A/N: Alright! Starting to upload stories again. Sorry to those who are expecting more from my other stories. Truth be told, I'm not sure if they'll ever be continued. So far, I'm only able to come up with stories for Mass Effect, How to Train your Dragon, Bioshock, Spyro, and Zelda. Not to mention the college process and trying to get my applications out for scholarships has kept me occupied. However, I'll still try to work on fanfics. This one here is a crossover I came up with for How to Train Your Dragon, and Bioshock. A hard crossover, but I think I've made it work. Hope you think so too! Read and enjoy.


(Note: The kids from How to train your dragon will be about 19 or 20 in this fanfic.)

Chapter 1: I need Adam

Hiccup was looking for people to kill. People to take Adam from. He needed it. The voices would go away then. He wouldn't be bothered anymore by the pesky voices.

"Where is the Adam?" He asked out loud. The splicers around him laughed like insane people, which is what they had become after splicing.

"We'll get it when we find it shrimp!" One said sternly. It was Hiccup's father, Stoick the Thuggish Splicer. You may think that because he was a lower splicer type that he wouldn't be a leader. Wrong. Using only his hammer, he has killed even Big Daddies with one blow. Many suspected he had a bit of Brute splicing in him at the same time.

"I want the Adam. The voices will go away then." Hiccup said with an exhausted laugh. One of the kids next to him shoved him. It was Snotlout, the Leadhead Splicer. He was surprisingly more accurate than any other splicer of his type. He had also gathered any more weapons than the regular machine gun or pistol.

"Leave off weakling! When we get Adam, you get the least." He cackled.

"Yeah, you have less body to have Adam, so you get less Adam!" Someone else said. It was the two twins, Ruffnut and Tuffnut. Ruffnut was a Houdini splicer with Incinerate! as her ability. Tuffnut was also a Houdini Splicer, but one of the few who use Winter Blast as their ability. They constantly argued, most of the time was with themselves, the rest was with the voices.

"Leave off you two. And SHUT UP!" He directed the last part to the voices. They were talking again.

"Kill them…kill them all…you get more this way…you must rid this paradise of parasites…kill the parasites." They were constantly nudging him to kill his fellow splicers, but what could he do. He wasn't even a thuggish splicer. He had overdosed on Adam one too many times, and the result was that he became deformed a bit, with less muscle strength. The only reason he was alive, was because his father, even in his crazy state of mind, wanted him to be alive.

"Wait!" Stoick shouted, sniffing the air. The others eagerly waited.

"Could it be?" He asked. He suddenly began to run. The others all hooted and shouted as they ran with him, knowing that Adam had been found at last! Hiccup was having a hard time keeping up. His slow legs were holding him up. The others ran around a corner. Hiccup followed. When he turned the corner, there was a Big Daddy, its helmet smashed in with blood and air leaking out of the suit. A little Sister was crying nearby. Stoick raised his hand, with a greedy glare. The Little Sister screamed.

"Mr. B! Save me Mr. B!" She wailed. Stoick grasped her in his hand and tore open her stomach. He fished around her insides, the little sister screaming before dying. He finally pulled out a slug.

"ADAM!" He shouted. Everyone cheered. Suddenly, there was a loud groaning sound. Hiccup, who was in the back, was the first to turn around. Behind them, was another Big Daddy! Its eyes were glowing a red color, and its drill was spinning like mad.

"Help!" Hiccup shouted. Stoick ran forward, cursing the whole time. Ruffnut and Tuffnut exploded in scarlet and sapphire roses and fog, only to reform in a different spot, flinging fireballs and ice blocks at the Big Daddy. Snotlout took out one of his weapons, a Shotgun, and began to shoot at the head with it. All Hiccup could do was stand to the side, covering his head. Finally, after what seemed like eternity, the splicers killed the second big daddy. Hiccup peaked an eye open. Everyone, from the kids to the adults were picking the Big Daddy dry. Hiccup started to go for scraps too, but he was pushed away.

"It's mine pipsqueak! I got it fair and square!" Spitelout shouted at him. Hiccup just watched as everyone got what they got, and ran away. There was nothing left but an eye from the corpse. The Little Sister and the other Big Daddy were also stripped down. Hiccup sighed.

"No quiet today." He muttered. Stoick called everyone to follow, as there was still Adam to be harvested.


