The Fury in the Night
Chapter 4
I'm back baby! I am really sorry guys for not posting for so long. I just finished this up. Unfortunately when I started to write this I was a couple reviews short so maybe next time.
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Astrid was beginning to worry for Razor, he hadn't been seen by anyone for over 4 hours. If there was one thing that Astrid knew it was that Razor was a showoff. He loved attention. He loved the fact that he could impress people, he loved all the tricks and pranks he pulled that were funny to everyone, so where was he?
"Where is he?" Baltor asked for the umpteenth time.
"For the last time Baltor, we! Don't! KNOW! Astrid yelled.
"Well let's go find him. Dragons wander that forest regularly, what if one found him?"
"That's rare and you know it. Besides, Razor has the skills needed to kick a dragon's tail between his legs."
"What if it caught him by surprise? We don't know!"
Astrid simply sighed at his stubborn protective brother attitude.
"Alright, fine, let's go look for him," Astrid finally relented.
"Hey Tuff, Ruff, you guys coming?" Baltor asked.
"Nah, we'll sit this one out," Tuff said in a rather board tone.
"Whatever, let's go Baltor," Astrid huffed.
-The Cave-
Hiccup woke with a jerk and leapt. Someone had touched him, and it wasn't Toothless. In seconds he had his would be prisoner on the ground.
"Whoa! Whoa! Damn you're fast…and sensitive to movement I guess," Razor exclaimed.
"Been captured once, never again," Hiccup growled.
"So, you're a light sleeper, nice to know," Razor joked.
"You want ax sharp edge to head this time?" Hiccup growled, clearly unamused.
"Oh come on, lighten up. I've been locked up in here for hours!"
"So what?"
"You really expect me to sit still…in a cave….with a manic?"
Hiccup just rolled his eyes and then turned to Toothless.
'Give me those finger grabbing things we got in China would you?' Hiccup asked Toothless.
'Which bag is it again?' Toothless asked confused to which bag the items were in.
'Third left saddlebag.'
Toothless came forward and turned to his left side.
'Thank you Toothless,' Hiccup nodded.
Hiccup took out 4 small bands. The width and height equal to a ring but the length was as long as a finger. Each one was of the same pattern and material.
Hiccup grabbed Razor's left wrist and twisted it behind his back and began to put them on one finger at a time. When that hand was done he matched one finger with the identical one on the other hand.
"Hey what's the big idea?!" Razor protested.
"Try escape these," Hiccup replied. He smiled, the little bastards were damn near impossible to break by pulling and without knowing the secret to escape them you may as well give up. Even knowing the secret Hiccup himself spent well over two hours trying to get his fingers apart.
Razor stopped struggling and smirked," Okay, I do love a challenge." He smiled. These things were pretty small after all, shouldn't be too hard right?
-The Cove-
"Razor!"
"Hey Razor you there bro?"
Rang through the tranquility of the cove as Astrid and Baltor began to search it.
"Baltor, he's not here!" Astrid yelled," This was a complete waste of our time!"
"We've checked everywhere else. Where else could he be?" Baltor growled.
"Oh I'll tell you where he's at! He's stuffed u-, "Astrid growled, beginning to charge Baltor, but slipped at the entrance of the cove.
Baltor was at her side in an instant.
"You okay?" he asked in concern.
"Yeah, I'm fine. What did I slip on? Astrid groaned.
Baltor took a closer look and paled instantly.
Blood.
-The Cave-
Try 257 failed as Razor settled for a second, before trying for the 258 time to escape his binds.
"What are these?!" Razor growled.
The Fury laughed at his question and said," Be done, it no use, no escape for you."
It was infuriating for Razor, that he the great sneak/prankster/escape artist of Berk could not escape his binds, let alone the cave.
The dragon suddenly sat up and growled at the Fury. The Fury nodded and went and started to put on his special armor and assorted weaponry, which looked like a lot of throwing knives, small cylinders with wicks, and 3 large knives. The craftsmanship was astounding and the armor was terrifying.
All black with what looked like scales as an extra layer worth of armor by the looks of it, lots of throwing knife compartments, whose handles were also black, and his gauntlets which to Razor's sudden and absolute horror, contained three serrated blades of their own, all sharp, clean, and deadly. He decided to test it in front of Razor, testing the safeties and the blades themselves.
"I have go, be back in hours later, stay put," said the now terrifying warrior before Razor.
"Wait what? Why?" Razor questioned instantly curious.
"Dragon raid, must use as distraction, surprise traders," The Fury answered.
"If you die, I will find you and I will kill you in Valhalla, understand?" Razor growled. This guy was his only way of escaping. If the dragon loving bastard died, then he died.
"Yes….no….uuhhh, what this Vaaal-hall-a thing?" he questioned couriously.
"If I had one of my hands free, I would face-palm myself. Okay look, in easy words, you die, I'll find your soul, if you have one, and kill you…again, clear?"
"…..No?...er….what soul?"
"Please leave me now, I no longer wish to try and answer religious questions to a barely literate…person, who is in for a world of hurt when I get out of these."
