Curse of the Nightfury
Chapter one.
A. N. Hey whats up. Thanks to Toothless Killer, with his help we have made this sequel to "Gift from the dragon." So go and read that first then come back and read this. So give a big thanks to Toothless killer. Reviews are loved!
Summary: Hiccup has been around for a while, but can he face this unknown enemy that has destroyed his most cherished family. Can Hiccup defeat them while saving himself.
Time. Time, the clock that death holds for every person in existence, the clock that slowly runs down on every life.
Starting with life, ending with death. Some fight it, most fear it, others welcome it.
Everything has its time, to the littlest cell, to the stars above and beyond. It all must end.
But...
What if... that hold... was broken and you no longer had a clock to fallow. No time to fight against. No death to fear... No death to welcome for your own.
What would you do if you had that gift? The gift of never ending life? Would you read books for the rest of eternity, would you party to your heart's content, fight crime and evil-doers though out the ages?
Me? Ha I'm spending it in a bar, dark, dank, musky, and surrounded by other lifeless drunken bodies. Most come here to drink to live, to remember, to be happy. Or to drink to forget, drowned out the memories that once made them happy, regret, what could have been.
I no longer know which I drink for, to remember or to forget? To remember the ones I have lost, too honor their memory. Or to forget all the pain that I have caused though out the centuries. I no longer know.
Though out the centuries none have bothered me as much as this one, I was never truly alone until the 1800s, when I became alone. But there are only two things I drink to, the memory and lose of my closest family. I don't know if it's the memory, or the loss, but... I sure as hell know I'm drinking for revenge.
They were with me from the very start of it all, I chose them and they chose me. With them, though cold, heat, the good and the bad times the world has thrown at us, we were still together. Even if across the world from each other we were never alone, even if we were thousands of miles away from the nearest form of life, never alone.
We have saved the world many times over from threats this generation could hardly even imaging. From giants as big as mountains, to threats as small as an ant but still immensely powerful. To the fastest, smartest, strongest, cunning, and brutal, you name it we've most likely fought and killed it.
We have been in so many wars that school and history books now-a-days never even heard of, we've fought in all of the 'major' World wars. Countries trying to take over the world for themselves, some got close, but we were always victorious. Hitler was the closest mortal to almost do it with modern weaponry.
We fought nearly god like mortals hell bent on making the world theirs, but we have always prevailed relying on one another. But what would happen if that trust became tainted, corrupted?
"Only an immortal can kill an immortal." Those words of my contract which bounds my life never had a hold, no meaning towards me until that day, nearly 200 years ago. When my greatest friend, my family, my love became tainted by a force we had never faced before killed my friend, my allie, my brother in front of me.
My wife had killed my brother with a crazed smile on her face, everything she was, what we had been through, was gone. Her voice had become rough, scratched, she spoke of how if I didn't stop her. Kill her. She would not stop until the world was dead for 'master.'
"You'll have to kill me before I kill more!"
"No! Please, don't do this!"
That scene haunts a man who has seen what fate can hold worse than death, it scares the man that no longer fears anything.
"Please, we-we can beat, I can make you better!"
"You know you can't do that."
That smile, that darkened, disturbed, pure evil smile, still haunts my dreams to this day.
"Please, don't make me!"
"You have too, you know you are the only one who can."
She charged at me, her claws extended, digging into the cement we stood upon. I stood still as she ran towards me, she was going to kill me if I didn't kill her. She got closer still.
"Please..."
She stopped, and collapsed into my arms. I felt warm liquid run down my wrist, running fast covering half my arm. Tears were running down my face as well. She became weightless in my hands, slowly I retracted my bloodied hand from her abdomen.
I fell to my knees, I held her still in my arms, over and over I said "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" I looked into her eyes, they were hers, the real her was back and dyeing in my arms, because of me.
She looked happy, she lightly touched my face, whispered "It's not your fault. It's not and never will be." She held her faint small smile, her smile. "Don't. Don't go after her, she is nothing like anything we have faced before. Don't go after her, don't go because of me. Please."
I was barley even able to nod, but she smiled though. Her breathing got shallow and slow, "We will see each other again. . . I love you, Hiccup."
