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


Gregor thought quickly as the rats closed in on them. These weren't war scarred rats or anything, however Gregor was unarmed and as fast as he was, he wasn't sure punching a six foot tall rat would get the job done. Gregor spun in place ushering the girl into the museum behind him.

"Hide," Gregor told the younger girl as Iris tried to hover away from the door. In seconds the rats entered the door and blocked the only exit from the museum.

On second thought, Gregor, you picked the wrong place to run, he thought to himself. Gregor looked around the museum trying to take stock in everything on the shelves. What he needed was some kind of weapon, some Overland weapon in the room. The rats surrounded him. God, where was root beer when you really needed it.

"Hey, Gashgulp, what do you call a human rager with no weapon?" the rat on his right sneered.

"I dunno, what do you call him?" Gashgulp questioned from Gregor's front.

"Dead meat!" the first rat answer and proceeded to laugh hysterically.

"Really?" Gregor asked still scanning the room, "Dead meat? That's the absolute best you can come up with?"

At this Gashgulp began to laugh as the first rat growled. "Silence him," He barked as he lunged at Gregor.

Gregor ducked under the rat's claw and rolled to the side. Catching out of the corner of his, Gregor saw the third rat sprinting at him and spinning to reveal his claws aimed at Gregor's leg. Gregor leapt over the attack and nearly straight into one of the rat's tails. Grabbing the tail, Gregor pulled himself towards the giant rat and dug his steel toed boot directly into the soft skin under his front leg.

The rat howled in pain and just became angrier, barraging a flurry of swipes in Gregor's direction. Using this to his advantage Gregor ducked under one of the attacks and slide under Gashgulp's shoulder. This caused the angered rat to claw a chunk of skin off of Gashgulp's front leg. In annoyance Gashgulp slammed the back of his paw into the other rat's face knocking him back.

Taking the distraction where it came, Gregor sprinted towards one of the shelves and grabbed a can of bug spray, pulling off its cap. Gregor spun to see the rats focused back on him. As the first rat lunged at Gregor, he retaliated by sending a stream of bug spray directly into the beast's eyes. The rat screamed and swung blindly at Gregor.

Gregor jumped into the air and dug his boot into the rat's shoulder to vault over the six foot tall animal. Leaping over the other two rats, Gregor unloaded the can into their eyes as best as he could. Neither was hit as badly as the first. When Gregor landed, he felt Gashgulp's claws dig into his left bicep leaving three clean, diagonal gashes from his elbow to his shoulder.

Gregor dropped the bug spray and rolled to the side to avoid any more hits. Luck didn't seem to be with him because mid-roll Gregor felt one of the rats' tails collide with his side and sent him sliding across the floor. Gregor was lying next to the younger girl who was still hiding behind one of the shelves now.

The rats launched themselves, again, at the two of them as Gregor put himself directly in front of the girl to protect her. Gregor braced himself for the attack but it never came. Iris swooped in as best as she could to knock the rats' off balance but ended up colliding into the leader of the pack. Gashgulp rolled Iris onto her back and readied his claw for a killing strike.

In between Gregor and Iris was a small stone table with even more fancy Overland artifacts. For the first time in the fight Gregor felt like luck was on his side, because on the corner of the table lay a handheld taser.

Gregor jumped forward grabbing the Overland weapon and leaped between Iris and Gashgulp, who immediately changed his target to the ex-warrior.

Gregor hoped to any deity listening that the taser sill had working batteries, or whatever power source it used, as he plunged the device into the underbelly of Gashgulp and held down the button forcefully.

Gashgulp seized in pain and howled in agony before jumping back and bolting out of the museum without looking back. Gregor pushed the button again to show the glowing stream of electricity, between the two prods, off to the remaining rats. The rats retreated behind their leader before Gregor dropped the taser and turned to Iris.

"You, ok?" he asked her simply.

"Ok? If it was not for you I assume I would be dead, so 'ok' may be a qualifying statement." Iris chuckled.

"Eh, you saved us first," Gregor said motioning to the girl. Gregor ripped off the sleeve of his shirt and tied it around his bicep to use as a makeshift bandage. "Are you ok?" Gregor asked the younger girl who was still breathing heavily with her eye's wide.

The girl gulped and nodded quickly. "Good, Iris can you please get her up to high hall? If there's something going on that'll probably be the safest place." Gregor returned his attention to the white bat.

"I can do that," Iris paused, "what about you?"

"I need to find out what happened."

"What about your injury? Should you not get that checked?" Iris asked.

"I'll get it checked the moment I know everything is ok," Gregor answered before turning back towards the door and exiting the museum.

Gregor sprinted down the halls towards where the rats had originally come from. Weaving his way through the empty halls, Gregor could still hear the screams echoing throughout the palace.