The Fury simply rolled his eyes and put on his helmet and strapped in onto his armor. He was ready.
-The Haddock Household-
Baltor jerked the door open and yelled "Dad, you here?"
There was a loud banging sound in the back of the house and his father stumbled out grumbling.
"What is it lad? Dragons, Outcasts?" Stoick asked with a concerned tone in his voice.
"No its Razor, he's disappeared!"
"What?"
"We've looked everywhere, but in the end…..," Baltor looked away.
Stoick backed up until he was at his chair and sat down slowly as shock made its way into him.
Baltor continued, "We found blood at a cove we have been training at. Earlier Razor forgot something, an ax I think, and went back for it, that was the last we saw of him."
Stoick was still silent.
He was still comprehending the fact that his son was gone. Unfound.
"He-he might not be dead. We should se-, "Stoick was cut short by an explosion.
The Dragon raid alarm went off seconds later. The watchman must have fallen asleep and their warning basically non-existent.
"Dragons," Baltor growled
"Go and lead the fire squad, try and keep the fires to a minimum, and if you see your mother, get her inside," Stoick commanded instantly.
"Yes sir,…but...what about Razor?"
"We'll look for him after this is over, now go!"
Baltor nodded and ran out the door followed by his father.
-The Forest Edge-
Hiccup watched as the dragons came and began to attack. He had seen it many times before, this was nothing new to him. He watched as they began to take then livestock and harvested fish. He watched as the Vikings tried to fend off the attack off needy creatures. He watched and waited. He waited for the opportunity to strike at the ship with the least amount of resistance.
Finally a fireball hit a house and that called in the fire squad. While they were under guard, it wasn't anything special. Just three guards and the teenagers he saw earlier putting out the fire. The warriors moved on towards someplace with more action. Now was the time to strike.
He ran out of the embrace of the forest and head straight for the docks. He undid his safeties on his gauntlets and prepared for a fight as he ran right into the first Viking with a low growl beginning in his throat.
The Viking cried out as he fell towards the ground with Hiccup on top. Hiccup continued with his momentum and rolled over the Viking and onto his feet and continued his sprint as the other Vikings gawked at their poor friend and the sprinting boy.
He sprinted right up to the ship to where he attacked the first crewman he saw. It was quick and satisfying. The man was dead before he hit the ground. He scowled under his helmet and began to cut down any more crewmen or women in his way up the ship, no matter how many got in his way though he would just cut them down, again, and again, and again. He was a man on a mission and he would not stop killing the crew until they paid the price for stealing a person's freedom.
At last he got to the top deck and began to attack everyone he could see. It didn't matter how big or strong they were, they fell, it mattered not how fast or agile they were, they still died, he would find the captain, and he would kill the bastard before the bastard slipped away again. That was his goal, and he would be damned before he let this bastard take another person's freedom away. He was done with the chasing, he was done with the constant saving, he. Was. Done. The captain would die, if not that night then the next or the next, but he would die on Berk.
The captain burst out of his cabin, perfect. He looked shocked, then angry.
"Well, well if it isn't the dragon-boy scum, you will pay for all you have done here tonight!" the Captain roared.
"No, it you who pay for wrongs!" Hiccup growled. He then charged the captain and began his vicious attacks at the man.
The Captain drew both his swords and began to defend himself against the onslaught of his opponent. The savage boy gave blow after blow, his anger feeding him its energy. The Captain seeing a no win situation began to back up only to be blow off his feet by a light plasma blast.
Hiccup began to stalk towards the Captain as the Captain began to drag himself backwards, fear clear in his eyes. Hiccup grabbed his shirt and sunk his metal claws into the man. The Captain gasped in pain as he was stabbed and then groaned as he was thrown to the deck.
A roar of anger came from behind Hiccup. He whirled around to see his biological father coming at him from what was his behind. Hiccup called Toothless in the usual way, he screamed a Night Fury call and ran to the rear of the large boat and jumped overboard….
-On the Ship- Stoick's POV
That absolute bastard! He just attacked a boat of traders and killed or severally injured most of them! Wait! The captain!
Stoick quickly got up and ran for the boat and got to watch as the bastard run the captain through. Stoick gave a roar of anger and charged at the person responsible for this crime.
Then out of nowhere the coward jumps off the boat and disappeared. Not even a splash! Nothing! Stoick growled he had to go somewhere. Where was he?
-Nobodies POV-
Hiccup had landed on Toothless and the two had flown to the out edge of the island to watch the dragons descend upon the island to claim as much food as possible. Hiccup was finally beginning to feel content with the world again. The bastard was as good as dead and hopefully he would bleed out soon and the world would be one problem shorter, even if Berk paid for it a little bit.
-End chapter 4-
I am so sorry guys! I have been so busy between my job, family and sports that I couldn't get everything done for you guys. Plus the computer I was using was my mom's (thank you!) and she has really needed it for her job in the last couple weeks, so there's that. I really hope this doesn't happen again. But some things simply can't be helped sometimes.
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