Here it is, chapter 4 of my vigilante fic. I apologise for the wait and apologise because there's going to be another one, I'm going on a 6 to 8 week holiday starting this sunday. Which means little to 0 writing in the meantime, but I will slave to get you another chapter soon when I'm back.

But in the meantime, We have Deja Vu, We have Deja Vu, We have Deja Vu.

Deja Vu

Hiccup had left the cubicle just in time to knock into someone. It was a hooded figure that was coming to kill him evidently, too bad for this guy that he thought the timid police officer would be a one man job. Hiccup reached up and snapped the guys neck before he could react.

He would of been surprised at his own reaction speed but given his adrenaline we was willing to excuse it. He left the cubicle and ran up the stairs, avoiding the elevator because he didn't want to be surrounded for once, they seemed to have taken the stairs as well given he ran into a couple of enemies guarding the escape.

Unluckily for them he was coming in behind them, silently and methodically he made his way up the stairwell leaving a path of executed bodies in his wake, he had just reached Astrid's level when he saw her door open. He flung out his handgun and placed a bullet in the assassins skull before anyone could register what he'd done.

There was one problem, he had no silencer, his element of surprise was gone.

-0-

No. Not again, This was not happening again, for fuck sake. Would she ever be able to live in peace again? And why the fuck was Night fury here, just on time, again? She tried her very best not to freak out, she did very well considering the circumstances. She was still scared and confused to no end. How did they even get in?

Hiccup.

Hiccup must have sold her out, or been held at gunpoint. He must have let them in. She promised herself never to trust the police again while Night fury made his way over to her.

"Sorry to disturb your evening again Milady but we have to move." He said fluently, voice slightly altered.

He didn't even seem to care that he'd just saved her life with less than a second to spare. She didn't even react to the flirtatious name but at least her nerves were calming down with the masked Vigilante by her side.

"Okay then smart guy. Have a plan this time?" She retorted. He has saved her life twice now, Vigilante; two... Police; zero.

Night Fury laughed slightly before checking to see if she was unharmed. He must have reasoned she was when he responded.

"Thought i'd try shooting my way out. Mix things up a bit." He quipped. She managed a smiled once she had heard his joke.

"Really? I thought surrender was your go to tactic." She retorted, scoffing slightly. He merely laughed and pulled the handgun out of the dead assassin's grasp and handed it too Astrid.

"Ready for round two?" He said, having the courtesy to look sympathetic to her having to go through this twice now. She was grateful for that.

She looked around at her apartment and realised this was going to be her life now, she was a fugitive… On the run, not from the law, but rather from the opposite end of the scale. She sighed and took it with as much bravery as she could muster responded.

"As ready as I'll ever be."

-0-

Hiccup handed her the pistol and then made his way to the stairwell, there weren't nearly as many as last time but surely this couldn't be all of them. He turned around to realise they had an audience, people had heard the gunshot and had left their apartments and flooded into the hallway. This was bad, now everyone was going to know he was here, shit, what would his cover story for "Hiccup" be? He could fake his own death… Maybe. But then that would lead to so many problems and oh my god this was the worst idea he's had, ever. He focussed on the task at hand and addressed the confused and frightened crowd.

"Everyone, return to your rooms, There are most likely still armed and dangerous people about, Lock your doors, and… all that" He tried, but this crowd were losing their fear and wariness fast and gaining curiosity.

"You're Night Fury, right?" One of them asked, seemingly oblivious to the dangers of distracting a vigilante who had just fought against assassins to which more could be lurking around any corner. He managed to bury his frustration instead with deep sarcasm.

"Really? What gave it away, it's the gloves, right?" He delivered and Astrid, even as alert as she was couldn't help but smirk at the attitude of her 'saviour'. The crowd either didn't pick up on it or didn't care, most likely the latter, they wern't that stupid. They responded with more questions.

"So what are you here for? Who are these guys and why are they here?" He heard multiple questions resonating around the hallway all at once, everyone wanting their questions answered as they got louder. None of which he cared to answer. He scowled and decided time for chatter was over, they needed to get moving, now. He backed up towards the elevator and signalled Astrid to enter it. Just as he entered himself he blocked off the following crowd and stopped them with his hand.

