Hey guys. Here with chapter one. So in the original I had planned for the whole story to be in Hiccup's POV, but I realized that I would have to approach this story with mulitple points of view to tell it right.

Chapter 1: A Plan for Revenge

Every day after school, Emma always went to a friends house. Being one of the most popular girls in her grade meant that she had many friends to choose from who would be more than willing to have her over for a few hours, but she almost always went home with Heather.

Heather, Emma, and Astrid were considered the most popular girls in their grade, and while all three of them had a close friendship, it was nothing compared to what Astrid had with Henry. Emma and Heather had been best friends since grade school, when Emma accidentally bumped into her on the way to class knocking all of their stuff on the ground, and then spent the next five minutes apologizing. They sat together at lunch, and after a very interesting conversation about frog dissection, became something almost as close as Henry and Astrid. Emma would do anything for Heather, and she was positive Heather would do anything for her. Anything that is, except let her win a round of Halo.

"Come on Heather!" Emma shouted. "Can't you let me win at least once?" Heather proceeded to shoot Emma's spartan in the head before tea bagging the corpse.

"Now where's the skill gain in that?" Heather chuckled. Her spartan suddenly found a knife in it's back as Emma assassinated it.

"Ha!" Emma shouted in triumph. Of course it was short lived as Heather returned shortly and shot Emma in the head again tea bagging her as the game ended and the final score appeared on screen. Heather 25, Emma 4.

Emma sighed dropping her controller. "Why do you always suggest this game? You know I suck at multi-player."

"Because you don't play them." Heather said as she went back to the main menu to find another map to play on. "Where do you wanna play next?"

"Can't we play something else?" Emma asked.

Heather shrugged. "I got Call of Duty."

"Too generic."

"Halo?"

Emma shook her head. "I'm tired of getting my butt kicked. I wanna play something else."

"That's all I got."

"You don't have any good story driven games? Like Witcher, or Mass Effect?"

"You know I don't play stuff like that Emma. I'd prefer a good first person shooter over some long boring RPG."

"And you call yourself a gamer." Emma muttered.

Heather gave an annoyed sigh. "Are we really going to have an argument about this again?"

Emma didn't reply. Instead she scooted over to the entertainment system. Wow, that really was all she had. All the Halo games, and every single Call of Duty game ever made. She sighed before scooting back in front of the tv. "Guess I'll just watch you play for awhile."

Heather grunted in response, not paying attention. She was focused on a round of infection. Emma watched the screen, Heather's spartan quickly and effeciently killing any infected zombies with either a shot gun at close range, or shooting across the map with her pistol. She could never hope to be that good. Soon Heather was the only one left, but she managed to last several more minutes, before finally running out of ammo, and becoming infected herself. Each round went the same way, and when it was over Heather was once again at the top of the score board.

"How did you get so good at this?" Emma wasn't one to gawk at useless skills, but even she had to admit that Heather was good at first person shooters.

"Practice." Heather said. "Just hours and hours and hours and hours-"

"I get it." Lightning flashed from outside followed by a mighty thunder crash. "Wow it's really coming down." Emma pulled out her phone.

"I know." Heather looked over at the window. The rain was coming in torrents. She couldn't even see passed her driveway.

"I'll be right back." Emma said. She placed her phone on the ground next to her before standing up."

"Where you goin'?"

"I have to pee."

"I'll alert the media." Heather said as she started another game.

"You asked where I was going." Emma said as she left the room. She was in the middle of washing her hands when more thunder boomed from outside vibrating the house. Suddenly, without warning, the room went dark. "Great." She muttered turning off the water. After feeling along the wall for the towel rack and drying her hands she fumbled through her pockets trying to find her phone, but she left it in the game room with Heather.

"Emma?" Heather called. "You alright in there?"

"Yeah." Emma fumbled with the door knob, trying to unlock it. She finally managed and quickly pushed it open. She was immediately blinded by light, and had to shield her eyes. "Care to lower that?"

"Sorry." Heather said. She was using her cell phone's flash light to light up the room. "Here." She handed Emma her phone.

"Thanks." Not two seconds after taking the phone it began to buzz. Emma looked at the screen and saw that the call was from Henry. Pressing the green button she lifted it to her ear. "Hello? What!" She screeched startling Heather. "I'll be right there!" Emma hung up before shooting her dad a text.

"What's going on?" Heather asked.

"My brother needs me." Heather said.

"Is he ok?"

"I don't know." Her phone buzzed as her father replied. She shot him another text before looking at Heather through the darkness. "I have to go. She quickly and carefully made her way down the stairs to the first floor of the house, and into the living room where she found Heather's mom reading a book with a flash light. "Mrs. Watson?"

The woman looked up from her book. "Yes dear?"

"I need a ride back to my house. Please."

"Something wrong sweety?"

"I don't know. My brother just called me in tears. I need to get home."

"Of course." Mrs. Watson stood up before making her way towards the front door. She grabbed her keys off one of the hooks by the door before grabbing an umbrella. "Let's get you home."

As soon as Emma made it home she didn't even say good bye or thank you to Heather or her mother. Instead she ran into her house and found her brother and father sitting on the living room couch in front of the fire place. The power was still out, so the heater couldn't be turned on to keep them warm.

