January 2, 2048 5:30 am

*beep beep beep*

Hiccup groaned as light invaded his vision. He squinted at the alarm clock like it was the cause of all the worlds problems. Turning off the awful beeping contraption Hiccup got up. He didn't understand why his alarm clock decided to wake him from good dreams only, well his wasn't that good, but it was better then the memory he relived earlier last night.

He stood up and stretched with a yawn and headed to the kitchen. 'Why do you wake up so early! I want to sleep!' His head yelled at him which made him smirk and chuckle a little. He placed his mug under the coffee machine and pressed start. He grabbed a couple pieces of bread and stuck them into the toaster unconsciously. While the voice in his head grumbled about not being a morning person.

Hiccup knew he wasn't normal in the least. His hobby of tracking and killing Superiors differs from most others hobbies. He sometimes had full on conversations in his head with a extremely annoying voice. Best of all though is that he was so bipolar, as people call him, that he can change emotion in a blink of an eye without any kind of trigger.

He stopped his mental assessment of himself when the coffee maker went off. He shook his head to get rid of the thoughts before he took the coffee and toast to the kitchen table. He quickly buttered the toast and started to eat. His mind wondered back to last night. He was curious to see what the newspaper thought about this killing. They marked the last four as either accidents or as Resistance killings. Hiccup actually enjoyed their guessing, he liked how clueless they were.

After eating his toast and finishing his coffee, Hiccup headed to the shower. He usually took showers right after his kills, but he was way to tired yesterday. He took a 20 minute shower and got dressed. He felt so sluggish this morning, it was a good thing he usually woke up earlier then he needed to. With another yawn Hiccup grabbed his backpack and left the house. He sent one more glance over his shoulder at the one floor building before he made his way to the bus stop.

He waved at a few of his neighbors and old friends on the way. His fake smile was plastered on his face to hide how tired he felt. His friends always asked why he faked a smile, but the answer was so simple. Tiredness would lead to attention, which leads to questions, and questions expect answers, and answers are never good.

He sighed as he looked at his watch. It was old, but in great condition. His father had gave it to him on his 5th birthday. The watch was one of the only things that he had to remember his father by. A small sad smile appeared on his face as he looked at it. It read 6:53 am, which meant it still worked.

Hiccup looked down the road and gave a half hearted smirk. He saw the yellow death trap on wheels coming his way. It was exactly eight minutes late, but at least it showed up. With a squeaking of the breaks, the bus stopped in front of him. The doors opened to reveal a upset looking Mildew, the bus driver. Then again Mildew was always upset. Hiccup offered the guy a smile as he stepped onto the bus and walked to the back.

He ignored everyone as he scanned the crowd for a signal face. The bus continued in its journey with a lurch that made Hiccup hold on to the seats with a death grip so he didn't fall over. He rolled his eyes at the old man and then continued to search the crowd. Hiccup's face lit up as his eyes landed on the blonde in the back of the bus holding the newest addition of the newspaper. A smirk came across the girls face when she knew she was spotted. He made his way over to the girl and slid into the seat with her.

"Well? Whose the killer this time?" Her smirk grew at the statement, but she never took her eyes off the paper. She continued to read the article she was in, but still responded.

"Well hello to you too Hiccup. My morning was fine thanks for asking." She said sarcastically to him as he deadpanned at her. He rolled his eyes and chucked a bit.

"Well hello Malady. How was your Morning." She smiled and nodded at him as if to say good job. She looked back as her newspaper and scanned the article of the recent Superior death.

"Good now that introductions are over, apparently The Resistance has stepped up there game and killed The Butcher. That's what the paper says though. I'm sure the real story is way better so please, do tell." She finally closed the paper and stared at him as if prompting him to talk. He did of course, he never was one to keep his mouth shut. He told her all about last night.

" I swear Astrid they don't even know anything about Superiors anymore. I'm pretty sure they were about to have a tea party!" Hiccup exclaimed after his story telling. Half way through the story they had gotten off the bus and into the school. He was now finishing up his story at his locker. He slammed it shut and stared at the girl as she began to talk.

"Your right, they need to step up their game. They need someone like you. Of course you do that whole I work alone thing so..." She trailed off at that. A hint if a smile played at her lips as she teased him. She always liked to play with that fact and make comments like 'forever alone'.

