This is my first fanfiction so please go easy on it. If you like the story I'll keep chapters coming. If not keep it to yourself, please don't hate on it. If you find any errors, whether it be spelling, grammar or anything else please just let me know. I've been reading many of the fanfictions on this site but I just wanted to add my own to them.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Underland Chronicles or any of the characters, save the ones that I will be adding. Both the Underland Chronicles and the characters within belong to Suzanne Collins.
-Ssi
"They're going to look really bad. Just so you know." Gregor told the pale skinned girl before they turned the corner.
"I have seen many disturbing things, Gregor," she said.
"Okay, but the first time I saw Ares… I threw up," he said. "Your aunt told me people faint and stuff. It's a shock," he tried to inform her.
A flicker of doubt crossed her beautiful violet eyes, "Well, what can I do? I must see them."
"I don't know. Here, hang on to my hand, and if you feel sick or something, just, squeeze it," Gregor said.
The Underland girl looked down at their hands and intertwined her fingers with his. "Let us go then."
Rounding the corner they both caught site of Ares through the glass wall. He looked dreadful. He was covered in big purple bumps and most of his hair had fallen out. But Gregor still found himself grinning because his bat was actually out of the bed. "Hey, look, Ares is on his – ow!" the young queen had squeezed his hand so hard he was sure she'd broken at least three of his fingers. He turned to tell her to ease up and saw her pale white skin had turned an undeniably green tinge. "It's okay, Luxa. Really, he's a lot better than when I left."
She didn't speak. She just stood there, clutching his hand, her eyes taking in the ruin that was her friend.
Ares turned his poor wreck of a head in their direction revealing his torn neck. Blood spurted everywhere as he tried to speak.
Gregor felt Luxa's fingers slip through his own. "You killed him," she said in an ice cold voice. "You took Henry from me… and now you add his bond to your carnage."
Gregor tried to speak to defend himself but he couldn't.
"Who else will you kill to prove you are nothing more than a killer amongst killers?" her voice continued with the same ice cold consistency. "Will you kill me, Gregor?"
"No, Luxa," Gregor spun frantically trying to find her. "I would never kill you… I couldn't…"
"You already have," her voice softened to a whisper behind him.
Gregor turned quickly and saw Luxa standing mere inches behind him. A trail of blood ran from the side of her lips down to her chin. A single tear escaped the pull of her violet eyes and found its way down her cheek.
Gregor looked down and saw the dagger sticking deep into her stomach. His hand was wrapped around the stunning red jeweled hilt.
Luxa's body fell as Gregor tried to slow her. Kneeling beside her, Gregor cried, "I'm sorry, Luxa, I'm so sorry."
Luxa's eyes met Gregor's as she whispered in a hoarse voice. "I needed you… you left my home in ruin, and when I needed you the most, you left." Her beautiful violet eyes glazed over as Gregor howled out in pain.
Gregor's eyes slowly opened as he woke from his groggy state. He wondered if he was still out of it when his view began to clear. Lizzie was standing over his bed staring at him with concern.
"Gregor, are you ok?" she eyed him curiously.
"Yeah," he said sitting up. "What're you doing up here?"
"I was going to ask if I could borrow your calculator for a test today. I can't find mine."
Reaching into his backpack he found his calculator and pulled it out handing it to his sister.
Lizzie stood up to leave but hesitated, "you sure everything is okay? You kind of seemed restless while sleeping?"
"Yeah, I'm fine; it was nothing but a bad dream." Gregor tried to convince himself just as much as he was trying to convince her.
Gregor's sister leaned over his bed to give him a hug before leaving, "I hope you have a good day, Gregor." She said as she left to finish packing.
Gregor got out of bed and started with his morning routine. After showering and getting packed up he headed out to the bus stop grabbing an apple on the way.
"Hey Gregor!" he heard her voice behind him.
Gregor sighed. "Hi Zoey." Looks like I'll be running to school more often now, he thought to himself.
"I got to meet your sisters last night, they seem like goofballs," Zoey said.
"Yeah," Gregor said trying to avoid any more conversation than he had to.
