Hey, Nightshade present. Had a couple PM's about my name. I made it up from the warriors cats series WOTF. I will be writing a series about this series using the main character as Nightshade. But without further ado here is Chapter 2.
It probably seemed pretty bad if you were running from school that had sirens going off, an police and fire trucks flying past you. He got a couple odd glances from pedestrians on the sidewalk, even a 'Hey you!' but he didn't dare stop. He was tired of this happening! He wanted to go back to the place where he was normal. Or at least kind of normal, if you count being able to kill just like everyone else does. He didn't want to walk down to the principal's office for fighting ever again. Not like in 7th or 8th grade year, not now!
He turned down the alley and was only two blocks away from his apartment. Couple of cats ran past him, after diving out of a trash bin. Clothes were hanging on lines above his head and a few birds were perched on the lines whistling their tunes. With his senses splintered an tuned, he could tell just about every detail. He couldn't wait to just leave the city, he once thought being back in New York with all the noises and attributes it had, would make him feel right at home. But he missed the Underland. He missed Luxa, just the thought of her made him pick up the pace. But when he got to the end of the alley three cop cars pulled up n blocked his way. He knew better than try to run from the cops. He had seen on TV some of the idiots who tried. But he was no idiot…he was a rager and man! He was not going to let a few cops stop him from getting to the Underland. So he did what he thought was best….he attacked the cops.
It was just like the time in the arena, when the blood balls were flying towards him. After he knocked the first cop to his knees and slammed his head against the hood, the tazers started flying. He saw their trajectory an stepped aside to avoid them. Sliding across the back of one of the cop cars he dodged another pair. He ended up sliding into of the other cops who put him in a head lock.
"Easy! You're making matters worse!" he yelled. Another cop came up and tried to cuff him but Gregor kicked both legs out hitting him square in the chest, knocking the wind out of him. "Stop!" the cop who had him in the headlock yelled. He slammed Gregor against the hood of the car without breaking his lock. Gregor sensed a weakness in his left knee, for as big as this cop was he might have gotten the knee injury playing football! The thought made him laugh. "Just another football player." He thought darkly. Swing his left leg back, he was able to make contact with the knee, and he heard yet a satisfying crack making the cop loosen his grip. Gregor slipped out from it, turned around an placed one good blow to the side of his face, knocking him out cold.
Gregor looked at the cop. He was disgusted, but not at the cop but himself…he never liked hurting people, what was making him do this? He was becoming a monster…a rat! How could he have laughed…he just wants to go home. "I'm sorry" he says. But they were out cold. The other cop decided to phone in for help than try an take Gregor.
He turned an sprinted for his life. Sirens could be heard again, and they were getting closer and closer every second. Almost there! He slammed through the apartment doors, shattering the glass as he went through them. Turned down the hallway an ran straight towards the laundry room. He yanked back the washer, an dove down the chute. "Please forgive me," he whispered. "I didn't want to hurt them." He meant the cops. They were just doing their job. He needed help, an he knew right were to get it. He landed softly on the Underland floor and took off for Regalia, leaving his city life behind him.
Sorry if you don't like, had writers block for awhile an kind of put this together. Will defiantly make the next one better! Promise! Please Review!