Gregor lay, sprawled on his bed, listening to Welcome to my Life, by Simple Plan, absolutely despising his second half.

The rager half.

Gregor had left school about a half hour early, but he didn't think anybody cared. In fact, Gregor assumed that they were actually glad he had left early.

When Gregor had arrived home, he was met with the typical, "Oh hi! How are you darling? Did you enjoy your first day of school?," from his parents, and he simply nodded in response, saying he was well. He thought, and hoped his parents had not found out about his incident at school, and, when they didn't say anything, he assumed they had not. Thank god, he would not be able to deal with the conversation that would arise because of that right now. Gregor could still feel his blood bubbling, the rager still not fully gone.

Gregor had been about to go into his "room," when it happened.

The phone rang.

Many thoughts started rushing through his head.

"NO! THEY'LL FIND OUT ABOUT SCHOOL!" The kind, more peaceful Gregor was saying.
"Relax," the Rager said, in its deep, snakelike voice. "You'll be fine, and even if it is the school calling your parents, we can just kill them."
"What?! No! They're my parents! I can't hurt them." The nice Gregor said.
"Oh yes we can!"
"You mean you can! I can't, and won't."
"Heh heh heh," the Rager started laughing." We'll see about that, now won't we?"

Gregor still wasn't sure which side had won the conversation.

His mother had picked up the phone, a big smile on her face. But sadly, after only a few seconds, that smile turned into a look of horror. And it was directed towards Gregor.

Kings Fork was definitely calling.

"I-I see." Gregors mother, Grace, had said. "Why, yes, we understand. Oh, uh, ye-yes. We can, we can take him." Pause. "Okay, we will. Good day to you as well." His mother had set the phone down, and then sat in the nearest chair. She was stunned. She just stared at Gregor in fear, fear of what he had done. Suddenly, that fear turned to sadness. And then, anger.

"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!? YOU COULD HAVE KILLED THOSE BOYS!" Grace had screamed, tears flying from her face. Well, at least it was good to know he hadn't killed Corey. Lucas, on the other hand . . . "YOU! YOU! . . . ARGH! I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH YOU! THAT . . . THAT, PLACE RUINED US! IT, It Ruined our family . . . it ruined you . . ." Grace had started to weep, shoulders shaking, head in her hands. One part of Gregor was extremely sad, the other . . .

It was laughing.

Gregor was trying desperately not to, trying to keep his mask intact, but he just couldn't help himself! It was hilarious! Poor thing, bawling her eyes out! Gregor had never seen anything funnier!

Gregor was clutching his stomach, laughing uncontrollably. The whole family had come out of their respective rooms, and were staring at Gregor in shock. He had seen the scared look in his sisters' eyes. The understanding, anger and nervousness on his fathers face. Uncle Tom was outside, feeding the horses, so he wasn't in the room at the moment. But Gregor was sure he would be arriving inside shortly, and when he did . . . well, he'd probably be scared out of his wits.

"Wh-why are you laughing?" His mother hissed, face drenched.

"It's just so freakin' FUNNY!" Gregor had responded, tears of laughter coming to his eyes.

"You . . . monster . . ." Grace said. Gregor could see the sadness in her eyes. He had let her down, well, the rager did. But she didn't know about his other half! Everybody had kept his being a rager a secret from her, but Gregor guessed she would be finding out about soon enough. "Go . . . go t-to your ro-room." She weeped. Gregor had obliged, throwing his hands up, walking to his attic, chuckling to himself, giddy with joy.

And now, and hour later, his was anything but.

Gregor hated himself, and was pretty sure his family felt the same. His dad would probably be understanding, but still angry. His sister Boots would be horrifyed, and Lizzie, even more so. Uncle Tom may not know what was actually going on, but he Gregor knew he would be terrified, and would probably want him out of the house. Gregors mom though . . .

Yup. She hated him.

Every now and then, Gregor would have a little spasm of laughter, but they eventually subsided. Gregor had had enough of this rager thing, he despised that part of him. It was like that movie, Me, Myself, and Irene. Gregor was Me. The Rager was Myself. And Humanity was Irene. Gregor was peaceful, but the Rager deep within him was evil. It was a dangerous, mean, and horrendous creature. Gregor just wanted to be normal, be loved by humanity, not loathed by it!

Gregor didn't think anything could make his life worse -
And then it got worse.

The largest, most detailed, fantasy yet, invaded Gregors mind. It was all he could think about!

Gregors dad had come knocked on Gregors "door," just to let him know he was there, he didn't actually enter. He was afraid, and Gregor didn't blame him. Gregors father had started speaking through his door.

"Uh, son. I am afraid you've been suspended for two weeks." His father said. No figure. Gregor had expected as much. "And, Gregor I just want to say that I love you. So, so much. But, uh, the school suggested it, and Grace and I agree. We are sending you to mental therapy." As soon, as he said this, Gregor heard him lock the door from outside, and then dash away. For a good reason, too! Therapy? THERAPY?! Who did his parents think they were?! His parents!? . . . oh, wait, Gregor guessed they actually were, but still! He didn't need therapy, he needed the Underland!

Gregor was furious, his rager side almost in full throttle, but with nothing to punch. And without anything to physically hurt, it decided to try causing mental pain. To what, you may ask?

Gregors mind.

At first, there were only a few fantasies, entering Gregors head very slowly. They were simply things, just punching, kicking, a few bloody noses. They were probably the least intense fantasies yet! But then, they started getting worse, and worse, Gregors twisted mind was creating thousands by the second! It was like watching millions of horror movies in a row, but you couldn't pause, or look away from the screen. It's very hard to, especially when the screen, is your own brain.

