A/N:

Here we are boys and girls, another update indeed xd. Welp so sneak peek on the crime au. This is a part of the plot, Hiccup becomes an orphan :) I can tell people have ideas already but of course those are theories for the mean time xd. BTW sorry for the weekly updates been having a daydream crisis if you want to call it xd. Been stuck inside my mind instead of being in reality so welp yeah xd. I don't know how to explain it.

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Stingray: Kick ass chapter and would it be possible to have an epilogue when it's over where Alek and Harper do have a family I know I'm asking a lot from you if not that's OK your works are amazing please continue and update soon please.

Well thank you for liking the chapter and the story, and as for well the ending :). As I said I'm a sucker for good endings yet as I said in previous authors note's there will be two character deaths who are close to Harper hehehehehe. Don't worry all of you will see the epilogue in time that is, and well here is the update which is five days due again xd.

Enough of this shiet, enjoy ze story :).

Chapter Twenty-Two: Dragons of Wilderbeast

(No P.O.V)

As soon as the gang outdrove the upcoming horde, Demsey told Edward to lead them to a safe house that was just near a FEMA checkpoint in the suburban area of California. So far Harper passed out since he got tired of running and during a short stop Alek sat beside him behind the Humvee cuddling with the now tired napping Harper.

As they drove through the suburban area, the gang looked around to see either the houses burnt down, looted or decaying as plant life grew on the concrete. Cars either left behind with suitcases and clothes which are now one with nature, same goes for the decaying bodies of those who were gunned down by the national guard as a Humvee crashed beside suspected speeding SUV ramming it across the road.

Few freaks littered around the area walking and talking to themselves as always. Demsey on the other just had a pale face, since this was his old neighborhood. And the safehouse was no other than his home or what was left of it since his house was just close to the city which was just a fifteen-minute drive from where he was.

He just had this stoic face since he watched his parents get mauled alive before turning into them, forcing him to kill them.

But a gunshot flared towards the truck forcing them to stop at the same time waking up Harper instantly pulling out his AK. He looked around before he saw cars driving towards them from the back. He was about to yell for them to drive forward before three cars drove in front blocking the road up ahead.

The passengers came out, most of them wearing makeshift armor.

"Get out Now! Weapons Down!" They all yelled.

The gang had no choice but to follow, they dropped their guns inside the cars before going out and being pulled out and lined up in front of the cars up ahead. Then a man wearing a sleeves makeshift Kevlar, made by mostly scraps and rusty iron. He light green eyes along with redish hair.

He had a makeshift axe looking around before he saw a specific man at front with auburn hair. He grinned dropping the axe before speaking.

"Brother! It's finally good to see you for so long!" Derrick yelled or by his name he established to himself. Dagur the Deranged.

Harper glared at the man. "Not your brother Derrick, at first we were brothers before you went deranged killing innocent for fun!" he retorted

"Your still mad about that Haddock, besides you went rogue too!" Dagur retorted

"Yeah I went rogue since I wanted no part of Bludvist's plan but you on the other hand wanted blood!" Harper sneered.

"Oh, come on as if you hadn't, remember Harper you ordered that massacre you were a follower like us." Dagur said grinning

Instantly everybody looked at Harper with wide eyes including Alek, Harper on the other hand tried to keep is anger at bay but he knew he needed to do some explaining.

Harper gulped, then sighed looking at the gang. "I had no choice it was either follow or die, submit or die, it was me or them. They had it coming since they tried to raid us but they needed to survive and I saw it before Drago gave me the order too…" Harper started before Dagur spoke.

"Okay, enough with the drama. I have a bounty to collect. Your friends on the other hand might have a purpose for me especially them." Dagur said pointing at the girls.

The girls instantly felt violated before Dagur's men picked up Harper by his feet before he headbutted the berserker at the right followed by kneeing the one at the left.

Demsey stood up tackling the guard in front of him before Eret and Sam did the same thing. But before anyone can move gunfire came ahead killing every berserker around them. Before an armored delivery van came in ramming through the cars.

Dagur yelped before rolling to the right avoiding a car about to hit him. Then the passengers came out wearing the same tactical vest as Harper as for their Backpack's as well.

"Harper don't make this any worse than it has to be." One of them said calmly pointing at Harper.

Harper just stood their glaring daggers at the man. "Timothy." Harper said menacingly.

"Sorry mate, it was me or you and I choose me." He apologizes pulling Harper to him.

"Wait!" Harper yelled.

They stopped as Timothy looked at him with a questioning look. "Look Thug, you let them go. You want me not them I'll go willingly you let them go." He pleaded

He thought about it at first before he nodded "You two cut their restraints, you four watch them make sure they don't do anything!"

They nodded following Timothy's orders, the gang stood up glaring at the "Dragons".

"We'll find you Harper don't worry!" Demsey said.

Harper shook his head. "Don't bother, I'm a dead man anyways." With that one of the Dragons got a sack placing it on Harper's head before they escorted him inside the van before the rest of them got in driving off.

(Alek's P.O.V)

"Harper!" I shouted.

Harper jerked his head before he struggled, yelling "get off me". He instead headbutted the man at the right before he forcefully got the other man's grip off before he told a guy named Timothy to remove the bag.

