AN: HEEEERES CHLOË. That's my name if you didn't already know!

Late update again, I know I'm sorry but I turned 17 and I've been busy with my new puppy! He's a miniature black labradoodle called Harry, and he doesn't get along with my Tortoise, Squirtle.

I SAW HTTYD2 AND I WANT TO CRYYYYYYY!

Captain America 2 is fantastic! I want to see Penguins of Madagascar and I can't wait for Batman vs Superman. I didn't get to go to Comicon which made me sad and I have seen waaay too many Disney movies lately

Anyway, who has seen Guardians of the Galaxy? I went on Sunday and it blew my mind. I've been listening to Awesome Mix Vol. 1 ever since! As you can tell, movies run my life. As does this little piece of fiction.

I have run out of things to talk about so I'm going on to reviews now :)

Lady-x-Exorcist: WOAH WOAH WOAH! I'm not killing Toothless! I have a heart. At the moment anyway, we never know! Hehehe

Rider's Light: Why thank you! I don't want to finish the actual story with a cliffhanger but I love leaving the chapters on them because the reactions are hilarious.

GUEST: WOO EAST MIDLANDS= the most boring place on the planet.

17blanceri: Don't worry, I love those kind of stories too! We are just weird like that. My dog is crazy goofy but he's only 13 weeks old at the moment!

fofi 3: I know, I wish I could update more but I just don't have the time. I finish high school in may next year then i'll be going on to Universiy after that hopefully. But everytime I get a break, I'm writing this.

Ralyssene118: Trust me my friend, England isn't that cool. At least my part of it isn't.

gradgirl2010: THANK YOU!

Demoncrisis: *Joins in and turns into sad hulk* HULK DON'T KNOW WHY HULK JUST DO. HULK SORRY

Now thats done, on with the story!

Boat

With a 'LANDO HO' and a swift kick to my side, I was awake. The scent of sea air confused me for a second, as it's not usually that strong on Berk, but then the events of the previous day came rushing back to me. I weighed up what s happening to see how bad my situation was.

Boat: Not so bad, I'm used to boats.

Berk not in sight: Kind of bad but I often lose sight if the island when out.

Alvin: Treacherous

Outcast Island: Like pain on a platter.

Da da da, I thought, we're dead.

Wait, we, "TOOTHLESS!" I all but screamed that last part. I was sat in a no longer growing pool of his blood. He looked at me through heavy-lidded eyes, unable to lift his head, and groaned at me as though pleading for help. There was nothing I could do to soothe the pain so I reached as far into his cage as possible and stroked his snout, ignoring my own injuries and trying to be as gentle as possible. However, things don't go as planned in my life so of course, when Toothless was just getting comfortable, the ship lurched and hit the dock, jerking the Night Furies' wounds and causing him more pain.

"Welcome to yr new 'ome, 'Iccup!" Alvin spat, striding over to us. I tried to look as threatening as possible but I wasn't doing much hotter than Toothless, so it didn't work. At best, I probably looked somewhere between miffed and mildly concerned.

"Wha's that face fer, eh? No' 'appy to be 'ere? To see me per'aps?" He grabbed the front of my tunic and pulled me within an inch of his enormous nose

"You will learn respec' or Berk suffers fer yer ignorance!" I flinched as he grinned then dropped me. Only then did I get a good look at my captor.

Six feet tall and not far off being six feet wide, but not fat, just pure muscle. Decked out in chain mail, mismatched armour and a typical Viking helmet which sat atop a mass of singed hair and beard, jutting out in every possible direction (and some impossible ones too). He looked like an un-dead version of my father. Alvin's most distinct feature however wasn't his size or beard, but his face.

Through those years of me being (as my father so kindly put it) 'the worst Viking Berk had ever seen,' the Berkians always held kinder expressions on their features. Even dad, who was constantly filled with anger, hatred and loathing, plus some emotions that weren't specifically against me, he never looked like Alvin. A sneer and a grin, crooked arched eyebrows and a glimmer in his eyes reminiscent of a child at Snoggletog. This was pure evil.

Berk

Little did we know what approached us from behind.

The chink of a steel net, Stormfly's screech, firm outcast hands grabbing me and my muffled cries. All singed to one thing. Gobber wasn't beckoning us; he was warning us. Too late, I thought as we were wrestled out of the hall and towards the arena where I could see Zippleback gas and Gronckle shots being fired.

The other riders and their dragons were there, either already in or being pushed into cages. Eventually, after much kicking, screaming, biting and spitting; the outcasts managed to force Stormfly and me into a cage of our own. The door slammed and I curled up into a ball against Stormfly's belly.

They'd won. The outcasts had rounded up the riders, brought the chief to his knees and struck fear into the hearts of the Berkians. Not to mention Alvin had Hiccup.

Berk had lost all hope.

AN: How do you like it then huh? Not was much of a cliffhanger right? Next chapter will be solely Hiccup...probably.

Also, my tumblr has changed from thereissuchathingasmagic to furiednight so just search that and follow me there. I have another blog running on blogger as well, it's caled the Chloë Corner. Both links are below.

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Bye and here's a tissue and a bless you for those who sneezed!