Gregor turned the corner of one of the halls and in less than a second realized where he was. The thick wooden door lay in the middle of the hall, completely unhinged from the doorway and extremely scratched up.

Gregor carefully walked over to the doorway and looked into the prophecy room. Gregor clicked his tongue for a better look and saw the room was completely gone. The walls and ceiling had crumbled into pebbles and shards leaving the walls bare of the carvings they once had. A giant tunnel bore into the floor of the room, Gregor knew this must've been how the rebels had gotten in. But rats couldn't pull this off. No, something bigger than rats were needed to tunnel through the palace. The Diggers must've been involved in this as well.

Gregor was about to leave before something else caught his eye. The shards of rock from the back wall weren't the same as the others. Gregor grabbed a torch from the hallway and stepping into the room to investigate.

Along what used to be the back wall the broken prophecies were not made of rock, Gregor thought it must've been made of clay of some kind or something similar because the back was discolored from the rest of the walls. When Gregor approached what was left of the wall, the torchlight shone upon a flat wall in the back that was completely unharmed.

Gregor nearly swore as he saw the words carved out upon the surface of the real back wall. A single prophecy was dug unto the middle of the wall, and it looked rather familiar to Gregor considering its first couple lines…

...

To the Warrior you gave my blade,

By his hand your fate did sway.

Though the gears of war began to fade,

Such times were not destined to stay.

...

When the Monster's body was torn,

And the Warrior left, not to return,

Gnawers and Killers both did mourn.

Thus true peace indeed was born.

...

Within Regalia grows new threat,

The notion of peace has it upset.

For the Warrior you need not send.

The time has passed for him to ascend.

...

Now he must leave Death's warm embrace,

Or suffer the Underland as the last of his race.

Will your hero find new light?

Or join in the everlasting fight?

...

You cannot let this madness spread,

Or like the Peacemaker, your love shall fall dead.

For this I am truly sorry, Gregor.

But, some nightmares last forever.

...

Gregor swore to the words carved by the sadistic maniac. Gregor hated Sandwich, he truly loathed the leader of the tribe brought to the Underland. Gregor wanted no part in his prophecies. He didn't believe in the mad man. Or at least he didn't want to.

In their own messed up way however every single one of the prophecies had come true. Wait, Gregor noticed for the first time. Did he just call me out by name?

Without a doubt Gregor loathed Sandwich. The cold hearted prophet closed himself into a room for days at a time to think of ways to make Gregor's life hell. Did he make the prophecies come true? Gregor thought, or did he just watch them unfold? Gregor wasn't sure and quite honestly didn't care because his heart hadn't beat since he has read that line…

Or like the Peacemaker, your love shall fall dead.

That was the line that stopped his heart. Ripred was the so-called Peacemaker; that, Gregor knew for sure. Who was Ripred's love though? Gregor thought back to his last time here when he had listened to his mentor talk about Hamnet's battle that had left both Ripred's mate and pups dead. But then who was Gregor's love?

He tried to think hard of anyone else that could be considered his love. But Gregor knew there was only one person in the world he loved.

Gregor stumbled as he tried to walk out of the room to look for Luxa. Gregor sprinted down the hallways trying his hardest to think of where Luxa was. Last he had seen her she walking away from him… towards where? Her room? No, she wasn't walking anywhere towards her room. Then where did she go?

The counsel room! Gregor triumphed at his realization. That was the only room anywhere near where he had talked to her. That must be it… he hoped.

Gregor sprinted down the hallways as fast as he could; leaping over unconscious and dead bodies as he ran towards what he hoped was Luxa. Gregor skidded to a stop and rounded the door leading into the counsel. His heart stopped.

Around the room Gregor could see a half dozen council members dead on the ground, bloody and recently departed from the world.

Standing in the middle of the room was a tall muscular figure cloaked in black with his cape draped over his left shoulder. Vellac's dark red hair glowed in the torchlight of the room. His arm lowered revealing the long bloodstained dagger at his side. Gregor heard the clang of metal as a sword dropped to the ground from behind Vellac's frame.

Gregor's heart stopped beating. His veins began to crystalize as all the heat left his body. Gregor couldn't divert his eyes as he saw her appear from behind Vellac.

Gregor could do nothing at all as he watched Luxa fall…lifeless to the stone floor.


There is Chapter 12. I feel there's nothing more i can say about this chapter. Seeing as I posted two chapters in two days, everyone is fine if i wait a couple weeks before the next chapter right? Feel free to give me your thoughts on the chapter in a review. Thank you to everyone who reviewed my last few chapters, they're really helpful! Thank you! Please rate and review. Any and all feedback is welcomed.

-Ssi