"Sorry ladies and gentleman but this isn't press conference. Save all your questions and queries for my publicity appearances at nowhere, ever. Goodbye." He finished. They didn't get another word in as the elevator door closed on them. He sighed and looked at Astrid who was looking at him, nervous but able to keep her fear under check. The elevator was eerily familiar especially with the person who was keeping her company. She had clearly decided to just keep conversation flowing, as if to keep her mind off of the situation.

"You're not really a people person, are you?" She mentioned, his sarcastic humour was great for people who understood it, for the rest it seemed merely rude and insulting, and it probably was he mused.

"Uhh I can be, when I have patience and my life isn't in immediate danger, mine or my civilians." He answered. The elevator was slowing down and he readied his handgun, she noticed but continued none-the-less.

"Civilian? What do you have a superhero complex or something?" She mentioned with a raised brow. He chuckled as the doors opened.

"Yeah, something like that." He admitted. He scanned the foyer and reasoned that they were not in immediate danger, however a few moments later he spotted that there were some assassins raiding his car. This was unacceptable. He didn't know what they'd find in there but he wasn't going to stand for it. You don't just raid a car like that, especially not his.

He motioned for Astrid to run to the left as they creeped outside, she obviously had no idea why but she didn't question him. When she made it she would realise she had quite a few walls to hide behind and other things she could use to cover herself while at the same time have a reasonably clear shot at the mercenaries.

Hiccup cleared his throat to get their attention and they turned around hastily as if it were their commander approaching, they were shocked and on edge when they realised it was none other than the Night Fury who had sabotaged their last operation.

"You see, this is the part where you say something like, 'We surrender', We don't have a script on hand so you're just going to have to wing it, it's not a hard line just two wor-" He began but he didn't finish his ramble as one of the criminals whipped out their weapon intent on shooting him. Hiccup however was ready for it and had his already aimed in their general direction. He shot the first mercenary in his head without a moments notice while the others fumbled around for their firearms.

A shot rang out from his left and he noticed that Astrid had begun opening fire, they were stunned to say the least as they had been flanked without their knowing. They tried to direct attention to both sides but Night Fury was upon them before they could delegate who was shooting where.

Hiccup strafed to the right slightly and set up a crossfire as he aimed down on his next victim, they barely had time to shout in alarm as he pulled the trigger and sent them toppling to the ground. He jumped behind his car as shots rang out towards him from a trigger happy criminal but he didn't have to wait long as Astrid took him down with a shot to the back of the head. She was more accurate than he gave her credit for.

He vaulted over the bonnet of his car and placed two bullets in another foes skull before he pulled out his knife and stabbed another. The last mercenary turned around to witness his colleagues drop to the ground unceremoniously with Night Fury staring him down, not even breaking a sweat. He dropped his weapon in surrender.

Astrid came out from her hiding place and had her gun aimed in on his head, ready to end him. Hiccup held up his hand motioning her to stop. She eyed him incredulously.

"Night Fury, this guy tried to kill me, They all did... That was their mission Night Fury... He's part of the reason my life is ruined, I'm going to have vengeance." She almost yelled, but he stopped her short.

"And what would killing him do Astrid? All that will happen is that you'll have blood on your hands. And another person dead. Trust me Astrid I've been doing this a lot longer than you, Sparing people works out better in the end. He'll be more useful giving answers to the police than rotting in an unnamed grave." He reasoned. She contorted her face with internal conflict, But eventually conceded.

"On one condition" She decided, resolute. Hiccup raised a brow.

"And that is?" He asked, he didn't get a verbal answer he was responded with Astrid punching the helpless and defeated criminal in the face…

Multiple times.

When the assassin was pretty much out of it he pulled her away from the thugs now bloodied body as Hiccup had figured he'd had enough.

"Come on, we need to go." He said trying to figure out just where he was going to take her. He had nowhere in mind. But just then she seemed to realise there were supposed to be police here.

"Wait, what happened to the police, what happened to Hiccup?" She voiced as she saw no bodies and Hiccup cursed silently as she put him on the spot. He was better at improvising anyway he figures in the end it wouldn't of made a difference.

"Umm, well one left, probably for coffee or something. And the other one I saw fleeing the scene after the criminals held him at gunpoint". He covered, This was the story he was going with? His father was going to kill him. Astrid seemed to buy it.

