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Chapter 4: This is Exactly Why I Hate School

(Earlier that day)

"HICCUP!" Miss Humphrey yelled. "You get your butt in here, mister! NOW!"

"Okay! Okay… I'm coming," Hiccup replied as he dragged himself and a bag into the room where the shrewd women stood; tapping her foot impatiently on the floor with her hands on her hips. She glared at the young man in front of her.

"Why are you always the last one to leave this house?" Miss Humphrey asked, her tiny eyes narrowing threateningly. "Leave now! Before you're late again," She thrust her index finger at the front door.

Hiccup's shoulders sagged as he came out of the orphanage and heard Miss Humphrey shut the door loudly behind him on purpose. He sighed and shouldered his bag and began the duty of lugging himself to school. He hated school… but he loved it too.

He hated it because of one student- Well, one plus two of his trusty sidekicks. They always seem to find it fun to bully him. He knew how the bully psychology worked but what was the point of knowing that? It wouldn't help him keep the bullies away. Hiccup did his best to avoid them though… In fact, he thanked his lucky stars for his small size. He was so thin that it was easy to hide himself behind the other students and get away. It didn't always work out but he was just happy whenever it did.

He loved school because he loved to study. It was something that he was just naturally good at. He loved reading books; he would be delighted to spend days or even weeks at a library if he could. The teachers all adored him. He was at the top of almost every class he took. Hiccup was a fast learner too. In fact, he's a genius; the others seem to think so anyway; even if they're snarky about it most of the time.

He didn't have a lot of friends but he wasn't a loner either. People came to him when they needed help with their homework and he was just happy to help them out. They'd thank him and leave; they always left but that was okay… Hiccup preferred books over people any day.

Bark, bark!

And animals too… Hiccup smiled and turned around to meet a hyper active dog wagging its tail happily at him. He reached out a hand to pet its head. It slobbered all over his hand in the process. "Ew! Toothless! How many times have I told you not to do that!" he scolded. But the dog didn't seem to be bothered by that, in fact it only made the dog happier. Hiccup shook his head. "You're incorrigible,"

Bark, bark! (You know it!)

"Okay, listen. I would love to stay here all day and play." No lie… he really would love that. "But I gotta go to school… I'm already late so… Shoo!"

Hiccup resumed walking without looking back because he knew Toothless would follow him. The adorable thing always did. Toothless was his best friend for as long as he could remember. The tail-wagger made him laugh whenever he was sad. Toothless was a stray and still is, sort of. Since the orphanage didn't allow dogs inside Hiccup couldn't keep him but that didn't mean he didn't have a dog. He sneaked out food every single day to feed the little trouble maker. Toothless stayed at a dumpster just behind the building Hiccup lived in. He seemed to magically know where Hiccup would be at all times. When his owner wasn't at the orphanage or at school he was with him. Even After school Toothless would be waiting for him outside; sitting there obediently, tongue sticking out, tail wagging like it was about to fall off. The only thing missing for the black hound was a collar. Hiccup would get one for him someday.

Hiccup waved to toothless and crossed the school gate and ran up the stairs, rushed to his locker, grabbed whatever books he needed and hurried off to his first class.

He was in such a hurry that he didn't see where he was going and bumped into someone causing whatever books he was holding to fall down. "Hey!"

The student who bumped into him didn't even stop to help him. He just heard a sorry and then footsteps run away from him. He rolled his eyes; crouching down to pick up his books. Some people just had no manners…

He entered Latin class with an 'I'm sorry I'm late' apology to the teacher but she just waved her arm in dismissal and motioned him to come in. He took the seat up front where he usually sat; head still bowed.

The teacher told them that this would be a free period due to the lack of students. Hiccup raised his head and looked around the class for the first time and noticed that the class was nearly empty. He faced the teacher again with a confused look plastered on his face. Mrs. Polly sat at her desk and was rubbing her temples in concentration… either that or she must have a really big headache.

Hiccup pulled out his notebook and began jotting down points from the other research books he had borrowed from the school's library. Why waste time throwing rockets and paper balls when you can gain some knowledge instead? Speaking of rockets- one just struck his head and landed near his feet. He didn't bother picking it up. He just rolled his eyes at the snickers coming from behind him. He said nothing though, just continued to do what he was doing. You know what they say; Ignorance is bliss. If I just ignore them they'll stop… eventually… he hoped and resumed his task of learning more about the dead language. It never seized to fascinate him.