But, as terrible as the nightmare-fantasies were, nothing was as bad as the final, most intricate, and detailed one. It made Gregor wretch. If it was even possible, Gregor thought he was more scared of himself than before! The whole thing went down like this.

Gregor was walking down the halls of Kings Fork High. Everybody was staring at him, what were they looking at anyway?! Its not like Gregor was an alien, he was a normal human! Well, sort of.

A boy with dirty blonde hair and yellow eyes walked up to Gregor, held out his hand, and smiled, introducing himself as Jason Fletcher. Gregor took Jason's hand, and shook it. Unlike Lucas, Jason didn't try to break Gregors hand. Too bad, Gregor wanted a reason to hurt somebody. Oh well, he guessed he would just have do it the old school way.

No reason, no mercy.

Gregor gripped Jasons hand in a bone crushing squeeze, and could hear and feel the bones breaking.

"AHH! What the heck are you doing?!" Jason said. Gregor could hear the anger in his voice. It made him smile.

People had come over now, and were staring at Gregor in shock and horror. Again with the staring!? It made Gregor so angry! They needed to learn a lesson, all of them!

It was school, after all.

Gregor took Jason's arm, and started to pull. Jason yelped in pain. The students, and now a few teachers, were closing in, trying to stop Gregor. But he did not want to be stopped. This would have to work quickly if Gregor wanted his plan to succeed. Gregor pulled again, harder this time! He heard something pop. Jason was in tears now, screaming in agony. The third time, Gregor pulled, but not in a quick, powerful yank. Gregor went very slowly, with tremendous strength behind his pull. Gregor could now feel, the tendons popping, flesh being pulled away from flesh. With one final yank, Jason's arm was ripped free of his torso. Jason crumpled to the floor, a hideous sight to behold. He would probably die if he didn't get medical attention soon. Oh well. Gregor didn't steal his arm just to hurt him.

Gregor stole it, because now . . .

He had a weapon.

Gregor held the arm-sword out in front of him, holding the bicep part of it. He started to swing, and slash, and slaughter everybody he possibly could. While, granted, he was basically just slapping people, one good, powerful stroke to the head, could knock somebody out. And then, of course, a few kicks could leave them dead, or close to it.

For the third time today, Gregor abandoned his mask, and started to laugh, shoulders shaking. His grin covered nearly half his face. The few remaining conscious people stared at Gregor in terror, horrified by what he was doing.

Again? Again with the staring!? Oh . . . OH! Grr, Gregor would surely teach them a thing or two about staring.

"Did you know that it is rude to stare, hmm?" Gregor said, in a deep, serpentine voice. Wait, that wasn't Gregors normal voice. It was the Ragers voice! "Maybe you need to learn a thing or two about it. Go get an education, fools. Go to . . . SCHOOL!" Rager Gregor started cracking up, even harder than before! And with that, he abandoned his arm (Jason's arm, not his own), and rushed towards the final survivors. He took the emergency axe and fire-spray from the display case on the wall. You were only supposed to use them if it was an emergency, or if you were in danger. Now, while this didn't really qualify Rager Gregor, both applied to the few children left. Gregor threw the spray at one of the child's heads, knocking her out. Then he cut down two boys right where they were standing. And, finally, he threw the axe at a girl who was trying to run away, an hit her square in the back. Heh heh, he should enter an axe-throwing competition! He'd hit every human target!

But, just then, probably the worst part of this whole nightmare, dream, fantasy thing, was when his family walked through the doors, and saw what he had done.

Rager Gregor was drenched in blood, and was holding an equally bloody axe. Makes you wonder. There were dead humans everywhere, surrounding him. Makes you wonder. Rager Gregor was grinning, laughing his eyes out. Makes you want to run away and hide.

Rager Gregors back had been turned to his family, but when he turned around, giddy, and full of glee, all of that happiness was immediately replaced with guilt, and shame.

The shocked, horrified looks on his family was enough to make him die right then and there, but he decided not to. Someday, when he old enough, he would return to the Underland, and then live a peaceful (well, as peaceful as can be) life there, and then die a happy man. Killing himself right now would be the opposite of all of that. Dream or no dream.

His family started to slowly turn away, trying to escape Rager Gregors wrath, but he didn't want them to leave! He needed to talk to somebody!

"Wait!" Gregor called out. The real Gregor. He started running towards his family, about to embrace them. But then the Rager took control again.

The next part was a blur, a daze! Gregor faintly recalled hearing screams, pleads, laughs, and seeing blood. Blood, everywhere.

And when Gregor came to, his family lay dead before his feet.

Gregor screamed.

AUTHORS NOTE:

And there is chapter four. Dark, yes I know, but it is necessary for some future things I have planned. Combining the wonderful reviews I got from a few select people (Koipbuiop, inferno746, and Melissa Waters), I have decided to go with suspension, and when Gregor goes back to school, him being met with fear and questions from his peers. The next chapter will be his first therapy lesson, and after that, it will be his first day back at school. Phew, one day at school and you already get suspended? If I was the head-of-school there, I would expel Gregor, especially for he had done to get suspended! That won't happen though . . . maybe . . . I'm not really sure where I'm going with this . . . ANYWAY! I'm going to go watch tv and eat pancakes, so for the meantime, Cya'll later meh peeps,

Rotting Hood, out!