"Well, one police versus an entire squad of enemies, seems logical, only you'd be idiotic enough to charge in recklessly" She responded. He was astounded that she didn't blame him, err, Hiccup for this mess. Just another reason he was beginning to like her… as a friend of course or… Sassy civilian acquaintance at least.

He nodded at her reasoning and feigned disinterest. He couldn't take the squad car, that'd be an obvious give away, an idea sprang to mind but... Well. It was going to be awkward.

"Hey, Umm, I didn't plan transport as well as I'd hoped. Soo… We're going to have to… Well…" How could he get this out without sounding as awkward as a pre-teen stuttering in front of their crush? Probably no conceivable way. Screw it he's just coming out with it.

"You're going to have to climb onto my back as I grapple across the city." He blurted suddenly, He grimaced as it sounded as bad as he'd imagined. she was slightly taken aback, but then, after a silence, she laughed. She laughed at him? How could she? After all he's done she thinks it's okay to laugh as his mode of transport? She regained her composure and replied.

"Honey, I hate to break it to you, but I have a car." She said and he screamed internally as he tried not to combust under the embarrassment of his proposal. Of course she had a car, or course, he was such an idiot. He could easily bring up the fact of cameras in traffic lights could alert their position but he could easily dodge them with sidestreets. So it was irrelevant to use that as an argument.

"Umm, Sure… Okay. Yeah. That's an option" He tried to recover, But it was no use. Cool vigilante alter ego shattered.

"Superhero complex indeed." She giggled back her response. He sighed and tried not to think of how much he enjoyed the sound of her laugh as she unlocked the garage and they climbed in. She let him drive, surprisingly.

"Now, to find a hiding place" He mused aloud.

-0-

Tuffut hated waiting in lines. What kind of coffee shop doesn't serve tea? An abomination, that's what, he had to go to another in the end. He was not doing this again unless Hiccup doubled his price. Though it was odd for Hiccup, he generally never wanted to impose or whatever. Which was nice, he guesses, but he was always kind of distant since after high-school. Tuffnut stopped thinking about Hiccup as the tea was served, along with about three donuts he ordered and was not going to share.

He drove back towards the apartments as quickly as he could. His casual demeanor and happy-go-lucky nature all but dissipated the moment he set eyes on the warzone that used to be the carpark.

He parked quickly calling for backup as he did. He leapt out the car and searched the bodies, none so far were Hiccup. But this may not be a good sign, what if he were taken? He started mumbling to himself to overcome the fear he normally didn't possess.

"Hiccup, come out man. Fuck I am never getting you tea again holy shit" He rambled as he noticed the bullet holes in Hiccups Squad car and Hiccup's handgun, the five-seven the department supplied him. Was still in his car, untouched.

He entered the apartment in a flurry, going through the broken window the criminals used he scaled the stairs finding bodies littered everywhere, If Hiccup had retreated he sure did some damage while doing so. He reached Astrid floor just in time to find another dead body and some witnesses snooping around. They were quick to tell him it wasn't Hiccup that did any of this. But a certain figure in all black.

He just hoped Hiccup made it out alive.

-0-

Hiccup texted Fishlegs to tell him to be ready when he arrived in full outfit with a civilian under wing. Fishlegs was not happy to say the very least, and emphasis on not. Happy. Fishlegs could deal with Hiccup going in on a whim and saving everybody at his own discretion, he could deal, he didn't like it, and always scolded Hiccup in a futile attempt to drill reason into his brain, but he could deal. Where he drew the line however, was a certain vigilante friend of his arriving at his doorstep pleading for him to hide a fugitive so to speak in his room for an undefined amount of time. That... Understandably, was where he drew the line.

He had just barely distracted his mother enough for Hiccup and Astrid to sneak up there without her notice. He went up-stairs as quick as he could. Ready to tear shreds off of Hiccup or... Night Fury, He had to address him as Night Fury as he was here.

"What on earth did you think you were doing!" He chastised. fuming.

"You do realise if I get caught with her in my room by anyone, it will lead them straight to you, or your identity at least?" He tried. Astrid was silent in the corner. 'Night Fury' responded.

"Please, Fishlegs, you have loads of friends. It could be anyone." Hiccup tried.

