger.

Gregor looked at the crowd of kids and saw a glimpse of Raf and Angie with worried expressions on their faces. He could feel his heart beat erratically and his right fist clenched so hard, the knuckles turned white. The murmurs of the crowd and the howling laughter of Tyron's friend echoed inside Gregor's head, but he still stood there with a deathly-stare at Tyron.

After a few seconds of trying to stare the other down, Tyron gave a chuckle. "Heh, that's what I thought." He walked passed him with a shove of the shoulder. "Be seeing you later freak!"

As quickly as the crowd had suddenly appeared, they dispersed right when Tyron and his friends turned the corner, their laughter and hand-slapping growing fainter and fainter as they continued to walk.

"Don't mind them." Raf said to Gregor as he walked up to him. He must've had a hostile look on his face because Raf suddenly grabbed his arm. "Leave them be. They may be thugs with no self-respect, but they still ain't worth it."

Gregor's clenched fist slowly loosened and his heartbeat calmed down. After he gave a re-assuring nod to his friend, Raf's face that was tense with concern relaxed and lightened. Angie picked up Gregor's backpack and handed it to him with a semi-concerned face, but not a word.

Raf turned to Angie then back to Gregor. "Will you be okay?" Gregor just gave a nod and slung his backpack around his soldiers without any sign of an expression of some sort.

"I'm out…" Gregor whispered just enough for Angie and Raf to hear. Without looking back, he slammed on the metal bar to open the front school doors and slipped out into the breezy weather.

Gregor reached into his left pocket and snatched out his music player. He put the headphones in his ear and played whatever was on in an attempt to calm him down before he did something he might regret. Then, he slowly reached into his right pocket and carefully pulled out a photo.

Clinging to it, Gregor noiselessly walked into his house a few minutes later. His mother who just arrived home greeted him, but Gregor walked right past her without any acknowledgement. He slammed down on the bed and slowly traced the outline of her. He gave a small sigh and drifted off to sleep, the photo resting in the palm of his hand.

Well? I know it's definitely more depressing and angsty than the other version, but I kinda like the silent-type. It's kinda like me in a way. I'm beginning to work on the next chapter, but it won't be up for quite some time.