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Dark Inquisitor: This story is fucking genius! Keep'em coming

Vala411: Love it :) Keep up the good work.

Thank you for liking well the story well overall xd, I was really negative with the outcome to be honest but looks like it bit my ass back.

Guest: Awesome. Good to see Drake put all of them in there proper places!

Well that's just the tip of the iceberg so far, you'll see Harper fuck them up real good or maybe the opposite xd.

Okay overall, I'll try to do a double update today and as for grammar management I apologize really since I just well once I write I don't stop to check for grammar so I just keep on typing once I get some momentum going and at the same time my mind tends to shortcut the words as I proofread so I did not notice my errors until I re-read the story as I posted it but once this bad boy is done I'll re write it fixing all ze errors, overall that's why if you were to see I instead wrote meat with meet xd.

As for the story, this is a Hiccstrid story, but I was actually planning to make the crime au a H/OC story lol.

Enough author notes, on with the story

Chapter Six: Hel Choose You

(Alek's P.O.V)

Over all we are screwed, Gobber's pissed with us. Sam, Eret, and Trevor are out cold after Drake gave them a beating I've never seen someone do besides the movies I watched. And he was a stick for Thor's sake how did he manage to body slam Sam when he's mostly made out of muscle, same goes with Eret knocking him out with two headbutts. Right now, I keep thinking about his eyes, they reminded me of someone. Someone I knew but I can't put my finger on it.

At the moment, me and Frank and Cami and dragging the guys to Mrs. Haddock or Val, leaving Heather to clean the mess. We'll follow as soon as we got these muttonheads in. While walking I saw the one guy I didn't want to see come by, the merc just walked to us with a look goofy look.

"I see you guys need help with the three musketeers." Drake said playfully.

I grit my teeth, man this is one sarky bastard. I was about to decline but I already saw him taking Sam from Frank doing a fireman's carry. I looked surprise to see him calmly walking without struggling what so ever.

"So where are we taking them?" Drake asked.

"By the clinic, just follow us." Cami responded helping me drag Trevor.

He nodded before following us quietly. "Hey Alek, don't you think he's well you know I guess hot." Cami whispered to me making me look at her instantly with a questioning look.

"Whoa Alek, I mean I can tell he's our age and look he does seem like a nice guy." She responded.

I actually thought he was really well attractive. Auburn hair, green eyes that would melt through your soul, even if he is thin chances are he might have a lean body which I secretly was finding in a man. He's actually a sarcastic buffoon yet I get this feeling he isn't trust worthy I don't know why.

As we got to the clinic, Drake opened the door followed by dropping Sam slowly on the floor making him sit up against the wall. We entered to see Val coming in the room. "Alek, Cami, Frank what brings you here?" She started before noticing the guys out cold. She merely gave us an eyeroll motioning us to carry them inside. Drake this time dragged Sam before setting him down on the bed before leaving the room.

As Frank got Eret on the bed, we were about to leave before Val called us. "Say who was that man, I never seen him before is he a new guard?"

"Um no he's a mercenary Johann hired, I heard that the outcast was starting to target trade routes along Berk so he hired him since he was a well-known man in the business. Well that's what trader Johann said as I eavesdrop their conversation with your husband ma'am." I responded

"Well I heard rumors before from other travelers or wanderers that he's known as the Night Fury. One of the wastelands deadly mercenaries so far." Frank responded with a bit of a joyful tone.

Val merely smiled, I can tell she can admire Frank's positive attitude. "Well I think you kids should go home now, I think Stephan might send you out again tomorrow but as for them I am not certain but whoever knocked them out certainly did the trick. Chances are they might wake up in I guess two to three days. I'll consult Gothi tomorrow good night." She said before ushering us to walk out.

We said our goodbyes before leaving the clinic.

(Harper's P.O.V)

Gods mom, I wanted to hug her, kiss her, tell her I was alive. She looked so different, her hair started to turn a shade of grey compared to dad. She had a few wrinkles on her face overall, she aged. And I'm starting to regret not visiting Berk during my travels. How did she cope with me being gone, how did dad cope? Of course, he's happy he finally got his failure of a son out of his life. But mom she's a different story.

