He held the syringe in his hand, two fingers on the barrel and a thumb set to the end of the plunger, a small weapon that would take him one step closer to that guy. His breath was short and shallow, a continuous series of panting, tired from hauling her onto the top floor. Sweat dripped down his face and he held nothing but hatred and bloodlust in his eyes.

She glared up at him incredulously, how was this even possible? How could her own best friend, since childhood, be the same lunatic man standing before her? How could he have been so ruthlessto barge into her apartment and beat her to near-death? To drag her upstairs by the legs, to let her body impact against every inclination of each step? Yes, what she felt, what she saw was real, she had to process this a million times during the whole dilemma to actually believe it. This was him, this was the same boy she had comforted after he had broken up with Jack, the same boy she held when his parents died, the same boy who spilled all of his depression in the form of tears on her shoulder, the same boy whom she used to protect on every mission, the sameHiccup with his toothy smile and innocent face. She was his body guard, she was his guardian, his protector, what had she done to deserve this? This wasn't right, this was wrong, so disgustinglywrong.

Just about ready to attack, he regained consciousnesses for a moment, wondering if this was the right thing to do and if all of this was really worth the trouble, but his conscience split when Astrid shrieked below him,

"I'm not telling you!"

And she began to tumble herself up off the ground to reach for the fire alarm on the wall, the alarm that would ruin all of his plans and bring everyone out of their apartments in the floors below.

He mercilessly slammed his knee into her stomach, causing her breath to hitch harshly, and pinned her to the wall with his shoulder. He punctured her skin at the forearm and shoved the needle as deep as it would go, gripping her wrist with forceful squeeze as he injected the venom into her system, venom made with the help of Toothless and a handful other ingredients. She let out a strangled gasp, a gurgling sound. The ocean in her blue eyes began to die out as if fading away to pollution. Tears welled up in her dying stages, a mix of saliva and blood emitted form her purple lips, a water drop rolled down her cheek. And he smiled, a hysterical smile that welcomed her into his hell. And before the light left her completely, she choked painfully slow:

"two..thirty-five…"

She knew his intentions were bad, but even in the end she would always be faithful to her best friend no matter what. Her life flashed before her eyes, catching glimpses of Hiccup and herself as children: at the beach competing against each other on who dug the deepest hole, sitting on the edge of a fountain eating ice cream outside on a sunny day, celebrating Christmas under the lights on a tree that seemed to shine like stars in the dark, a warm emotion of home filled her soul. And she convinced herself that Hiccup hadn't been the one who killed her.

With a thud, her head fell against the wall and her lifeless body shifted to the cold tile ground. He broke out of his murderous trance, bewildered by how freely Astrid had passed on the information, the same info she refused to say when he first asked her in her own room.

"I'll look into that" he whispered before he stood completely, taking one last look at the beaten, bruised corpse he had just created. Blood stained his freckled face and hands, hardly visible on his black sweater and skinny pants. He lifted his sweater to reveal a small case and began unstrapping it from his body. After carefully unlocking it, he pressed on several buttons on a keyboard attached to the inside, creating a "beep" for every click. Finishing the job, he snapped the case shut and threw it beside the dead woman before he took his leave to the roof of the apartments.

As Hiccup stood on the edge of that same building, preparing himself to jump across to the next roof not too far away, he thought about the ultimate goal he had always kept in mind.

He wanted them to know. He needed them to know. He was determined now to let them know he meant business. He was after his 47th kill to their pack.

235.

Emma.

She was next, Jack's little sister was next. And if Jack doesn't stand up after that, he'd go after the whole administration.

Hiccup wouldn't stop until finally had Jack begging for mercy in his hands. He wouldn't stop until he got his revenge. Until Jack was as dead as his own parents.

He took a couple of steps back, ran towards the edge again, and jumped. The adrenaline rushed through his veins as he heard the explosion behind him. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to feel his body in midair, the lightness, the wind flowing through every strand of his hair and the smell of smoke and fire filling his nostrils. He almost smiled, but he let his features relax instead.

And he let himself imagine that it was Jack's body parts flying with the ashes that early morning at 2 AM.