Henry was wrapped in a blanket shivering, but she couldn't tell if it was because he was cold, or because he was still crying. She made her way over to them and sat down next to her brother. Apparently his shivering was from the crying because he had red puffy cheeks and blood shot eyes. He looked like he was trying to hold it in, but one soothing hand on his shoulder seemed to be enough to throw him over the edge again.

"Shhhhh." She cooed pulling him onto her shoulder. She looked to her father, "What happened?"

Stan shrugged. "I don't know. I was just finishing up at the high school, when I got a phone call from your princaple stating that Henry was in the court yard crying in the rain, so I immediately drove over to pick him up. He hasn't said a thing since we got home."

Emma hugged Henry closer, in an effort to both comfort him and help warm him up. "What happened."

"I-" He began, but seemed to be way to upset to talk. He couldn't hold back anymore as tears began slding down his cheeks. "I can't."

"Shh. It's going to be alright." She rubbed a soothing hand on his shoulder. "You don't have to tell me anything, if you don't want to."

He sniffled before pulling away from her. "I... I want to."

Emma nodded. "Tell me what happened."

As Henry began to speak, rage started to fill within her. She wanted to find Astrid and strangle the girls pretty little neck. She wanted to watch the life drain from her eyes. No one spoke to her brother like that. Oh, she was going to make certain Astrid wouldn't survive high school.

"Don't even think about it Emma." Stan said as Henry wrapped up his sad tale.

"What?" She asked.

"I know what you're planning, and since you will be attending my high school next year, I'm going to stop you before you do something that will ruin both my, and your reputation,"

"Come on dad. She broke my brother, your son's, heart." She was trying to hold in her anger. "In fact, she not only broke it, but proceeded to rip it out and stomp on it."

"I understand that, but-"

"We have to do something."

"There's nothing we can do. I wish there was, but a lover's spat between teenagers isn't exactly something to be upset about."

"So that's it. Just do nothing." Emma wasn't sure who to be more angry at. Astrid, or her father. "Look at how damaged he is. What if this results in reprecussions down the road?"

"Then we'll deal with them. I'm not going to let you, or your brother jeapordize each other's futures because of a lover's spat."

"Lover's spats have been known to drive people to suicide dad." Emma was still comforting her brother, who had stopped sniffling and shivering. "Let me at least cut all of her hair off or something. I'll make sure she pays for what she's done."

Suddenly Henry stood, throwing the blanket off him. His clothes were still soaked, but he didn't seem to care. "Don't worry about me Emma." He didn't sound sad anymore. Wiping his eyes with his wet sleeve, he sniffled one more time before wiping his eyes with his wet sleeve. His mood had changed. He was done feeling sorry for himself. He wanted to take life into his own hands, and do something drastic.

"Dad," he started, "I want to transfer schools."

Stan began coughing, choking on air at his son's strange request. "You want to what?"

"I can't keep going to school with a person who despises me so much."

"Where do you plan on going?" Emma asked. She was surprised at his sudden mood change.

Henry didn't even hesitate with his answer. "I'd like to go live with Uncle Gary and transfer to Berserker High."

"But that's all the way down in Texas!" Stan shouted.

"Dad please. I need to do this."

"And what if I refuse?"

He looked his father dead in the eye before giving his next answer. "Then those reprecussions Emma mentioned might just might become a reailty."

Stan swallowed. There was no way his son would do such a thing. Right? He had multiple break ups and rejections through out high school without doing anything drastic. But he wasn't his son, but maybe he could be reasoned with. "Henry, there are plenty of fish in the sea. Don't get so worked up over a girl."

Henry sat back down. He was hoping he wouldn't have to beg, but stubborness was something his family was known for. "Please dad. Let me go for at least a year. I need to get away from this town for awhile."

Stan sighed. "You really want to do this?"

Henry nodded. "I promise I'll be back to graduate from Berk High. Just give me some time to get over it. Away from her."

Stan sighed again before looking his son in the eyes. "Ok. Let me give Gary a call." In order to make said call he had to go to the landline in the kitchen due to the power still being out.

When their father was out of the room Emma wrapped the blanket back around her brother. "You sure you want to do this?"

He gave a determined nodd. "I've never been more sure about anything in my life."

"What do you plan to do in Texas?"

He smiled. "I plan to change everything about myself."

"What do you mean?"

"Astrid called me a hiccup. I'm gonna show her just how un-hiccup I am." He stood up again throwing the blanket off him. "When I return I won't be skin and bone. When I return I'll be taller, and stronger. I'll be every girls dream. No one will recognize me."

Emma tried to keep herself from laughing at her brother's crazy speech, but his back was to her so either he didn't notice, or didn't care. "And what do you plan to do with your new look when you get back?"

He turned to face her. "I'm gonna get Astrid to fall for me. And then," his hands formed fists as he looked her dead in the eye, "I'm going to rip her heart out."

Stan came back into the room just as the lights flickered back on. "Gary thinks it's a great idea."

Henry turned to him. "Really?"

Stan nodded. "Yep, so pack your bags. It looks like you're moving to Texas."

And thus begins Henry's quest for revenge. Chapters will eventually get longer as the story progresses. Chapter three will be up soon, so look out for it. Thanks for the faves and follows! Till next time!