Stupid Love - Chapter 20

Pairing: Hijack

Word Count: 2099

Warnings: Car chases, Lots of language, violence, reckless driving, life-or-death situation, potentially-fatal car accident, major injuries, Pitch smoking a cigarette because he thinks he's cool

Author's Notes: Alright, if the warnings didn't already give it away, this chapter is extremely action-based and violent, and it ends very abruptly. And, unfortunately, I am behind on several other fics and need to get back to them before updating this again. Does this mean the story is over? No! I am going to return to it soon; I PROMISE. I will update sometime next month, most likely, but I just want you to know it will be a bit of a wait.

Now...I apologize in advance for what you're about to read. Well, not really. ;)

The grey cell phone vibrated, buzzing against the plastic lining of the cupholder it'd been tossed into and singing a series of chimes as Pitch drove after the black fiero in front of him. He spared a mere glance at the phone, but ignored it, letting it ring uselessly while he tended to more pressing matters.

His attention was now entirely on the measly fiero in front of him, heading for the highway like a coward. Did that little punk and his runt of a friend REALLY think they could come into HIS business and just steal from HIM-THE Pitch Black? With no consequences? Well, if so, they were sorely mistaken, and he was about to prove it.

Hiccup smacked the clutch and shifted into third gear as he pulled onto the highway, the storm overhead seeming to follow his every move. His eyes narrowed as he flipped his windshield wipers to a higher interval, but he still couldn't see the road clearly ahead of him.

He barely noticed the mile marker sign on the side of the road as he flew past it, instantly leaning forward and glancing around hopefully. Sandy and Astrid should be waiting for him somewhere up ahead.

"Alright, Astrid," he mumbled to himself, keeping his eyes peeled for Stormfly, "where are you...?"

The headlights on the black mustang behind him flashed in his mirrors as the vehicle picked up speed, accompanied by the flashes of lightning through the sky above. The rain fell harder and the highway became even more difficult to see through his windshield wipers' pathetic attempt to give him a clearer view. Hiccup clenched his jaw, nervous.

"Great," he grumbled through his clenched teeth, "just what I need."

He kept his foot on the gas, but every time he glanced up at his mirror, the black mustang only crept closer.

Hiccup breathed through his nose, trying to keep his eyes on the road for Astrid and Sandy, but the man behind him was determined to catch up to him. He didn't want to think about why.

He squinted as he noticed a bridge up ahead, and frowned. He knew Astrid was supposed to be waiting somewhere before the bridge, not after. With no sign of Stormfly in sight, he swallowed dryly and started to panic again. He WAS supposed to go South, right? He bit down on his lip. Oh, fuck, why did he have to change up the plan by being so...so impulsive? And stupid? Now. He was stuck in this mess with no way out!

He leaned forward, about to reach for his cell phone in his back pocket, but the mustang suddenly slammed into the rear of his car, jolting him against the steering wheel.

"Gah!" Hiccup gasped, the horn blaring until he pushed himself back into his seat. He glared into his side mirror and kept his foot on the gas. He needed to get out of here, and fast.

The car dinged, trying to notify him of the issues it was having, as well as still being low on fuel. Hiccup jerked the steering wheel, swerving into the opposite lane and then back again. Pitch only kept on his ass, never letting him get more than a few feet away.

He saw the mustang slow a moment, only to rush ahead and slam into Toothless' rear again. Hiccup clenched his fists around the wheel, feeling them shaking. Toothless wasn't going to last much longer; he had to do SOMETHING and soon!

He yelped as Pitch reared him again, and Toothless quickly lost traction. The car hydroplaned, having finally reached the short bridge that stood over a creek, and the wheel jammed under Hiccup's hand, swerving over onto the rumble bars. Hiccup slammed on his brakes, but it was too late. Toothless' front fender smacked up against the bridge wall and slid along, the black mustang now pushing him into the barrier, keeping him from stopping.

Hiccup bit his lip and attempted to pull into drive and just floor it. It worked! Toothless pulled away and Pitch's car smashed into the wall instead.

Hiccup tried to shift gears, but Pitch was fast, turning and bumping Toothless' left brakelight. Hydroplaning on the pavement, Hiccup tried to stay calm and turn the wheel as much as he could, finally resultng in just flipping around to the other side of the road. Now he was facing the way he'd just came. He grinned. Gee, thanks, strange and hostile person whom he'd never met! That just helped him out a lot!

Pitch drove off in the opposite direction, so Hiccup took his chance and downshifted, putting the pedal to the floor. Toothless reared up a moment before slamming back on the round and taking off, back towards the bridge and into town again.

The rain lifted, but the dark clouds lingered. Hiccup flipped his wipers off and looked out the window as he passed the bridge again.

Hiccup let out a genuine laugh as he checked his rearview mirror and there was no sign of the black mustang. He must have given up! Ha!

Let Astrid call him a weakling NOW! Speaking of Astrid...

Hiccup reached down to pull out his phone, hitting 2 to speed-dial his best friend, and put it up to his ear. He waited as it rang, slowly becoming more aware of everything that just happened and was still going on. Toothless was starting to shake violently as he punched into second gear again. He glanced back up in his mirror. Still no mustang.