"Not like someone with your… job position." He began, he had stopped himself however, disappointed he'd let a hint slip. He halted himself from saying what job at least. Astrid tried to reason what the clue meant. Was he a professional at parkour? Was he an engineer given his grenades and tech? Was he an ex secret agent? She was no closer to solving this mystery. Night Fury sighed and began again.

"My secret identity is the last thing we need to worry about right now. This is twice in two days. They are desperate to finish her off for some reason, And they have men to spare. We need to get to the bottom of this, now." He demanded. Fishlegs shook his head incredulously.

"I can't believe you, You have no cares for your own life, not even your own privacy, all you care about is saving others, admirable granted, but seriously, worry about yourself for once for fucks sake H- Night Fury." He tried. Astrid decided she wouldn't try and figure out his identity on purpose, as it was clearly important to him, she decided to side with, what was his name? Fishlegs?

"Well, you do have a superhero complex." She quipped, Hiccup shot her a glare, it wasn't completely genuine though, it was as if he forgot she was in the room. Fishlegs laughed humorlessly.

"You're right about that…" He trailed off when he realised he didn't know her name.

"Astrid" She finished for him. He nodded and extended his arm welcomingly.

"Fishlegs, Is my nickname, Frank is my real name, Call me Fishlegs though." He finished. She shook it hesitantly before she asked.

"Why is that your nickname?" She questioned and Night Fury cracked up laughing. Fishlegs glared at him half-heartedly before answering.

"Fishing trips and my friend over here, and his cousin, do not end well. That is all I will say, but It's grown on me I guess." He finished. Night Fury's laugh died off when he remembered the memory.

"Ahh, the 'Hopeful puffin' went down in a blaze of glory didn't she." He recounted fondly, She knew these two must have been friends for a while. Argument forgotten.

"I know, I know, She was a good ship." Fishlegs concurred. Holding his arm to his chest in a sign of pseudo-respect.

There was a lull in conversation in the room before Fishlegs decided to address the topic everyone was ignoring.

"So what now? She can hardly stay here. She can't hide in my room forever, all my mother has to do is come in at the wrong moment and our whole cover is blown. You need to find a more suitable place." He urged. 'Night Fury' sighed and put his head in his hands.

"I know Fishlegs just… Just give me a few days." He pleaded, He really didn't have anywhere else? He should really figure something out for these emergencies, though this was never something that would of ever occurred to him Fishlegs reasoned. He probably didn't expect to be put in this situation. He caved.

"Fine! but only for a few days, I'll do my best to hide her." He agreed, giving in. Hiccup seemed to be relieved at this.

"I'll find a place for her as soon as possible, but as it seems, I need to get home, fast. If I want to keep my identity." He said giving Fishlegs a knowing look, Fishlegs understood what he meant and nodded.

"Go then, I'll… Entertain our guest I guess" He said, he merely waved 'Night Fury' out who instead of going down the stairs, opened the window and sneaked out. A silence came over the pair as they really had nothing to talk about. Fishlegs twiddled his thumbs for a few moments before shrugging and addressing her.

"So… Are you any good at video games?"

-0-

He had to get back he had to get back he had to get back now. He was roping over the rooftops and high-tailing it towards his house as fast as he could. He lived with his father, it could be believable without a car that he'd take some time. But if he was out too-long it wouldn't be a very good cover, he made it too his house hopefully after his father had heard the news as telling his father his 'failure' up front wouldn't be too fun. He was slightly disarmed to see his father's car was gone.

He mentally slapped himself when he realised Tuffnut must have come back and his father had already been alerted. At least there was no need to rush anymore. He parkoured onto his roof and entered through his window making sure nobody was watching and undid his costume as fast as he could.

He quickly hid his suit and then ran around the house to tire himself out, his father still somehow thought he wasn't fit and was weak as he once was before his vigilante business. Granted he was still kind of a twig, but he had some muscle (he hoped) and could run for ages now. However he had managed to make himself look flushed enough by the time his father came home. He would make a good method actor.

Scratch that, he realised he forgot to unlock the door but Stoick didn't even flinch as he entered the building and sought out his son. Hiccup barely had time to set up a believable 'I just fled like a bitch after almost dying' look before he was faced with his father's glare. Stoick had clearly been at the scene and had Hiccup not been freaking out about being caught he would of noticed the pure relief that flooded his father's eyes when he saw his son was okay. He quickly replaced the look with stern neutrality however.

