January 1, 2048 12:01 am

Hiccup stood in the silent dark alley as he stared across the street at the mansion. His eyes filled with hatred as they landed a guy who was obviously drunkly flirting with a girl on the balcony. Hiccup's hand unconsciously slid down to his waist where he could feel the handle of his loaded gun. The gun wasn't going to kill the guy, but it would slow down his escape. No, Hiccup already knows how to kill this Superior.

He waits a few more minutes before the girl leaves the man alone. Mourning the loss of a potential bed warmer, the man leans on the balcony and takes a sip of his drink. Hiccup knows he is wasted because this man gets wasted every year when he throws his New Years party. This is the only year where his celebration will get cut short.

Hiccup watches the man for any sign or hint of leaving his spot. Once he was positive the man was there to stay he reached into the brown satchel on the ground and pulled out a file. He spared one more look at the man before he opened his file. He fetched his special flashlight from his pocket and read.

Name: The Butcher

Power classes: Miscellaneous (laser eyes)

Power level: 6

Damage intake: 2

Kills: 10,846

Notes:
- Thinks highly of himself and is almost never on guard
- Tends to kill for fun or party when bored
- Hardest to hit with regular weapons

Weakness: smoke

Diagnosis: extremely dangerous, kill on sight.

Hiccup closet the file and turns the flashlight off. After putting them both back, he straightened up and got to work. He pulled his hood over his head as he crossed the road. Keeping his head down to not draw attention to himself, he set his plan into action.

He approached the back of the house where he knew the main vent would be. Quietly and quickly, he ran to the vent, sparing a few glances at The Butcher. He went over to a bush and pulled his previously placed tools out.

He looked down at the smoke machine and matches. His plan was relatively simple. He would put the smoke machine on a timer and go into the party. Once he was in he would lock Butcher in his room and set a fire outside the door. The smoke should go off by then and it would weaken him to make an escape less likely. When you add the smoke from the fire Butcher would be totally helpless and will burn to death or be shot if he try's to jump off the balcony.

Hiccup carried the smoke machine over to the vent and set the timer to 20 minutes. His hand flinched as he heard a scream come from the house. 'Make that 30 minutes' he thought irritatedly. His hand was about to touch the turner when another scream was heard.

"It's the Resistance!" A random male yelled. Hiccup gave a sigh to himself as he looked at the twenty minute timer.

"Better make it fifty." He muttered to himself. Don't get him wrong, he loves the Resistance and all they do, but sometimes they just get in the way. He turned it to thirty before a third scream cried out, this time closer. He stood and left the timer at Thirty as he decided to just make this quick.

Turning the corner to the front of the house, Hiccup was thrown back by an explosion. He grumbled to himself as he stood and dusted himself off. He squinted through the smoke to see a group of people quickly entering the building.

"Damn it." He mutters to himself as he follows them. He ran up the stairs and managed not to trip. His lungs were assaulted by smoke as soon as his feet cross the threshold of the mansion. He coughed and sputtered, but continued on into the house seemingly unfazed.

Hiccup knew were The Butcher was, so he just had to make it there befor-.

He turned to the Butcher's bedroom door to see two men standing guard. He knew their names were Hookfang and Eugene, resistance members. Quickly, he hid behind the wall and cursed, they had found his target. The men were about twice his size, but he was prepared for anything.

Taking a deep breath to ready himself, he pulled out a small silver cylinder and rolled it over to the two men. They looked startled at the random object before their expressions switched to confused. Before either man could process what was happening, gas came out of the cylinder and the two men were out cold.

Hiccup smiled as he watched his new plan unfold. He ran over to where the two guards were lying and peeked inside the room. He saw three more resistance members surrounding The Butcher. The Butcher was on edge due to the small about of smoke from the explosion slightly weakening him. he looked ready to attack.

Quickly he moved the men to a safe distance before looking into the room again. Hiccup smiled again as he looked to the vent right below Butcher's feet that was releasing the smoke. 'Time's up' he thought as he pulled the matches out of his back pocket. He lit one and threw it to the bottom of the wooden door before running in.