First period went by without any incident. Hiccup was now at his locker putting away his books when he heard a familiar voice insult him. He groaned loudly and resisted the urge to bang his head into the locker door.

"Well, well, well…" Brett smirked cruelly and strode over to where Hiccup stood, his friend following him close behind. "If it isn't the orphan toothpick."

The first thing that Hiccup noticed was that one of Brett's cronies weren't with him. That's strange… they're always together, always playing follow the ring master; which in this case was Brett. Maybe the jerk hadn't come to school today, just like majority of the other students. Is there some sort of a connection here? Why are there so less students here today? Did he miss some special announcement or something?

"Did you get it?" Brett asked stretching out his hand to Hiccup.

Of course I did. You threatened to flush my head down the toilet if I didn't, remember? But Hiccup didn't dare say that out loud. Instead, he answered the question by pulling out a file from his bag and handing it over to the bully.

Brett and his friend looked through the file. "You made three copies right?"

Hiccup nodded mutely. This was a regular routine between them. Hiccup not only had to do his homework but also had to do it three more times; once for Brett and twice again for his subservient sidekicks.

"Don't forget about the History project tomorrow, peewee." Brett and Scott laughed.

Hiccup convinced himself that it was for his own good. Doing it extra number of times was good practice for him… The more homework he did; the better he'd do in exams and quizzes. The only thing is that he hated being so submissive to these jerks. He wished he had the backbone to tell them what he really thought of them; to tell them to do their own work; to tell them- "No."

They stopped snickering and suddenly the air around them became thick. One of the bullies growled. "What did you say?"

"Having trouble hearing?" Hiccup had no idea where this courage was coming from, but it felt good. This is it, there's no going back. He was going to get beat up for this; might as well go all the way. Besides he was sure he wouldn't get another chance like this… even if he lived long enough to maybe get one. "Though I wouldn't be surprised; anyone would go deaf if they had to hear your voi-"

"You little punkas-" The rest of Brett's cuss words flew past Hiccup as he was slammed against the lockers. The back of the brunette boy's head hit the lockers so hard that he began to see stars. He groaned At least I don't have to worry about banging my head against the locker door anymore… I've got these guys doing it for me. Hiccup shut his eyes tight and waited for the inevitable collision between fists and face but it never came.

"What's going on here?" The principal called from the open doors of his office. Another thing that Hiccup thanked his lucky stars for. The principal's office was pretty close to his lockers so any noise would easily reach his ears. The lack of students also helped him this time. The racket the bullies make were usually drowned out by the general noise of students when they leave their classes but not this time. The principal must have heard him getting bullied. All hail principal Rolkins!

"Uh, nothing's going on," Brett said hooking Hiccup's head under his arm. "We were just having a friendly little chat."

"Uh huh," Principal Rolkins didn't believe it for a second. "I don't have the patience to deal with you today, Mr. Kubart. Break it up before I decide to suspend you again."

"Sure thing, Mr. Rolkins," Brett said unhooking Hiccup's head but as he did, he whispered into the skinny boy's ear. "Twelve o' clock, Anety Park. You and me… Be there!" He said shoving Hiccup into the lockers one more time before walking off.

Hiccup did everything he could not to slump to the floor. His knees were shaking so bad that it would put a Chihuahua on a winter day to shame. He held on to the locker's handle for support and breathed in deeply as he heard Scott say. "Don't be late, Gesundheit… or else."

Twelve o' clock at the park. I must be pretty fortunate. I mean, who else would be lucky enough to know the exact time and place of their death?

Hiccup's day after that was pretty much normal, except that he was plotting all the different ways that he could possibly think of to get out of the mess that he created. Right now the plan was to sneak out the back entrance of the school before the clock struck twelve.

Hiccup starred at the wall clock intensely. Watching the second hand move; hearing every tick sound it made; waiting as every tick meant he had one second less to live on this Earth. He didn't wait for the bell to ring; he was out the door and flying down the stairs before it even had a chance to ring. He could see the door only a few feet away from him, just a few more steps and-

"Where are you off to in such a hurry?"

