Alright, this is my first fanfic, and I hope that it will be really good. This idea has been swimming in my head for quiet a while before I got the guts to go with it. Please rate and review so I know what exactly I'm doing wrong.

Disclaimer: UGh! I don't own the Underland Chronicles. This story maybe mine, but the actual series is owned by Mrs. Collins.

Gregor and the Rise of Cannibal

Chapter One: "They'll Be Here Soon."

Deep in the dark, unforgiving Uncharted Lands, a castle stood. While it was once fit for a king to live in, the crumbling cobblestone and smeared blood was far from royal. A tall and muscular person walked towards it, half carrying and half dragging corpses of a dark haired gnawer and human. The ends of his fingers, which curved into long vicious claws, were covered with blood. His mouth, which was slick with it too, and had jaws filled with carnivorous teeth that would have kept a T-Rex at bay, twisted into a sickening grin. His pale eyes, that took the word uncomfortable to new heights, were expressing sadistic glee.

He climbed the steps, walked down torn hallways and gore-covered corridors that eminated neglect and decay. Fresh air was practically a distant memory, for everyithing smelled of blood.

He dropped his burdens on the dinning room floor. Looking one last time at the carcasses, he got to work rending the meat and eating freely. Slicing through the gnawer carcass and tearing away huge wads of flank, he took his sweet time eating. When finished with the gnawer, he tore through the human. Gulping the heart and leaving only the bones as an indication of the atrocities that took place.

Licking his lips and fingers, he walked to the only sanitarily acceptable room in the building: the bedroom. As he walked, the grotesque elements to his anatomy receded. His claws at his hands and feet made some sort of sucking sound as it went back into his skin. His teeth were shattered and replaced by normal ones. His jet black hair turned a snow white. As of now, he looked, for all the world, like a normal Overlander boy. He easily reached six feet, had a stocky build, and overly handsome to say the least.

Once inside the bedroom, he fell on the bed exhausted. Staring at the ceiling, hundreds of thoughts went by in his amazingly intelligent mind. One of which was placed at a high priority.

"They'll be here soon," he said to no one in particular, "I'll need to be ready." And with a seemingly benevolent laugh, he went to sleep.