Four heads turned to him as he made his entrance, they were all calculating him. He loved this part truly. They wanted to see if he was a threat or not, well he certainly is, but they don't have to know that just yet. He smiled widely at them all, like this situation was no big deal. He saw his smile made a white haired male's face go from analyzing to outright confused. He internally laughed as the others expressions then mirrored the man's.

"Hi! You must all be wondering what I'm doing here and why I'm not scared shitless!" He said happily as he made his way closer to the group. He saw a flash of silver as one girl pulled out her gun. That made him stop, but his smile never faltered. He moved a stool behind him with one foot as he continued.

"Anyway, I'm here to make sure I don't end up killing like three innocent people! So we should go shouldn't we?" He said as he tackled the three resistance members to the ground, effectively knocking the gun away. After his little football session he stood and dodged the lasers that were shot at him. Wincing, he looked down at his shoulder was a cut was. He made eye contact with The Butcher before he kicked him in the chest. The man was all flailing limbs as his ankles came in contact with the footstool. He tripped and landed in the fire were smoke consumed him. Hiccup quickly walked over to the now limp body and checked for a pulse.

Done with his work, Hiccup approached the balcony and stood on the ledge. He was about the jump down, but stopped. He heard the sound of loading a gun and turned to see the a redhead who he tackled. He smiled at her again before putting his hands in the air.

"Well, I'm sorry to tell you this princess, but today isn't the day you can shoot me. I mean, if you really want to, you could, but I think getting those two and the two outside the door out of here is more important. Good luck and bye." With that he jump backwards off the balcony. His flight suit caught in the wind and helped him glide down. Though, due to it not being fully perfected it malfunctioned.. He landed in a bush with a "ow" before scrambling out and running. He saw the female along with a man on the balcony watching his escape as the other man held the two injured lookouts.

He continued to run until the tall, luxurious buildings turned to old worn down houses. He took a few wrong turns in case he was still being followed, he knew this place like the back of his hand. When he was positive he lost them he turned into his street. His pace turned sluggish as he approached his house.

He remembered the days when his family was rich and whole. He remembered when he didn't have a care in the world. Now, though he lives in a death trap with no family left except a few distant relatives. The only thing he didn't have to worry about, but still did, was probably tens of millions of miles away. His one true worry is something he doesn't like to speak of much.

With a sigh to where his thoughts were going, Hiccup grabbed his keys from his pocket and opened his door. He dragged his feet all the way into his bedroom and flopped on his bed. Apparently running across town can tire someone out.

He didn't bother to change his clothes as he got comfy and drifted off into a world that was sometimes even worse than the one he lives in. The world faded black for a second before a new scene was brought forward. His surroundings were fuzzy with memory, but he recognized the place.

"H-Hic I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean t-to" a young voice stuttered out. Hiccup flipped around to see a very blurry figure standing there staring at him. He felt something inside him tighten.

"I-It's okay-"

"You d-did this! You're a monster! An abomination!" Another youthful voice rang out, cutting Hiccup off. He whirled back around and saw a young version of himself with teary eyes. He heard a gasp from the other child and looked over his shoulder.

"No, I-" the girl tried to argue, but it was no use. The young Hiccup was having none of it. The boy had an untamed fury in his eyes.

"Get out! Get out and as far away from me as possible! If you are even partially human, if you haven't been fully corrupted then use it to understand that I'm not safe if you stay here! I'll never be safe with an unnatural murderer like you!" The young boy basically shirked at the other child who was now full out crying, or that's what Hiccup believed the blurry liquid objects running down her cheeks meant. She stumbled out of the building and went far away, just like she was told.

"I'm sorry..., but it was for the best." The older Hiccup mumbled this before he turned to leave as well. He walked in the opposite direction of the young girl. When he reached the back door, he opened it and walked through only to wake up with a tear soaked face.

'I didn't mean to' a voice rang out in his head. He put his head in his hands and sighed at the thought of his nightmare. No, not a nightmare... a memory.