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AN: This will be my first attempt with POV's. Also, sorry for deleting the other Fighting for a Reason, the premise and the small storyline I had with it had too many issues, plot holes and other sorts, and wouldn't have made much sense. This… new whatever this is fixes all that.
Chapter One : Fighting for a Reason
Astrid was facing her opponent. Ghost, he never showed his face, never spoke, and always knew where, or how, to hit. The match started and the two fighters bowed, then stepped into the ring. 'No turning back,' Astrid thought. She began to size up her opponent, seeing that he was vulnerable she planned a quick jab and a side kick.
Hiccup knew Astrid from high school, and the city precinct. He thought to himself, 'Of course they just had to put me with the girl that has anger issues…' She lunged at him with a jab poised to strike, he sidestepped catching her wrist and then using his free hand to block an incoming kick. He blocked her foot, and felt her growing frustrated. Deciding to end it, and swinging her around so her side was to him for a split second, he struck a pressure point underneath her shoulder, making her arm temporarily paralyzed. Astrid tried punching him with her good arm, but the punch was sloppy, and off balance. Seeing an opening to commence his finisher, he reached out to her paralyzed arm, ducking to dodge a high kick, he pulled her paralyzed towards him, with her body following. With an open palm, he struck her diaphragm. A quick gasp told him he hit the right spot, while she was stunned, he slipped behind her, ready to press down on the pressure point of her neck, to make her go unconscious.
Feeling what he was doing, Astrid thought of something quickly, she whipped around for another quick jab, she hit his side, and she felt satisfied until she felt a grip on her collarbone.
Hiccup finally had a grip on the pressure point, clamping down he cut off the blood flow, effectively putting her to sleep. He lowered her to the ground, and then stood up straight. He stepped back, and nodded to the referee, signaling that the match was over.
Astrid groaned as her vision slowly returned. Blinking her eyes a few times, she noticed she was laying down at the edge of the ring, beside Ghost. "What are you still doing here?" She snapped at him.
He turned his head, and behind the two eye slits of his mask she saw forest green eyes filled with dulled emotions. Hiccup sighed, remembering that he would not break character, and pointed at his eyes, then to the ring, where two more fighters were dueling.
"You're watching them?" She asked. He nodded, and gestured vaguely in between his eyes and his brain. "You're learning from them." She guessed. Hiccup nodded again. His stomach growled. "And now you're hungry." He nodded again, and got up to go to the vending machines.
000 Vague monologue that's at the beginning of nearly every story. 000
This is Berk, a coastal city on the eastern seaboard. This city has been here for many generations, all the way back when Nordic immigrants came to the United States. That being said, many people here have stubbornness issues. Don't get me started with the pests, unlike mice… actually we deal with them too… but the main pests are the street gangs. They fight because they can, and that the police don't bother to stop them.
That's where I come in, typically, one may say I'm a hellspawn or a demon, but really I'm trying to do the right thing. Outside the law, with no boundaries. Sure I've caused severe injuries, enough to land people in hospitals for weeks, but other than that I'm completely harmless.
I run around at night beating the crap out of gangsters, and during the day I work at Gobber's auto shop, and sometimes I get hired temporarily as a consultant for the city precinct, where I'm known by my nickname : Useless. I'm probably the smartest one there except for Frank.
That massive hulking figure of a man with the red beard who's also the police chief…. That's my dad, Chief Stoick Haddock. They say when he was a baby he stopped a bank robbery by himself.
I'm the opposite of him in nearly every aspect, but I got my stubbornness from him so needless to say we argue, a lot. Most of the time, it's about mom, or the police academy, or how he's so disappointed in me that I wasn't like him.
Our last argument was over my alter-ego, Night Fury. I don't trust easy anymore, and so far only three people know my secret. I attended San Fransokyo university since I wanted to get out of Berk for a while. During my studies, and with the help of a friend, I designed a phone that could essentially target and neutralize or hack nearly any nearby electronic device with the tap of a finger.
I guess I should get down to what I do at night, you see, for the past… actually for my whole life, Berk's crime rate has been growing. My mom and I were planning to move to a safer city, like San Fransokyo or Burgess, but she was murdered when I was a kid. And then when I was a tiny bit older, he left me with Gobber, the duel prosthetic meathead in the auto shop that treated me more of a son than my actual father did. He taught me all kinds of stuff, metalworking, leatherworking, and the stuff he didn't teach me, he helped me with anyways, like boxing and keeping my fishbone of a body in shape.
Of course, I have other routines that occur primarily at night that also keep me active, so that's a plus. Am I fighting for a reason? Yes. Are my methods frowned upon? Sometimes.