She always encouraged me to do what I do best, I liked to draw but dad hated it. He wanted me to go to the gym doing something productive in my life instead of staying in my room drawing non-sense. He wanted me to follow his footsteps and become a politician hell he wanted be to run for senator, yet I didn't want to be any of those. I wanted to be architect or maybe an engineer anything that involves drawing, settle down have a wife, some kids, possible even have them with Alek.

But mom, she just made the pain go away. Even as a child I went through depression and she was there to help me, she didn't even know I had depression yet she was there making gloomy days into warm nights. I just wish I was there with her, she must have felt the same way after I got separated from them.

As soon as I left the clinic I got to room my fixing my gear, I got a tuning and cleaning kit Demsey provided me. I got my rifle and my handgun starting to disassemble it, cleaning mostly the dust and polishing some of the rust that started to mold within the steel.

I took me like five minutes to clean my handgun some goes for my rifle. I sighed before assembling them and placing them back behind the closest. It was currently eleven o' clock in the evening and there was nothing to do. I went back grabbing my pack pulling out my sketchbook followed by my journal. One of the few things I brought with me during the evacuation.

I sat at the bed taking out my pencil before thinking of what to draw, but I didn't notice I was starting to draw already. After I shaded the last portion I looked at it to see with my eyes wide Alek. I drew Alek, as if I never drew her before.

Why do I still like her let alone have feeling for her till now, she doesn't feel the same way back then till now. She doesn't care or even know I existed.

Gods I just closed my sketchpad placing the pencil in the binder before, placing it beside me as I wrote another journal entry. Once done I placed them back to my pack before letting sleep take its course.

(No P.O.V)

Harper groaned as the sunlight came into view hitting his face, he blocked it with his pillow groaning harder since it was he had a small hangover from drinking mead. "Even two mugs of mead can get me into a small hangover great." Harper said mentally.

With a sigh Harper got up stretching his limbs before going to the bathroom. He looked at the mirror to see had had grown a stubble. "Huh I might look like dad if I keep this up." Harper muttered.

He looked around finding is there was a razor blade before going with his knife. He washed his face before slowly shaving off his facial hair. Once done he got in the shower taking a hot bath followed by brushing his teeth. "It's been a while; my breath might even smell like the wasteland overall." Harper joked

Once done he got his green long sleeve, folding the sleeves reaching his elbows. He wore his khakis followed by wearing his boots tying the laces. Once done he wore his tactical vest, placing in the pockets his magazines for his rifle. He got his belt grabbing his holster, knife sheath and magazine holder for his handgun. Once secured he wore his poncho, securing his spulder with another knife sheath. After all that he got his pack securing it behind his back, he grabbed his mask, his googles, and his rifle before exiting the room with keys in hand.

While walking he looked around one more time but he stopped to see one specific thing, his locker. He looked surprised to see it had a memorial, pictures sticky notes, posters, great cards. All at his locker, he looked at one of the few sticky notes, one was his mother's, the other was his father's. But none of his classmates or school mates wrote. It was mostly friends and family, he saw Franks but one got his eye that thought was not even possible. Alek wrote a note, Harper looked at and read it in silence.

"I'm sorry I didn't get to help or you let alone notice you back in high school. I hope your safe out there or your resting with the Valkyries. I'm sorry I just left you all of a sudden, we used to be best friends and I ignored you like everybody else."

Alek

Harper looked at it his heart swelling, she was sorry? No maybe just out of pity since everybody thought I'm dead or even far away from this miserable little mountain town. Harper scoffed before walking away from his locker, once reaching the reception desk he knocked on the table.

After a few minutes, a guy came and it was "Bucket" or Michael. He got the nickname "Bucket" after a freak accident came, something to do with him getting struck by lightning. Harper just handed him the keys before leaving, "Bucket" can't even talk since. "Wow he actually looks scary." He thought

Harper walked outside to the sunny Berk, he merely muttered cursing Berk for making his life miserable, even more miserable in the wasteland. While walking a Humvee stopped just in front of him. To see his father, Gerald, Seth, and an Army official came out.

"Drake you got some serious trouble with us and that I mean all of Berk!" Stephan started, his tone harsh.

"Let me guess is it teaching three muttonheads a lesson there begging for too long?" Harper said sarcastically.

Stephan was pissed, before he can retort Gerald came stopping the interaction. "Whut' he as' tryin' to say is, we need to ire' yu into escorting our scavengers outside the wasteland. Since you gave them a beating, just for today." He said calmly.