"It's better when you don't have to worry about someone else's life. I can't risk one of my friends getting hurt." Hiccup complained to her. He didn't have much to live for, but he could never put his friends in danger.

"I volunteer Ruffnut as tribute! She's perfect! No one would miss her and if you don't want to take her with you she could be a test dummy for your new experiments!" Tuffnut said as he and his twin walked up. He looked excited at the idea of his sister being a test dummy.

"Hey! You can't just give me away! Anyway, for this test dummy thing, will it include explosions? If it does then I'm in." Ruffnut said with an expression so serious Hiccup was about to hit his head against his locker. He saw Astrid tying to not laugh at them from the corner of his eye and he sighed. This was one of many reasons why he didn't like talking about these topics. His friends were just to willing to get hurt.

"Can I be the one who tests it on her?" Tuffnut asked. The twins then got into a fight on who would be able to hit the other more times with an invention while blindfolded. They were arguing about who would be blindfolded and who would be the thrower or the person things are being thrown at. Hiccup held his head as a headache started. He glared at Astrid, who found this hilarious.

"Someone's morning started out crappy." Fishlegs said as he approached the group with Snotlout. The two boys observed the scene in front of them. As soon as they heard Ruffnut was going to be the test dummy they flipped.

"You can't hurt Ruffnut!" They both exclaimed simultaneously. They then looked at each other and glared, which lead to an argument to who Ruffnut liked more. Hiccup sighed again before he grabbed his bag and left the school. It was way to early for any of that.

"Hey where do you think your going? Just gonna ditch?" Astrid asked as she fell into step with him. He glared at her before focusing ahead.

"If ditching means escaping that hell back there that you just started then yes, I'm ditching." He wasn't surprised when she continued to walk with him, humming slightly. Her good mood was almost annoying at the moment, but he just kept his mouth shut.

"So where are we going?" Astrid asked after a couple of minutes. Hiccup stopped in his place and realized he actually didn't have a destination in mind. He continued to walk straight after his short pause.

"My house." She lifted an eyebrow at him as a small playful smile worked its way onto her face. She looked forward again with a hop in her step that Hiccup didn't like.

"You know any other guy and I would have hurt him for suggesting we go back to his place. It's a good thing we're just friends and I've known your gay for months now." Hiccup knew that if he was drinking something it would have been all over the side walk by now. He stared at his friend with an expression mixed between 'what the fuck' and 'how the hell'. Astrid had to hold back from laughing.

"You. What? How?" Hiccup sputtered out looking for answers. Astrid smirked at him as they turned the corner onto his road.

"Sorry, but your really obvious Hic. You checkout more guys then Fishlegs does library books." Astrid chuckled as her friend's face went bright red. He look like he wanted the ground to open up and swallow him whole. She looked ahead and squinted.

"I never thought I was that obvious I mean-"hiccup rambled totally oblivious to how uneasy the girl next to him got.

"Hic." Astrid said trying to get his attention. He ignored her and continued to ramble.

"Who found out first? Was it you-" He had a contemplating look on as he tried to answer his own question.

"Hic." Worry tinted her voice as she stopped walking down the street.

"Or Fishlegs? Don't tell me it was the twins or Snotl-" he continued as if she never spoke up. Done with his obliviousness Astrid shouted.

"Hic!" He stopped and turned around. Upon seeing her worried face he walked back to her and gave her a questioning look.

"Who the hell is at your house?!" Her voice was full out scared now and that worried Hiccup more then anything could. Astrid was not someone who scared easily, not at all.

Hiccup turned around and dread filled him. Out side his house stood five people. Five people who he had seen before, last night. The Resistance was here, they found him. He knew that there weren't only five, probably 30 people, most hidden.

He took a deep breath and got his keys out. He looked over his key chain before taking off one flashlight and two keys. He turned to Astrid and shoved then into her hands.

"Backup plan two. Go get the others." He said as he turned and continued to walk down the street toward the people. He heard Astrid take off in the opposite direction as he pulled his phone and at plugs out. He blasted his music so it looked like that was why he didn't notice the people. If everything went as planned then these people would regret finding him because he was someone to be feared. This is lesson they will just have to learn the hard way.