Hey guys!

I'm sorry about the last chapter, a few people told me it was a bit rushed and I totally agree with that so I'll try and bring back the details that made me fall in love with the original stories. I really appreciate the people who review my chapters and I read each review because they do help me write.

This time I would like to know what you want to see happen next, and feel free to point out any mistakes I make because I'm pretty sure there will be a few! Also, I realise I didn't add a disclaimer to the last two chapters so I'm adding one now, even though it's obvious.

Disclaimer,
I do not own the Underland Chronicles or any of the amazing characters Suzanne Collins has created, only the plot-line of this story and the characters I make up!

Now on with the chapter.

Chapter 3- Eyes in the darkness

Gregor was running at a pace that most 17-year-old boys would struggle to even start at. The sun had set and he had been thrown into darkness, this was no problem for him as he could 'see' everything around him but he knew his parents would be worried sick. As he was running an ambulance was tearing down the street at an alarming pace, he suddenly thought that something had happened at home and his feet were getting faster and faster. After 10 minutes the ambulance was back but going in the opposite direction, lights flashing and siren blaring.

Gregor had been running for over 20 maybe 30 minutes, but he finally saw his house appear about 50 meters ahead and quickened his pace. When he was just outside he saw that the front door was open and the lights were on. But the most concerning and worrying thing was.

There was blood on the ground. A lot of it.

And he knew who's it was.

Gregor's Dad's POV

He ran over to Grace's side and tried to stop the bleeding with his hands, It was no use, the blood was pouring over his fingers as if they weren't even there. He ran inside to the bathroom and looked everywhere for some sort of bandage, upon finding nothing he grabbed a mobile phone on the bench, probably Gregor's, and called 911.

"Hello, 911 please state the service you wish to contact." The calm female voice said on the other side of the line.

"A-ambulance" His voice was shakey and uncontrollable. The call was re-directed and another voice spoke through the phone.

"Please tell me your location and emergency" The man's voice was deep and even.

"F-french drive, Woodstock, V-virginia. My wife has been attacked and is losing a lot of blood" He managed to say the last part without a quiver.

"Are you safe where you are? Is anyone else with you?"

"Yes I'm safe, the attacker ran away and I'm with my daughters and my brother" Gregor's dad was able to speak clearly, then the dispatcher told him it's ok to hang up and that help will be with him soon. he knelt down beside Grace and told her that the ambulance would be here any minute and that she just neede to take deep, calming breaths.

Minutes later the ambulance was in front of the house and a team of smartly dressed professionals emerged from the doors, all of them wearing a white collared shirt and black pants. Two people, a male and a female jogged over to where he was kneeling, holding a stretcher and asked him if he could help them lift her up onto it.

"Three, two, one" Gregor's dad lifted her by the feet and gently carried her over to the stretcher on the ground. He held her hand and heard her whisper.

"Tell - your brother - and the - girls." Her words were so faint and her body was so weak that he couldn't help it but oblige. He ran inside the house and up the stairs to where his brother's room was and burst in, waking him up with a start.

"Michael! Wake up! I need you to tell the girls that Grace had an accident, we're going to the hospital now, I'll tell you more details later but when Gregor gets back, keep him at home." His words were so rushed but by the alarm on Michael's face, he could tell he had heard every single word.

"Is she gonna be ok?" was all that his brother could manage.

"Hopefully, I'll tell you when we get an update, but please make sure they all stay at home." He darted down the stairs, not bothering to shut the door and ran into the vehicle.

Gregor's POV

His feet stopped, and it felt like his heart did too. If his mom had died he was gonna find and kill the man who did it. Just then, his uncle appeared from around the door holding his sister's hands.

"Gregor!" his uncle dropped the girl's hands and ran to him, embracing him in a tight hug. "Gregor, you're okay"

"What happened?" his voice was shaking and so was his entire body "Is she gonna be okay? I can't let her die"

"She'll be ok and your dad told me to keep you here until further notice"

"To hell I am!" With that, he ran inside, found the keys to the pickup truck and ran back to the car. He got to the driver's side before his uncle held him back, fighting him off Gregor sat down in the car and started the engine. His uncle was determined though and opened the door to wrestle the keys off him, Gregor slapped his hand out of reach and placed his own on top of the keys as extra protection.

"Just - let - me - go" with one final push his uncle fell backwards and he shut the door and locked it. He saw Lizzie and Margeret run out of the house to help Michael, but by the time his uncle was standing, Gregor was already on the road.

And there goes the third chapter, I feel like I could've done better but I really couldn't stop myself from posting, the call was one of the few things that I actually had to research because I've never called 911 nor have anyone in my family who has.

I also made a mistake and originally posted this chapter without an author's note, I only realised it after I posted so I'm adding it now.

Just like before please take the time to review this chapter and tell me what you liked, what you didn't like and what I can improve on.

That's it for now!

C'ya later

-El Cerdo Solitario