"Hiccup" He said, one word, but it was enough to halt all of Hiccup's thoughts at the seriousness of the tone.

"You fled from the scene." He stated. This wasn't a question, Hiccup knew his identity was in the clear but his supposed cowardice would now probably earn him a scalding. Stoick saw him nod timidly and forced his stoic face from changing.

"You abandoned protocol to save your own life." He continued. Hiccup looked up at him as if to snap and yell at him 'what other way was there?' or 'did you expect me to what, die?' or something but he didn't get to outburst as he was enveloped in a crushing hug from his father.

Hiccup was touched, he really was, it wasn't like it was a common thing for his father to display outward signs of affection for his son but right now, all Hiccup could think about was the fact that he couldn't breathe.

Stoick eventually let go and he grasped desperatly for breath as his throat was no longer constricted and his ribs no longer pulverised he was able to grant air to his depraved lungs. Stoick finally spoke, neutral expression breaking.

"You broke the rules, and I should reprimand you for it, but you lived, thank God you did, I can't lose you too... He mentioned, trailing off at the end. He didn't allow silence to take over the room however.

"But before you left, did you happen to spot the vigilante? or anything we can use to find him? we know he's taken the citizen and we believe she's gone from one criminal to the next. Poor girl has become hostage twice now." He rambled, usual walls broken since the implied near-death of his son.

Hiccup couldn't help but be slightly angry at his indirect accusation that he took her hostage... he's saved her life god damn it. Twice now. And she gave him access to her car. Shit. Her car, he'd have to hide that, it was parked down the street. All he needed to do was park it somewhere inconspicuous or misleading. He realised he was yet to answer so quickly said the first thing that came to his mind.

"No nothing but they probably left on foot, they may not have gotten far." He tried, this might buy him some time, but his father shook his head and Hiccups stomach dropped.

"Her car was missing, now either it leads us to a perpetrator or the Vigilante himself, we will be checking the traffic light cameras tomorrow, but as for now, it's been a trying day, get some rest." He ordered, Hiccup was rather happy at his father's care for him, it was one of the rare times he actually showed compassion for his son. But he had more pressing matters.

As soon as Hiccup had entered his room he put his suit back on, locked his door (His father would understand if he wanted some privacy after supposedly almost dying… Right? -Okay he did almost die but not in the way his father thought -) and then exited his window to drive that car to a more secure location.

-0-

Well, Snotlout's night had been entirely ruined. He was at the nightclub hitting up the girl that was clearly into him. (Clearly) while Ruffnut was obviously (obviously) getting jealous in the corner when his phone rang and Tuffnut started blabbing about Hiccup and Night Fury and criminal attacks. This meant he had to excuse himself from the clearly swooning babe to go with Ruffnut who was positively cackling at him the entire way to the car until she heard why.

"Oh my god you actually thought you were making progress! Wow, dude, she was either about to puke on you, or punch you both would have been very amusing, so why we leaving Snotlout?" She teased.

"Something about Hiccup being dead or whatever." All thoughts of teasing aside as she caught on to Snotlout's distress.

Despite how much he says so, Snotlout does not want his cousin to be dead. He can excuse this little failed night (like all the others) as long as his cousin was alright. Ruffnut was oddly silent as if she didn't know how to comfort him. He wished she'd go back to teasing. Maybe then he'd at least feel some sort of normality.

When he arrived at the scene Tuffnut was drinking water and talking to citizens who were witnesses. Stoick had apparently been and gone. None of the other officers had found his body, which left the most obvious conclusion that he'd fled the scene. Snotlout hoped for once his snivelling cousin was as cowardly as he was made out to be. He pushed through the crowd of police officers swarming the scene towards Tuffnut. He had to stop to answer a call from his uncle however.

When they got a call from the Chief that he was all right, he couldn't help but physically sigh in relief. He received a pat on the back from Ruffnut who said nothing but the sympathy was evident in her eyes, he shot her a grateful look before advancing on Tuffnut.

"Tuff, why wern't you here with him? You know he's helpless on his own why weren't you here?" He interrogated, Tuffnut turned to him apologetically but was insulted enough to justify himself.

"He asked me for a coffee, I mean tea, whatever, and I went and by the time I was back all this happened. And you know they probably would of killed one of us, they only needed one to get their targets guard down. He said gesturing to the broken window in the foyer and the dead bodies littered over the floor.