Harper scoffed. "After what they did with me, you sure they won't just kill me and leave me to rot?"

Gerald sighed. "Look I kno' yu had an argument." Gobber started. "But you see the Mayors wife is sick, and we need to send the group to scavenge for the antibiotics she needs. Now will yu help us?"

Harper's eyes were wide, mom sick? "I'll do it, as for payment it's on the house after what you did for me with me in the bar. I think it's time to pay you back."

Gerald was about to respond before Harper spoke out. "But put me in charge of the group and at the same time what's the sickness of you wife Mayor Haddock?"

Stephan sighed. "She has pneumonia, and her oxygen tank is running low. Chances are if she won't get a new one by tomorrow she might not even make it." He said in a depressing tone.

"When does the group leave?" Harper said but to quickly for the likes of the men in front.

"Right now, that's why you need to come with us." Seth responded

Harper nodded before getting in the back of the Humvee as they drove off. Harper prayed to Odin that his mom would be fine, he can imagine her at her bed coughing and feeling weak. Like he was when young, vulnerable. They reached the gate of the town and parked beside an Army tent, once they got out of the Humvee and into the tent he was greeted with the group. Cami and Heather were busy loading up cartridges in their magazines, Rebecca was looking inside her pack, Trevor was busy reading a book about botany and Alek was just sitting at the edge of the table swinging a tomahawk around.

Once he got in the group immediately stood up, with well not that friendly looks on their faces. "And what the fuck is he doing here?" Heather said menacingly.

"Yeah it's his fault we're three men short!" Cami retorted.

"Yeah now we're going to have a hard time finding that ummm, what are we finding again?" Rebecca said confused causing everybody in the group to groan.

"There right Mayor Haddock, if he just walked out of the town we might even find what we need for your wife." Alek said in a harsh tone.

"Enough!" Stephan yelled out causing then young adults to keep quiet. "Look first of all it's your fault you could not trust the man, he was polite in accepting our hospitality. But if anybody knows what's out there it's this merc. Drake how long were you outside the wasteland?"

That's when Harper snapped back at Stephan, before his stance changed into an aggressive one. "Five years Mister Haddock, Fiver years of living in hell ever since day one of the outbreak." He said coldly.

Stephan was taken back by his tone but ignoring it. "You see he has more experience than all of you combined, the most of you got out four months ago compared to him which was five years."

Before any of them could speak Stephan continued. "As for the leader, I'm putting Drake in charge but Alek, you'll still supervise him. You're the leader but for this one Drake is taking the cake. And no arguments this is final!" Stephan said in an authoritative tone

They were about to protest before hearing Stephan yell, "Understood sir." They all said calmly.

"Good Drake once the group is ready head for Ronald Reagan Medical Center, there's an abandoned evacuation center. Our scouts said the doors of the hospital were closed down by the emergency alarm. So, find another way in." Stephan informed before leaving the tent followed by the two men behind him.

Harper was about to speak before Alek came forward with her tomahawk pointing is in a nicely manner. "No funny ideas merc, I'm still the leader of this group got it?"

"By all means blondie, but if the Freak's turn you into one of them I won't hesitate to shove this knife up your now leaking brain once it's done" Harper said pulling out a knife pinning Alek down at the wall with the knife placed on her throat. "Got it?"

Alek tried to give him a glare but to be honest she was actually scared. She nodded her head before Harper got off her. "If you're ready come outside, we will be stopping after we reach the highway. There's a settlement there we could stay before heading out the next day." Harper announced before leaving the tent.

Heather walked to her with a concerning look. "You okay, that was I think a bit too extreme Alek. Remember five years in the wasteland can make you do things you could regret."

Alek scoffed "As if he choosed to be a mercenary, he choosed to live in the wasteland, it's his fault he's like that!" That's when Harper can in and he by his stance he looked pissed.

He approached Alek as he tapped at her chest. "That where your wrong blondie." Harper growled out causing everybody to step back from him. "Do you think I wanted to kill people, do think I wanted to live in wasteland suffering my ass from the struggles while the rest of you have homes. Do you I wanted to be this well let me tell you something Alek." He said menacingly approaching Alek as she stepped back forcing her to hit the wall.

"You don't choose to live in Hel Hofferson, Hel choose you!" Harper said coldly before walking out of the tent leaving the gang surprised by his statement.

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The second update might come in a few hours depending If I get up from bed.