Chapter 1: The Hiccup
Henry Harrison Haddock the third indeed was a strange case. He lacked basic social skills in almost every manner. So it came as no surprise to him he didn't have many friends. Merely acquaintances that he associates with on the occasional lunch period, or the free time in class.
But for what he lacked socially, he made up for in other areas. While not the most athletic student, he was certainly no slouch, in fact, he was quite the opposite.
Back at his old town, he was often reprimanded for not being a jock, choosing to spend his time learning in a quiet environment. In his time at Berkeley High, he only had his Brain and a single 'friend' to show for it. However this 'friend' as of late, fell under the same category as the others.
With the business of his family relocating into a city known as Arindale, he started to find comfort in such activities as fencing, and, strangely enough, racing. With his experience behind the wheel reaching past most amateur racers, and a few professionals, he seemed like his life was turning around. That was, until he was enrolled in the nearest public school. While district wise he was zoned for a private school, his father thought he would be better of with a normal high school experience.
As such, he found himself in this situation. No friends. No job. No crew. Nothing. Just left to his own devices.
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That boy won't stop staring at him.
They sit together in first block, but he never really had the chance to talk with him. With the sudden interest of his new found stalker, he turned to his brief case, and promptly left.
He had no desire to be watched after all, so what would be the purpose of staying. Seated in the exact point in which someone would do exactly what he didn't want.
'He won't stop following me. It's getting creepy now. He's been following me since I left the Mess Hall. Should I call the police? Should I stand and confront him? Does he know about the Crew!?I never told anybody about them, I was never ashamed, but I didn't want it to follow me. Could he have been in that town? Did he want some kind of revenge?'
'I need to leave. I need to go immediately. This guys just won't leave me alone!'
They kept at pace straight ahead. Finally the stalker seemed to get the picture and turn in the other direction.
"God. That was creepy. I really hope he doesn't know about the Crew."
You see, with his new found...skills, he found that he could help others using such skills. Along the way, others asked to join him.
The called themselves 'The Whispering Deaths'.
He never considered them friends, at least, not the original members. They were so much more than that. They were family. Comfort. Home.
When his Family business was announced to him, he told The Crew. Needless to say, they were saddened, but not resentful. They all have him a heartfelt farewell and he appointed the new leader.
He knew his choice was right in the end.
He would never regret his time in 'The Whispering Deaths' but he really wasn't going to go around bragging.
He had the occasional recognition in some situations, but he never liked the attention. He did what he did because he wanted too. He didn't need to be thanked or recognized for it.
Anyway, after that crazy encounter he trotted down to his next class, hoping to be early and get to his seat. He walked without much of a problem. Not a disturbance on the way there.
The English class passed without a hitch. Mostly there sitting back and finding that the teachers logic was flawed.
'Whatever. The lesson is over with anyway. Time to go home." Haddock thought to himself.
Then it hit him. The same feeling from before.
This girl was staring at him.
And she didn't seem to be stopping anytime soon.
Great. Just what he needed. Disturbances.
As soon as then bell rang, he had his stuff in hand and darted out of the room, hopefully to avoid both stalkers that he had gained today.
Rounding the stairs, he decided to be a little careful on them.
A wise decision as the person who was following them slipped and hit her head.
"...ouch..."
Well, next time, why not slow down? There's less of a chance at falling if you do so." Henry responded while gathering her stuff handing to her, and promptly leaving.
"Wait!" He heard behind him, but he just kept walking. Not feeling comfortable about the situation.
Linebreak
Finally. Home. A place where all his worries of stalkers and crazy people went away.
That is, until he heard a knock at the door.
"Hello?" He heard a voice from outside the door.
"I already met our lord and savior Jesus Christ. We met a while ago. I don't need another meeting. Me and him are pretty cool." Henry said casually.
"I'm not a Mormon missionary . But very funny Hiccup."
Hiccup? There's only a few people who use that nickname. Three of them live in this town and two of them won't be back till the end of the month.
He opened the door to find a relatively tall fellow, with light blond hair and a large stature.
"Hello Kristof. No offense, but how did you find my house." Hiccup asked as politely as he could.
"Followed the car from school. We don't live too far from each other actually. I was just checking up on you. You only moved in two weeks ago, and I didn't want you to feel...well...left -out. or. anything." Kristof stumbled
"Yeah. I haven't really gotten settled yet. Thanks for stopping by." Henry tried excusing the larger man out of the door. But while Kristof was as awkward as Henry, he was just as persistent as his girlfriend.
"Not yet. I wanted to invite you to a get together with me and my friends? It would be really cool to have you there. And really fun." Kristof was starting to stammer again.
"I don't know. I don't really know anybody but you. I'll think on it though." Hiccup replied, trying to be as polite and carful as possible as to not offend him.
"Okay. Well if you make a decision, go four houses down. Take a right. And I'm the second house on the right. And here's my cell number."
After exchanging numbers, and talking a bit more, Kristof took his leave and journeyed back home.
"Hmm. I'll think on this one."