"So how'd you get so- um- you know," Zoey stuttered.
"What?" Gregor shot her a confused look.
"Well, your sisters are just so exciting and goofy, where as you just seem annoyed with everyone… or just me?" Zoey gave him a slightly embarrassed look.
"I'm just not a very social person," Gregor replied.
Zoey gave him a peeved look, "I gathered that much, I meant why?" she said as the bus drove down the road towards them.
Gregor simple gave another one word response. "Cause."
"If you think that mysterious vibe is cool with the ladies, let me tell you now that's a lie," Zoey failed in trying to convince him.
"Okay, too bad for me," Gregor tried to end the discussion as he boarded the bus and walked to the back row sitting down.
"Okay, okay, I lied," Gregor nearly flinched as she sat down next to him.
"Look," Gregor said agitatedly, "don't you have anyone else you can sit with?"
Wrong thing to say, Zoey's gave him a hurt expression. "No, not really, my mom drove me yesterday because I was only there for the last half of the day, and of the two people I met one was a jerk trying to hit on me and the other was a super mysterious boy I'm still trying to figure out."
"Sorry," Gregor said, "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings or anything."
"Clearly," she retorted.
"No way!" Kyle laughed as he took a seat in front of Gregor and Zoey while turning to join in the conversation. "Gregor is talking to a girl! Someone needs to find me Newton, because someone just broke all the laws of physics!"
Great! Gregor thought, now he was cornered.
"Hi," Zoey extended her hand to Kyle, "I'm Zoey."
"Hello there, I'm Kyle. Gregor's more enthusiastic half," he smiled as he shook her hand. "And the answer is 'yes, he is always like that'."
"Nice to meet you," she smiled back, "seeing as Gregor won't tell me anything can you tell me why he's this grouchy?"
"Ah, well you see little lady, that's a riveting story if I do say so myself. It all started about four years ago." Kyle began the story as if they were all sitting around a campfire. "That's when Gregor moved here from New York!"
Zoey listened to the long pause before asking, "then what?"
"Then four years later, when his best friend had lost all hope for him he was seen on the bus sitting next to a pretty girl." Kyle said so matter of factly that even Gregor had to chuckle at it.
"Really?" Zoey scowled. "That's your story?" she said glaring between them.
"Hey, what can I say the guy's a closed book," Kyle said still laughing.
"You're his best friend and he doesn't even tell you anything about him?" Zoey seemed annoyed with this.
"Meh, he's a good listener and he doesn't interrupt me," Kyle grinned.
Zoey's interest seemed to start fading, "ugh, boys." Changing the topic Zoey looked back over to Gregor. "So, how's your cheek feeling?"
"What did you do to his cheek?" Kyle questioned.
"Seth," Gregor answered for her. "And it's fine," Gregor answered her previous question.
"You got in a fight?" Kyle seemed like his brain was overloaded. "Fights and girls, jez, who are you and what did you do with Gregor?"
"I didn't get into a fight, he just punched me."
"Why didn't you punch him back, you should've knocked him into next week?" Kyle asked as though Gregor was out of his mind.
"More trouble than it's worth," Gregor said looking out the window at the school coming into view.
Zoey seemed to be shifting awkwardly in her seat next to him as though she wished she hadn't brought it up.
Climbing out of the bus the trio started toward the main entrance of the high school. Zoey was struggling to read a small piece of paper that she had just pulled out of her backpack.
"Do either of you know where the band room is?" She asked Gregor and Kyle. "It's my first class and I don't really know how to get around the school yet."
Kyle just smiled while Gregor groaned. Yupp, looks like avoiding conversations wasn't going to remain as easy as it used to be, Gregor thought to himself.
"You're in luck," Kyle told Zoey. "We're heading there right now ourselves."
"Great!" Zoey smiled and Gregor got the uneasy feeling she had just began to consider herself a new member of their small clique.
Chapter 4. Those of you giving me feedback, thank you so much. I promise the story will start speeding up soon. Please rate and review. Any and all feedback is welcomed
-Ssi