"I love you too Astrid." I said raising a glass of beer, "To Astrid and Toothless." I cheered to myself knowing no one else was going to know who they were, they died a long before their time, nearly 200 years before anyone in this bar was even thought of.
200 years is a long time to look for someone, for just one person who took what little human life I had left take it away. Countless times I almost found her, hundreds of times, but every lead went cold when I got so close. You want to know what's funny, I don't even know her name! Her age, what she looks like, I don't even know if she is even a she! But as I said 200 years is a long time looking for someone, but you want to know what's longer, 1486 years.
1486 years is how long I've been walking this world, only 200 of them have I been alone.
If anyone asked me what I've been doing with my time of immortality when I'm not doing the work of gods or when I was with Astrid or Toothless, I would have to say hobbies have kept me sane. And what kind of hobbies they would probably ask, I would have to say name every hobby you can think of and I have done it and mastered it.
Every kind of smithing you can think of, like swords obviously, shields, armor, ninja swords, and every kind of gun, I favor either Glock 36s or Colt 1911's. In my line of work when a sword, claws, or a fire ball aren't good enough, a bullet can go much faster and farther. I've made my own special kind of guns. They look like basic pistols but I crafted some of my soul into it. So my guns will only work for me, it's also much stronger than any other guns like it.
Martial arts from all over the world from Kung fu to karate, from Russia to Japan, every style of martial arts training you can think of I have mastered the impossible, thanks to my contract with gods that allow me to live for whenever time itself ends.
Though out the years I have come to master my own abilities of body and mind. Harnessing my skills as a human and a dragon. My skin is naturally fire proof, but I've gone past that, I've made my skin harder and tougher than steel mix with Kevlar if possible. Only my bullets or claws can make me bleed. So bring it on superman! I'm game!
My mind is unlike any other, I can control other weaker minds, unlock or withhold true potential in one's mind, to make them something or not. I can break minds or restore them and control them as my own.
When time calls for it I can put my mind and body to the body of another, and use them as my puppet, and they don't remember any of it. It's like my body just fades into the one I want or need to control. And in some certain conditions I can read minds and influence ideas if one is weak minded.
In this year of 2012 I would be considered a god among men if I were to show what I could do. How easily I could crush all the wannabes or badasses or 'Bros' as they call themselves now but. . .
"Hey man, you ok?" a raspy voice said close by.
"Huh, wha?" I said springing back into reality.
"You were starring out into space, I think you had enough to drink tonight. Go home and get some sleep man." The bar tender, Bob as his nametag read, was standing in front of me, collecting by bottles.
"Oh yeah, it is getting pretty late, thanks." I got up and began walking to the door after paying Bob.
"Hey man, you need a cab?" Bob asked grabbing his phone.
"Nah, Im good. Thanks anyway." I said pushing my way through the door.
The night was warm, the streets were empty, my phone read 12:34 am, I had no use for cars, even though I own quite a few. Being a 'contract killer' for a god comes with many rewards. Money, riches beyond anyone's dreams in today's time.
I own many houses, most of them I've gone to only once or twice if I'm in that area. But I've been staying in a city of LA. It's not a quiet place but it keeps me at least entertained.
*CRASH* The sound of yelling and trash cans being thrown around echoed off the buildings, screaming came from an alley a couple blocks down from where I was, only take me a split second to get there.
Arriving at the alley, the victim was a young male, maybe early 20s, being beaten by two much bigger young men, maybe mid 20s.
"HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME!" The young man continued to scream and yell, but was silenced from what sounded to be a fist being pressed into his stomach.
"That'll shut ya up!" the first big man said laughing.
"Bro, check his wallet, see if he has anything." the second big man said.
"Please . . . please. . . stop." the young man begged coughing.
"Stop? Who's going to stop us, no is here. No one is going to help a little bitch like ya!" The second big man said laughing stretching out his arms gesturing to every which way.
"I'd beg to differ." I cut in, scaring the 2 men with my random presents at the opening of the alleyway.
"Who the fuck are you?" the first man yelled.