"Hiccup? Where the fuck are you?!" Astrid's voices suddenly screeched over his phone.

Hiccup rolled his eyes,

"I'm on 48, but I'll be back to Gobber's in no time. You would not BELIEVE what just happened to me-"

He barely took his eyes off the road for a moment to check his side mirror, only to see the black mustang right behind him, no lights, just before it slammed into Toothless and the whole car launched forward. Hiccup's phone flew at his windshield and he grabbed at his steering wheel to keep from flying anywhere as well, but just as he did, the car sputtered and slowed to a stop.

"Oh, no, no, no..." Hiccup panted, frantically turning his key to try to start his car. No luck.

He heard an engine rev loudly to his left and he slowly turned his head, seeing the black mustang from before, front end smashed up and headlights broken, waiting for him only meters away.

"No! Come on, bud," Hiccup paniced, trying again to start his car, but it wouldn't turn over for him. "Come on! Please!"

Pitch stepped on the gas and the mustang sped forward, right for the side of Hiccup's fiero. Hiccup looked up just in time to see the broken headlight of the car smash into his side mirror. The sound of metal-on-metal was drowned out by the window cracking loudly as his head smacked against it. Pitch's car roared in Hiccup's ears as he began to push Toothless off the road.

"Agh, no-!" Hiccup pushed at the now-shattered glass of his window and the mustang backed up again. "Fuck!"

He tried to push his door open, but it was smashed in. He wasn't going anywhere.

Just as he thought, Pitch hit the gas again, the mustang loudly banging into the side of Hiccup's car again, only taking a short shove before the car slid into the ditch. Hiccup had his eyes shut tightly, but he could feel the tires begin to tilt and the whole car flip on its side and then upside-down. He could hear the glass shtter in all directions and the loud clanging of the engine falling apart as it smashed around under the hood.

"Shit-OWW-!"

Hiccup fell up-or down, rather-and his head smashed against the ceiling of the fiero, his hands getting cut as pieces of glass filled the car. He tried to move around so he wasn't upside-down, but his leg was caught between the smashed-in door and the steering wheel.

Toothless tilted again, but finally moved back, resting permanently on its roof. Hiccup blinked. His head hurt, and his foot was apparently stuck and keeping him upside-down, but at least he wasn't dead. He was still alive. He could still make it.

Pitch stepped out of the black mustang, walking towards the edge of the road and into the gravel.

He scowled down at the overturned vehicle, shouting angrily,

"Now look what you've done! Thousands I could've got for those parts!"

Hiccup squinted, hearing something. He cocked his head, just barely seeing the tall man standing at the top of the ditch.

"Wha...?" Whatever the man was saying, not a word of it was making sense. He felt something rush to his head before blood pounded in his ears. He closed his eyes. Whatever that man was going to do next couldn't possibly be as bad as what he'd just endured.

"All that money down the drain, all thanks to you and your fucking friend!" Pitch continued. "Well, you want your piece of shit car so bad, you can HAVE IT!"

Pitch glanced around, the rain had finally stopped for good, and as he took another look at his handiwork, he noticed a blatant fuel leak. A small puddle was forming in the gravel near the roof of the car.

Pitch grinned and reached into his shirt pocket, lifting the flip and taking out a pack of cigarettes. He flipped it open, pulling one out and shoved it between his lips, and then returned the pack to his pocket, only to take out a match.

He knelt down and scraped the match on the pavement, and the little match sparked and produced a flame. He held it up to his cigarette, and lit it. He puffed at it a moment and then smiled around his cigaretteen before flicking the lit match down into the ditch.

It landed in a patch of grass only inches from the puddle that continued to grow.

Pitch snickered to himself as he turned back to his car. He ran his hand along the crumpled metal of his hood. He really shouldn't have to do all the hard work around here; it just makes a mess.

He stepped over to his open door, only to hear a click of something behind him.

"Huh?" He glanced over his shoulder, but didn't see anything but the open highway.

He turned back to his car door, but there now stood a familiar, short man with blonde hair in his way.

"Ah!" Pitch stumbled back in surprise, but quickly regathered himself.

"Going somewhere?" He heard a feminine voice say behind him. He turned, only to see another blonde-this time, one he didn't know.

He let out a lowly chuckle, looking down at the short man.

"Ah, haha, Sandman. Here to save the day again?" He teased, taking a step further toward the road. Astrid rushed in front of him to block his path. Sandy stood behind him.

Pitch smirked and tilted his head back to glance toward the ditch, continuing,

"If so, I'm afraid you're a bit late for that."

Astrid's glare dropped instantly, and she pushed past the tall man, running over to the edge of the road. Down in the ditch was an upside-down Toothless. Just as she took the step to rush down and help him, her eyes fixed on the orange flame latching onto a pool of black liquid near the rear of the car.

The fire beelined for the car and an enormous BANG sounded as the entire car was surrounded in flames and jolted into the air, exploding.

Her mind didn't even have time to process what had happened. She only screamed,

"No! HICCUP!"