I walked to him slowly as he did too, but I didn't notice we were already close before I pulled him into a kiss. I placed all of my love through it as this might be the last time I see him. But I promise to myself I will find him again.

We separated for some much-needed air but I didn't want to let go. He came close to me and started to whisper.

"Don't worry about me, I'll find a way back. I might head back to Manhattan, tell Demsey to talk to Mala and Dmirtri, Mala might not help but I'm sure Dmitri will oh and Dagur still here you can ask him your way." He whispered with a small smirk before he was hulled back.

They placed the sack on his head again before the rest of them got in and they drove off.

I just looked up ahead to see the van gone before I looked to the right to see Dagur tending to his head before I marched to him swinging a right hook knocking him out.

"Demsey, we need to get back to the Wing." I started.

He nodded before speaking. "Yeah I know where there heading problem is army blew up the bridges connecting to Manhattan and it's impossible for a helicopter to land down there since most of the buildings collapsed during the bombing runs."

"But Harper told me to talk to Mala or Dmitri for help." I answered

He looked down for a moment before he spoke. "Dmitri of course!" He exclaimed.

"Why, what's so important with Dmitri?" Cami asked.

"Dmitri was a fisherman before everything went south, chances are his old boat might still be around." Demsey answered

"Well yeah alright what about him?" Heather asked pointing at Dagur's unconscious state.

"Well technically he was well with Harper before he went rogue so maybe he knows the place mostly." Frank suggested.

"Yeah and let a psycho not to mention a deranged guy lead us to our deaths. Yeah sure fish face lets go with that!" Sam rejected.

"Look we have no choice, I personally don't know that place even though I knew Harper for the past four years but we just met in secret before we both moved here to California." Demsey said

"Wait you mean to tell me you both knew each other for a long time." Eret asked.

"Um let's think out of the box shall we, I'm an arms dealer and a smuggler. I sell guns to the highest bidder that being Drago and during that time Harper was his right-hand man next to Viktor and Garret. Harper did most of the bidding which got me to sell my new surplus of guns to Wilderbeast. Then he noticed I had a rifle which I made personally for me to sell. He asked how much and since he couldn't afford it I told him to do me a favor, this is one of the reasons why he become a mercenary." Demsey shrugged.

"So over all you have a history with each other." I summarized.

"Yeah sure let's go with that." Demsey answered.

Then I heard him talk to Edward. "Edward grab some handcuffs, it's by the glove compartment. The keys are at the right next to the handgun."

I saw Edward nod before walking back to the truck, he came back holding a pair of handcuffs. Both of them walked to Dagur, with Edward holding him still while Demsey applied the handcuffs.

"Sam, Trevor you two drag this bastard behind the Humvee, and here." He said tossing them the keys to the handcuffs. "And you two watch him, if he gets out I swear to the Loki I'll bury you alive." He threatened.

"Wait what do you mean by Loki?" Rebecca asked all of a sudden.

Then what surprised me the most is he spoke in Scandinavian, to us Scandinavian classes were mandatory seeing we came from a Viking heritage.

"I'm Scandinavian, like you all. Why do you think me and Harper got along so well? My father taught me when I was young." Demsey told us in Norse.

"You kinda looked like us." Cami said.

Demsey just gave a stare down with her before shrugging. He got in his truck waiting for us to get in ours.

(Harper's P.O.V)

I couldn't see anything, yeah of course Harper they placed a bag on you're head. Yeah, no let's use a dirty, smelly, sweaty sack instead of a simple blindfold. It smells like this hasn't been washed in decades.

I can tell we're going to the port since all of the bridges leading to Manhattan have been blown up to make New York a safe haven in the future, that did not go well so military opted to level the city up. But still no effect since the disease came from the ground so no use in bombing the top of the city.

But the sewers and the metros were the problem. Most of them became nesting grounds or hives for the infected. National Guard and FEMA tried to blow the metro but instead made things worst creating a huge hole just near times square causing the freaks they didn't know who were under running out and infecting the whole city. I know the Dragons were there helping the Army set up explosives before the city was infected.

I sometimes blame myself since we caused the outbreak in New York. Even before Drago came into power we tried to get survivors, tried to keep Manhattan at bay. But we failed we didn't have enough man power, and with looters and criminals coming out of Riker's.

We had a war with them before we had no choice but to go into hiding, the safe zone we built was in the residential area of New York. Where most people lived in apartments, we had makeshift walls along with watch towers in top of the roofs and everyday as our community grows, we needed to push forward and gain some ground along the way to house in survivors.

The van stopped before the doors opened, I was dragged out before the sack was removed from my ahead. My vision was bleary at first before I looked up and gave a smirk. Still the Smart ass I am.

"Hey Drago, how's the arm you know your head should be the one-off right." I chuckled glaring at the man.

He just huffed before grabbing me by the throat, pulling my life away. "You got out of my clutches once boy and I'm going to make sure you feel the same thing I felt when you shot my arm off!" He growled before he threw me on the floor.

I just coughed and wheezed trying to get some air before I spoke. "Yeah and I'm going to make sure you die begging for mercy!" I threatened which was one of my biggest mistakes as Timothy or what everybody calls him Thuggory rolled his eyes before using the butt of his rifle.

All I saw was the rifle coming in before darkness consumed me.