Fall Chapter 1, a how to train your dragon fanfic

Disclamer: don't own the characters of How To Train Your Dragon, or the song easier to run by Linkin park

Hiccup held his face in his hands, as he stared at the ground, sitting on the edge of the bed. He had killed the red death. But still, he felt empty. Empty and useless. He had nearly gotten Astrid killed this time. It was so cold.

It's easier to run
Replacing this pain with something long
It's so much easier to run
Replace all this pain here all alone

Hiccup shivered, and looked around. Toothless wasn't there… Good. Hiccup stood up and rolled his sleaves. If Toothless was here… Hiccup wouldn't be able to do what he was about to do. He rolled up his sleeves. He took out a single sheet of paper, and grabbed a charcoal pen. He sat down, and started to write. "Dear Dad…."

Something has been taken from deep inside of me
The secret I've been locked away where one could never see
look so different, never show,
They never go away
Like moving pictures in my head

"I'm sorry. I know what a bother I was… I noticed, of course, it was hard not to, how you cast your glares my way. How, even in times of silent peace, you still bored into my skin with your eyes, hate seeming to radiate from your very being. I know you hated me. I know, that I was annoying

the hiccup, who would never be a proper Viking. You were right. I never did. I don't know what I was thinking. I'm sorry dad. I wrote this to you, because, even though I know you hate me, I love you. Sincerely, Hiccup." Hiccup set the paper down and put the letter in an envelope, which was set on top of the desk. Hiccup walked to his dresser, and pulled out a razor. He tested it on his finger. "It's just sharp enough…"

If I could change I would
Take all the pain I would
Retrace every wrong move that I made I would
If I could stand up and take the blame I would
If I could take all the shame and the pain I would
If I could change I would
Take all the pain I would
Retrace every wrong move that I made I would
If I could stand up and take the blame I would
I would take all the shame and blame

Hiccup sat on the floor, He made the first cut across the middle of his fore arm. He watched the blood flow, bright red liquid, glittering in the shallow light, dripping onto the floor with a gentle pip sound. The crimson puddle grew on the floor, and Hiccup made another slice on his arm, savoring every second of the pain, which he completely deserved. He needed to suffer, had to suffer. If he didn't…What type of son would he be? Not that he had ever been a very good one. Always putting the village in danger, always putting himself in danger, never thinking about the consequences of what he was doing. 'Pip. Pip. Pip.'

It's easier to run replacing this pain with something long
It's so much easier to run
Replace all this pain here all alone

Some things I remember but thought the soul bypassed
Bringing back these memories I wish I didn't have
Sometimes I think I'm letting go and never looking back
I never really thought so, I never realized?

The blood flowed freely from every single cut he made. He sliced right over old scars, watching them split slowly open and once again release their caches of the dark maroon substance. Hiccup licked it

off his razor, wishing it was poison that could kill him instantaneously. Much to his disappointment, it wasn't. Hiccup dragged the knife along his skin, each cut going further down his arm. Further towards his wrist. Further towards the end. " I wonder… How much easier everyone's life will be… I mean… If I'm not here… They'd all be so happy… So, free…" Hiccup looked up when he heard a frantic scratching on his door. Toothless was scratching on the door, trying desperately to get it, to get in and save his best friend from doing something that couldn't be reversed.

Toothless ran out of the house to find the one person who could save his friend. His father, Stoick the Vast

Stoick had just finished working in the fields, and was on his way back to his house, when a frantic dragon rammed into him. He glared at the dragon. "Toothless what's the matter?" Toothless nervously flapped his wings as if trying to tell the Stoick something. He pulled at Stoick's cape, urging him to follow him. Stoick finally gave in and followed the night fury to his home.

When they reached his house the stench of blood hit him hard, Stoick took off running as fast as he could, with Toothless struggling to keep up with him. He knew something was wrong with his son. He prayed that Hiccup wasn't dead.

Just watch it in the sun
All of the helplessness as I've
Pretending I don't feel misplaced
It's so much simpler to change

It's easier to run replacing this pain with something long
It's so much easier to run
Replace all this pain here all alone

Hiccup smiled, his first real smile in a long time. It stretched across his face, and his heart felt like it was finally at peace. His wrist. That was all that was left. Just a simple sweeping cut, and everything would be right in the world. Because he knew, and he figured that everyone else knew, that the world would be much better off without Hiccup Haddock in it. The savior of dragons.. no, The fool. The one who thought he could save dragons, when his own soul was broken. The one who caused his father so much trouble. The fool. The fool who deserved to die, the fool who didn't belong anymore.

Hiccup took the blade, and made the decsive cut across his wrist. Deep, and penetrating to the bone. Hiccup watched, with morbid fascination, with utter glee, as his life spilled out onto the floor in front of him, a dark crimson lake of finality. Hiccup sighed. It was over. Then there was the pounding.

Stoick was breathing heavily by the time he got to Hiccup's door, but that didn't stop him. He immidiently starting pounding on the door with all his strength. "HICCUP, OPEN THE DOOR! OPEN IT NOW! PLEASE, SON, I'M BEGGING YOU, OPEN THE DOOR! OPEN IT NOW! LET ME IN! PLEASE! PLEASE!" Stoick was worried, his heart aching, and he was afraid that Hiccup had already made the cut that would most likely prevent him from letting Stoick in, even if he wanted to. Stoick threw his whole body against his son's door and smashed it open. Hiccup was sitting, nearly dead, in a pool of blood. It was all Stoick could do to not scream. He ran over to Hiccup. "Son? Hiccup, talk to me. Please, say something. Anything. Hiccup? Hiccup?" Hiccup coughed, then smiled weakly at his dad. " You actually called me by my name. Hiccup fell into Stoick's arms.

Everyone heard it, and immidiently went cold. The sound of Stoick's anguished howl echoed throughout the village, would be a sound never to be forgotten.

It's easier to run

If I could change I would
Take all the pain I would
Retrace every wrong move that I made

It's easier to run

If I could change I would
Take all the pain I would
Retrace every wrong move that I made I would

If I could stand up and take the blame I would
I would take all the shame with me

Lunar: Hmm. Wow, that was so sad.. and yet I love this chapter so much…. Okay, this was meant to be a one shot, but if everyone likes it enough, I may make it a series…