AN: Hey this is my second story... so fabulous. This story will have Jackunzel and Mericup and I am glad for any plot advises, however I do have a plot in mind :) Please R and R and also help me out with stuff if it go pear shaped ;) LET US BEGIN!
Amit a hanging dark passage in a dying city a figure moves swiftly down the narrow street, his movements smooth and sleek if anyone was watching they would have seen a figure who clearly knew where he was going. Shadows cast by flickering street lamps seemed to crawl towards him faster with each footstep he took. The figure stopped suddenly the shadows stopped their macabre movements just as quickly and faded against the wall. The figure continued his fast pace as quick as he had stopped, a sly smile made its way across his face uncovering a row of sharp white teeth.
At this moment a boy around the age of eight was playing, he was alone in a house which was not his own. He had no mother or father he was no one to anyone, he belonged to no family. It was this young boy who would set of a chain of events which would change the lives of four ordinary teenagers. However this boy was all in all, a boy full of innocence and ignorance as every young boy does have. He was the only one to see this strange figure run down the street and would never be able to tell anyone about it.
The figure had neared the end of the street, a solitary lamp flickered above him creating very little light, his breath was heavy and despite the cold winter night, no white puffs of smoke appeared from his pale lips. Reaching forwards he placed his arm on a stone slab of the wall, a whining, screaming noise erupted from the stone, it was as if the wall was in great pain which was impossible considering it was a wall, and a wall would forever be a animate object. As the wall screamed it moved at first slowly then progressively faster till a hole had been created. This was not a hole to the other side of the wall but to another place, a place filled with only black a dark place filled with the lost cries of the dead.
The young boy had heard the screaming and had slowly crept outside just to check no monsters were prowling the street, he sighed seeing only the figure and began to make his way back to his toys. But in his innocent ignorant youth the man had drawn his attention, the boy stopped going inside and instead walked towards the dark figure touching the edge of a dark hole. "What are you doing?" He asked tugging at the cloak of the figure, the boys voice was strong without any hint of being scared or worried about this stranger in his neighbour hood. Slowly the man turned around and smiled as the boys face turned pale and his eyes glaze over. "Why my young child," He replied malice tinted his voice. "I am creating the big fours death." With his speech finished his placed a skeletal hand upon the boys head. The young boy with so much hopeful future, money, happiness, romance and old age, gasped. His eyes turned daemonic black, his skin and organs peeled away leaving only grey bones. The teddy bear he had been holding burst in flames and quickly turned to ash beside him. From his spine grew grotesque, ripped wings which reached from above his head to what used to his feet. The thing tripled in size till it was bigger than its creator who simply grinned and watched its transformation. "Perfect." He murmured as he walked around the monster, when he reached the creatures front again he handed it four glass tubes filled with different liquids. "You know what to do, make me the big four so I can destroy them for good." "Go." As he spoke the sun rose the beams of light hit the figure as he jumped into the hole he had created.
The creature rose to the sky and flew towards Burk High where Hiccup was just sitting a fencing examine.