Hiccup winced as he saw Scott step through the door; back inside the school and stood between the brunette and his freedom. "I told Brett you were too chicken to meet us at the park by yourself… So I'm here to escort you… to a place called hell."

Scott grabbed Hiccup's skinny bicep and tugged hard; dragging the stumbling teen with him till they reached the park where Brett waited for them with his arms crossed. "Huh… guess you were right about him, Scotty."

"Told you. Now you owe me five bucks," Scott smirked and pushed Hiccup to the ground causing the latter to drop to his hands and knees.

"Yeah, yeah…" Brett glared at Scott and then back at Hiccup. He reached down and pulled the brunette boy's backpack from him. "You won't be needing this anymore," the bully said as he threw the bag to Scott who instantly began barbarically tearing through it; dumping all of Hiccup's things onto the ground.

Hiccup never took his eyes off the blond bully in front of him. Brett was towering over him; smirking down at him and glaring at the same time. "Didn't your mommy ever tell you it's not safe to pick a fight with guys bigger than you?" the bully spoke up finally; bending down so that his face was only inches away from Hiccups. "Oh wait… that's right she didn't!"

"More like she couldn't…" Came a chortle from behind him.

"Yeah and I don't blame her… Who would wanna keep you?" Brett suddenly reeled back his leg and kicked Hiccup in the stomach.

Hiccup felt all the air leave his lungs. For a second he forgot to breathe. He fell to the ground and curled up as vicious kicks and punches landed mercilessly on his face, back, arms, legs. "Trash like you should be thrown out."

"Your own mom and dad didn't want you,"

"We're doing the world a favor,"

"We won't stop till you beg for our forgiveness!"

"Beg!"

The problem was that Hiccup couldn't beg. He felt like he was suffocating. He couldn't even muster a scream. He felt small, he felt weak and worthless. All he could do was protect his head and chest and pray to the heavens that the hurting would stop soon.

And as if the heaven's answered his prayers, the hurting stopped; but not the pain. The pain was still there… Well, serves him right for not being specific about what he wanted. Hiccup dared to open his eyes. The two bullies standing above him were paying attention to something else. Hiccup didn't care what it was. He was just happy it was not on him anymore. He wanted to just lay there and drift off into peaceful oblivion but something was nagging him to stay awake; it was telling him that if he gave in now it was the last thing he would ever do. Darn you, instincts! Why can't you just let me sleep? So Hiccup stayed awake. He craned his neck to see what they were looking at.

A few meters away were two cops lumbering toward them. Heads dangling from side to side, arms stretched out and it sounded like they were… moaning?

"Is that officer Ryder?" one of the bullies asked the other.

"Yeah… What's wrong with him and his partner?"

"They must be drunk… Haha!"

"Drunk cops on duty!"

While the two knuckleheads were busy laughing their lungs out, Hiccup crawled a few feet away from them and stood up slowly; still keeping an eye on the cops. They didn't look drunk, well, they acted like they were but there was something else too… They looked pale and sick and… dead. He saw that as they came closer they had gradually gained momentum and were now literally charging at the two unsuspecting boys.

Hiccup yelled out to them to look out but it was too late as the two cops tackled Brett to the ground. "What the hell?! Get 'em of me!"

Scott stopped laughing and looked at the struggle with a panicked expression on his face before he dashed off in the opposite direction. "Scott wait! Help me, man! Oh god!" But it was no use. Scott had already jumped the park fence and had disappeared out of sight.

Hiccup was paralyzed with fear. He couldn't move! Everything in him was screaming at him to snap out of it and run like hell but he just couldn't. Hiccup starred at the gruesome scene playing out in front of him.

One of the cops, who Hiccup assumed was Officer Ryder was biting Brett's neck while the other monster-cop was ripping Brett's arm from his body like a deranged mad animal. Blood was gushing everywhere; staining everything. Brett thrashed vigorously but in vain. The monster cops were aggressively tearing him apart … body part by body part.

The only thing more spine chilling than the gore was Brett's screaming. It was a scream that would haunt Hiccup for the rest of his life. But just like that the screaming stopped and was replaced by gurgling noises. He was choking on his own blood. Hiccup couldn't see his face but he didn't want to either.

One of the maniacal cops stopped eating the flesh and slowly, menacingly looked up at the brunette boy with hunger evident on its distorted face and Hiccup's heart stopped at that very second. Oh god! I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die just like Brett! Tears stung his eyes as he backed away from the psychotic monster-cop that was advancing towards him.