"The person who is going to help that kid, who has no match against either one of you." I said still standing at the entry of the alley.
"Oh! You're going to help this bitch?" The second man said kneeling over the young man gripping his shirt lifting him up and throwing him back down again. The second man stood up puffing out his chest in his beater shirt. Trying to make himself look bigger, "All right, bring it on grandpa!" he said walking towards me slamming his fist into his palm.
"Grandpa? Do I really look that old?" In my current appearance I look to be in my mid to early 30s. Old dirtied black boots, black pants, an old gray denim jacket, a plain gray shirt, a short trimmed beard, and mid length hair. Both still dark red as the day I was born. I guess it's the beard and the jacket that make me look old?
"You know what, I'll be the nice guy and let you take the first hit." I said smiling, slightly raising up my arms. "I won't hit back."
"HA, it's your funeral grandpa!" The man said cocking his fist back.
The man swung with as much force he could muster straight towards my face. The man stood as tall as I, instead of aiming for my stomach or sides he goes for my face with no plan of attack. The moment his fist hit my skin, I broke into his mind.
I showed him pain, fear of the like that he had never seen. All the pain and misery he had ever caused someone to feel, who was weaker than him, smaller than him. The fear he caused to everyone, the fear of being alone, helpless, scared.
Within a matter of a second, I made sure he would never hurt anyone again, his pupils shrank, skin turned pale, and fell backwards into the fetal position, horror was clear on his face. Now to deal with his friend.
"WHAT THE FUCK YOU DO TO HIM BRO!" The second man said with his face contorted in confusion and anger. For what he saw was his friend hit me in the face and fall onto his back.
"He'll be fine." I walked over his friend cowering on the ground. "Now. Do you know why... you shouldn't pick fights with people you don't know?" I said walking slowly to the man, I turned my head slightly to the right, releasing a loud series of cracks. "Cause you never know what they are capable of." I decided to have a little fun.
My voice began to get raspy and deep, smoke bellowed from my mouth. My eyes shifted to that of a snake.
The look of fear on the man's face was priceless. The look of fear tore through him, he was shaking, but frozen with fear, he couldn't run. As my head slowly changed to what he would imaging was a monster, but little would know, of that of a dragon.
Horns sprouting out the back of my head, my ears sharpened, my tongue split, my teeth sharpened and jagged, some even sticking out of my mouth.
The man regained control of his senses, he tried to run away from me, tripping over a trash can, I shot fire from my mouth past him blocking the alley with blue flame. Walking up behind him, he slowly turned, his body shaking, around to face me, I couldn't tell if it was sweat or tears running down his face.
With my voice sounding all demonically, I said "Now, are you going to fight anyone who doesn't stand a chance to you? Are you going to hurt anyone ever again?"
He shook violently.
"Answer me!" I commanded.
He whispered with a crackly voice "N-n-no."
"Will you help the weak, small and old? And you will be nice to everyone you meet?"
Yet again he whispered "Y-y-yes."
"Good, now have a nice day." Turning back into a human with in a second I smiled and turned. "And if you don't keep to your word." I turned my head slightly looking at him out of the corner of my sight. "I will find you." The flame behind him died down as I turned back into my human form. The man quickly ran down the alley and turned the corner nearly tripping again.
The kid on the ground appeared to have passed out a while ago, to make it worth his while I picked him up and carried him over to the corner and waved for a cab. I shoved a couple thousand dollars into his pocket.
Looking into the kids mind I read and wrote his address on a piece of paper I grabbed from my pocket. Farther into his mind he was going to be fine and should wake up any moment now.
As the cab rolled up, I placed the boy in the back seat and handed the note to the driver with a $1 hundred dollar bill for the charges.
The cab driver drove off with a big smile on his face, I probably made his night.
Now I began to walk to my house across town, I could have driven, flown, or even teleported. But it was a nice night.
As I turned a few corners my front pocket vibrated with an alert noise. My phone had a new text message.
"I have a new assignment for you. Meet me at Michael's Diner for lunch tomorrow. I'll tell you the details then."
"Ha, wow the old man's actually using texts!" I laughed quietly to myself. "I wonder who Odin wants me to go after now?"