A single red glow emanated from above the splicers. In the shadows on the ceiling was a Big Sister. It was focusing in on the corpses, or what was left, of the Big Daddies and the Little Sister. Her angry red eye focused in on a few faces: A large man with a beard and hammer, two twins pulling at a Big Daddy Helmet, a grizzly man with a shaved face, and a kid with a shotgun. But when her eyes turned onto the one in the back, the glow softened from red to yellow. He was the one who covered his eyes at the massacre. He wanted no part of it…NO! He wanted to salvage parts too! He was no better than the rest of the trash. Her glow went red again. She knew though, that since there were too many of them, that she would have no chance. She growled. The small one suddenly looked up at the noise. It didn't matter, though for there was no one there.


Hiccup woke up. Surrounding him was the rest of the splicers. They had all taken rest in a hallway. Two splicers were standing guard at either end of the hallway. Hiccup felt the need to go to the bathroom. He carefully stood up and walked silently through the crowd. He flinched as one of the two guards raised a weapon at him, a crazed look in his eyes. He quickly rushed past to another room, looking around before unzipping his pants. It didn't really matter it wasn't a bathroom. The room was trashed anyways, so peeing wouldn't do much more. But As Hiccup was about to finish, a growling sound came from above. Hiccup froze.

"Kill them…Kill them all…you will die now…you weren't good enough…you will die soon…" The voices acted up in his head again.

"Make it stop!" He shouted. Suddenly, a loud growl was heard from above. Hiccup looked up, now knowing the growl wasn't a hallucination. A single red circle glowed at him from above. Hiccup screamed.

"Big Sister!" He shouted. There were numerous yelps from outside the room, as the splicers woke up to his screams. The Big Sister noticed this, and grabbed him. He screamed as she ran through the hallway, through rooms they had passed before, and down stairways. The sounds were getting farther and farther away. Hiccup was crying.

"This is the end. I'm gonna die. I don't want to die!" He shouted.

"You will die…You WILL DIE!" The voices taunted at him. Hiccup was screaming. Suddenly, the Big Sister tripped. Hiccup went flying. The Big sister noticed this, and began to scramble for him. Hiccup quickly got up and ran. He wasn't fast enough however, as the Big Sister was now only four feet away, her extraction needle out towards him. Then, he noticed a dumbwaiter up ahead. He made a jump for it. He missed the needle, but when he landed into, the rope strained and broke loose. The Dumbwaiter was now without support, and it began to hurtle downward, a screaming Hiccup inside it. The Big Sister was at the top, watching as he escaped her. She pounded her fist against the wall.


Hiccup felt his stomach leap into his throat, his entire body feeling more weightless than before. He was panicking.

"I'm going to die! I'm gonna die!" He screamed in his head. Suddenly, the whole dumbwaiter stopped. Hiccup was flung into the bottom, bruising his whole right arm.

"Ow." He said. He noticed there was an opening. HE quickly scampered out, not wanting to be in the dangerous thing anymore. The first thing he noticed was the two bodies at the bottom, underneath the dumbwaiter.

"That's why I'm alive." He said to himself. He looked around. He appeared to be in some sort of lab, some bodies lying about here and there. Hiccup slowly walked through, careful not to make a sound. You never know what might be lurking there. After a while, Hiccup found a door.

"Yes! A way out!" He said with glee. He rushed over and opened it. There was another room, though this one had chemicals in vials and different tools. Hiccup looked around. He recognized some of the empty vials. A few were for Incinerate! Plasmids, a few others once had Telekinesis, and still others had all sorts of plasmids.

"People must have made Plasmids here before." He said to himself. He noticed one body on the floor. It looked like he was reaching for something before he died. Hiccup looked at him closely. There was a dog tag around his neck. Hiccup picked it up and read it.

"3160?" He said out loud. He then noticed what the doctor was trying to reach. There was a massive safe on the far wall. Hiccup scurried over to it. It was a combo lock, with four numbers.

"Four numbers? Wait, the dog tags had four digits." Being curious, he punched in the numbers. With a hiss, the safe opened. Hiccup peered inside. There was another Plasmid vial inside, but this one was full, and it had an unusual color to it. Instead of the traditional red, it was bright neon green with black cloud-like swirls floating inside. Hiccup was now excited. It was the first time he ever found a full plasmid! And with no one around to snatch it away from him. He looked around, and found a needle. He quickly ran over, picked it up, and ran back to the plasmid. He stuck the needle inside, draining the container completely, before taking it out. He hesitated at this point.

"Is this a good idea? Will taking in a plasmid be good for me?" he shook his head.

"Yes, I need this! If I am to survive without the tribe, I must protect myself!" He jabbed the needle into his arm and released the plasmid into his blood. As soon as it was empty, however, he instantly regretted it. The pain was excruciating.


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