Hiccup was ready to bolt but there was nowhere to go; Brett and Scott had decided to bring him here; to the corner most part of the park to avoid any witnesses. The only way out was through the two scary-to-death cops. Hiccup frantically looked to his left and right. His torn up backpack and things were lying only a few feet away from him. If he could just get to it, there was a compass in there that he could use to defend himself. The only problem was the lunatic monster cop in between him and his stuff.

Hiccup had to chance it. It was either just die or die trying. He was no hero but he had to try and save himself. That way he'd have no regrets when he went to heaven. If anyone up there asks, he can say 'Hey, At least I tried' So, he suddenly jumped forward; narrowly avoiding the blood soaked grabby hands of the monster cop but tripped and fell in the process.

Hiccup wildly clawed at the ground to get to his things. His fingers just barely brushed his bag when hands grabbed his legs and pulled harshly. Hiccup blindly swung his fist and felt it connect with something slimy and sticky. He didn't care what it was he only cared that it bought him a few seconds. He kicked at the horrid creature to propel himself forward and snagged his empty backpack and rolled onto his back just in time for the monster to propel itself at him; mouth wide open, ready to take a big bite out of Hiccup's thin nick.

When the putrid creature's face came close enough, Hiccup thrust the empty bag at it; effectively covering its head. He didn't waste time as he quickly wrapped the bag's shoulder straps around its neck and secured it tightly. He pushed the struggling, clawing creature off of him and wavered to his feet only to be slammed back down.

Hiccup saw stars for the second time of the day. He was too dazed to do anything now. Crazy-Officer-Ryder had slammed into him blindly and was now clawing at his face. Whatever adrenaline he had earlier, left his body. He couldn't fight anymore. This was it… Goodbye world! At least he tried. He really did.

Just when the teen thought all hope was lost he heard something that he thought he would never hear again. It brought so much of indescribable joy to his heart.

Bark, bark!

His best friend! Toothless!

The black canine ferociously attacked the cop; effectively knocking it off Hiccup. Toothless stood strong and bold between its owner and the enemy. It growled threateningly at the inhuman swaying creature in front of it; all teeth and gums showing. Toothless didn't allow the monster to take even a step closer as it pounced with great agility.

Bark, bark! (Get out of here! I got this!)

Hiccup obeyed his dog and scrambled to his feet and took off blindly. He had absolutely no doubt in his mind that Toothless could take care of himself. He was the greatest dog in the world after all. Toothless would come back for him, he always did, and he always will.

Hiccup left the park and dashed across the road to get to the other side when all of a sudden, something caught his leg and he tripped. He was aware enough to see a car heading straight at him and heard a loud screeching sound but it was too late to do anything about it. He was in midair when he felt the car hit his side and then darkness. Hiccup felt nothing for a few moments.

I'm dead… I just know it, I'm dead…

After all that… I get killed by getting run over by a car. Sorry Toothless!

No wait… I can still feel pain… But dead people aren't supposed to feel pain. Argh! My head!

"Hey… You okay man?"

Who's talking?

"Ugh… What happened?" My head's killing me. Hiccup brought his hand up to rub his aching head.

"We kinda hit you with our car, my bad," Hiccup saw a boy standing at the side of the Chevy. He saw the guy turn away from him and give someone a thumbs up. He had no clue what was going on. Who is this guy…? And a better question is why does he have white hair? Danny Phantom? Is that really you? Wait… He was hit by a car? That's right! He remembers now.

"Oh…" Was all Hiccup managed to say before he saw a gun in the white haired boy's hand. He instantly became alert and jumped to his feet and stepped away from the latter. "Oh!"

"Hey, whoa! Relax buddy," Hiccup saw the guy slowly put away his gun and heard him say. "I'm not gonna hurt you. What's your name?"

Hiccup calculated what to say. Does it matter? Should he just start running for his life again? For all he knew this guy could be a lunatic with a gun. Yeah, like I need any more crazies in my life. But something told him that he could trust the guy in the blue hoodie. Well, my instincts haven't been wrong yet. So he decided to answer truthfully. "Hiccup… M-my name's Hiccup."

So, what did you guys think? Did Brett the Bully deserve to get killed?

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