The running story at the moment dictated that Hiccup was taken hostage and was used to gain access to the building, and when that didn't work they smashed through the glass and left Hiccup to his own devices, to why they don't know, some reasoned that he was held in the carpark to be executed or used as a bargaining chip when Night Fury came flooding in.

"It's just a miracle Night Fury showed up in time to save her." Tuffnut asserted, looking up at the apartments and wondered how he knew to be here.

"Do you think he lives nearby? or was just watching over?" Ruffnut added. intrigued, Snotlout huffed and returned a bit of his cocky nature.

"I'm sure if it was me on night shift he would of had a whole lot less to deal with." Snotlout boasted. Ruffnut smiled at his old self coming back and then punched him in the shoulder.

"Please you'd become a babbling mess before anyone could say; 'Ruffnut killed everything!'" She ended chanting her name at the following self-praise. Tuffnut scoffed but didn't say anything. They all stifled their laughter and conversation when a few more officers walked by, they canned their discussion and got back to questioning witnesses and removing bodies.

-0-

A messenger. That's all he was, a messenger to the top. He walked past the warehouses and laboratories in the abandoned facility and past the 'camps' that the other 'subjects' lived in. He breathed in nervously, his body tense with anxious anticipation. He shouldn't be nervous, nobody kills a messenger. That didn't help his nerves as he looked at the masked guards that were patrolling the exterior and guarding the doors. This place was out of town, on an island to be exact, nobody had picked up their residence here.

They had made a base in the abandoned government facility here and everything was covert. No power was supplied, instead campfires were used, flame lighting and solar powered lamps. The only way over was by ferry or by helicopter. The choppers were used rarely as to avoid suspicion, they couldn't see the mainland but it was always the precaution they took.

He was from a local gang, from Berk... He was recruited when they noticed his skills in thievery and stealth, he was picked up with the promise of money, His intent was to feed his family, and himself. But he was in deep now, no matter, when he brought them back a fortune they'd be safe, they'd be out of this rut his father had put them into. He walked past an empty warehouse. Said to be put aside for an important visitor. Opposed to all the other gangs that had been offered residence here, once rivals, now all bound together. He shuddered and continued walking towards the main building.

He entered the dark and foreboding building as the cool air made him shiver, when the doors clamoured behind him he forced himself not to squeak, he was not going to make a fool of himself. A dim red light was turned on as he saw a makeshift throne in this foyer looking area. His shook his head to dispel it of fear as he realised this was the leader of this entire cartel, the man who put all this together. This was the 'Red death'. The man stood, his face was lean but he looked more intimidating than the largest thug he'd ever seen. He adorned a cape to his back and an eyepatch and a prosthetic nose. Clearly having gone through injuries before... A hook protruded from his arm to top it off. The messenger would of laughed at the pirate implications of the hook and eyepatch but all humour was evaporated when he was in this room with the man himself. He steeled his nerves and forced the words to come out.

"Alvin's men have failed us again Red Death. First at the execution, and now at her apartment. Should we switch tactics?" He inquired. The voice that spoke back was whispered, almost impossible to hear.

"Alvin was a fool. At least the 'treacherous' title can be bestowed to its true owner once again." He seemed to laugh at his own joke. His voice grew cold a few seconds later.

"Twice the masked Vigilante has apprehended me. He is a thorn in my side, I want someone on the inside to find out who this man is, find out what he loves, and how it can be used against him." The Red Death finished. The messenger shuddered and replied.

"Shall I tell the others sir?" He inquired timidly. The face of this heartless man turned towards him as if contemplating something.

"No I'll voice it over the loudspeaker." The messenger sighed in relief and turned to leave when a shot rang out in the darkness. He turned to see what had happened but before he could he felt something warm and wet trailing down his chest. He looked down but couldn't see in the darkness. His last few seconds of breath as he collapsed to his knees was a silent apology to his family who would believe for the rest of their lives that he's abandoned them too.

Nobody sees the Red Death's face and lives, that was a rule he would have wished he'd known earlier.

I actually named the chapter Deja Vu just to make that joke before, So sue me.

Oh, and here's some plot, make of it what you will.

Cya. Feedback of course is always welcome.