Okay, This should hopefully be a very sad chapter. Hopefully. Now you'll see Kat for who she really is.

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People tentatively approached as the dust began to clear and settle. The debris of houses stuck out of the dusty air like jagged teeth, wood and twisted pieces of metal littering the floor. Flames twisted up from some of the wreckage. The villagers bodies pressed up against one another, creating an unnatural heat as they gathered together to investigate.

Hiccup pushed his way through all of them, followed by a stumbling Astrid. On the other side of the crowd, Fishlegs was failing to politely move through the crowds. The crash had brought him, along with both twins out of the nearby infirmary. Groaning, Ruffnut dumped her weakened brother into Fishlegs care and shouldered none-too-kindly through, the other two following on behind.

Finally, the dirt and smoke had settled. Audible gasps could be heard around them as Hiccup and Astrid neared the front. Vikings around them stood on tip-toes, hoping to catch a glimpse. Others were trying to copy the two teens, but were far too big to duck through as they did.

"Excuse me, sorry. Thank you. Excuse me, can I get through?" He muttered to the hoard pressing in on all sides, enough to make him feel claustrophobic. They let the chief's son and his friend through, though only just. Finally, they pushed their way out to stand in the front of the stricken, horrified crowd. Only then could they see the damage Hookfang's attack had done. Across the circle, Hiccup could see Ruffnut, Tuffnut and Fishlegs with the same looks on their faces as rested his own.

The first thing their eyes were drawn to was the huge bulk of Blueflame, lying on his side in the centre of the circle, heaving and wheezing, his eyes half-opened and rolling in pain. Beyond the cuts on his shoulders, there was a wound down his stomach that made Fishlegs gag, close his eyes and push back through the crowd. The dragon's whole stomach was torn open, the coppery smell of his lifeblood leeching away permeating the stale air. The crimson substance washed the whole square, soaking into the dirt and between the cobblestones. His innards were spilling out with every breath. Perhaps if you looked close enough, you could see his lungs heaving, his heart pulsing between his ribs.

The sight turned Astrid quite pale, though she could not tear her eyes away. Blueflame gave a terrible moan, his legs twitching, his head rocking from side to side, searching for something, or rather, someone. All eyes turned to the figure crumpled on the ground not far away, curled into a foetal position as she slowly regained conciousness.

"Blueflame...?" Her broken voice echoed hollowly as she pushed herself upright. Her eyes caught on the horrific sight stretched out like a painting before her. Her breath hitched in her throat. It couldn't be true. She was dreaming. Was she dreaming?

"Blueflame!" She jumped to her feet. Even in dreams, she wouldn't let her best friend die alone. Strong arms snatched her arms, pulling her back, and suddenly, the reality hit her like a sledgehammer in the chest. Two powerful Vikings held her arms tightly, refusing to give in to her struggling.

"No! Let me go, imbeciles! Let me go!" Her plaintive shrieks seemed to rouse her weak dragon, who snuffled hopefully. "Please..." Tears welled up in her eyes. Looking to the side, her eyes met Hiccup's, but she quickly looked away, knowing she would have no sympathy from the boy.

"...Let her go." It was him. She looked up sharply, searching him as though it were some kind of joke.

"Are you crazy?" Astrid hissed to him through her teeth, but with a simple touch of her arm, he silenced her too. The hands release her, setting her free. She didn't even need to think about it; her legs rushed her over to her dragon's side without command.

"Blueflame! Oh, my brave, brave boy..." She knelt by his head, looking down into his adoring eyes and reaching out to stroke his soft, scaly muzzle. "Oh, my dear friend, I'm ever so, ever so sorry... I did this to you." She closed her eyes miserably, letting her head droop over his, her tears flowing freely. His warm blood was soaking through the knee-pads of her flight suit; her front and hands were covered also. Nothing could possibly have prepared her for this kind of heartbreak. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she settled down, knowing there was nothing to do but sit beside her friend and wait for the end to come.

"You were so brave... I'm so very, very proud of you..." She felt him hum against her chest, as though he knew what was about to happen, like he was afraid to let her go. His jaws champed open and shut. "Hush, my dear, it's alright now. Everything is going to be okay. Trust me... Oh, my boy... you were the best partner I could ever wish for. If I had known this could have happened, you know I would never have done this to you... I'm so sorry."

Blueflame huffed, his heaving chest becoming more frantic. The close was drawing near. "There there," Kat whispered calmly, though inside, all she felt was turmoil. "I love you, Blueflame. You're the best friend I ever had. I love you so much..."

Hiccup felt Astrid grab his arm as Blueflame's eyes slid closed for the last time. His chest shuddered to a halt, his huge heart stopping. As quick as this, Blueflame was gone. He watched as Kat sat up, very slowly, looking over her dragon almost in disbelief, before she shook her head, very slowly. Tears fell onto Blueflame's cold skin as she threw back her head and let out a hideous, animal-like cry of pain. It was enough to make a few Vikings block their ears, the gut-wrenching sound hurtful to listen to. Hiccup could only imagine the pain a person would have to go through to emit such a sound.

She threw herself across his cold, dead body, unmoving, so that a few people began to worry that she too had died, but they were soon moved along by the Stoick, the chief, who had come to inspect the scene himself. He moved on the crowd, never going near the mound of flesh that now sat unmoving in the middle of his village. He was quick to go to his son and hold him tightly, the boy's shoulders beginning to tremble. His massive arms created a barrier to the moans coming from the girl still clutching her dragon's head. He extended it to Astrid, and then the twins, who had both come over also, looking shaky not just from their wounds.

She stayed that way for many hours, lying close to Blueflame's body, throwing rocks at the Terrible Terrors that came too close. No-one dared to move her in case she turned into a rabid, seething demon of hatred, but somehow, it didn't seem like she was the type of person who would. At least, that's what Hiccup thought, meaning that he was the only one brave enough to approach her in the dusk light.

He found her sleeping, tears still tracked down her cheeks, her mouth slightly open, completely oblivious to the Terrors who were now making a meal of her dragon's corpse. Apparently, fish wasn't the only thing they would eat. He gently touched her shoulder to rouse her, stepping back and away as she blinked slowly back into life. He couldn't help but find his heart-rate rising as her sharp eyes met his. However, quite to his disbelief, she simply held up her wrists.

"Take me in. Do to me as you will. What does it matter now, anyway?" Her voice was hoarse and weak, her cheeks hollow, dark rings beneath her eyes.

"Not so fun when you lose one of your own, is it?" his voice was soft, but the words still stung. He instantly wished he could take them back as he saw her wince.

"I never meant to kill anyone." Her face crumpled in agony.

"Then why did you?" Curiosity got the better of him.

"I don't know! Why does the sun rise in the morning?"

"That makes no sense," He frowned.

"It's not supposed to. Neither does my life." She snorted, her voice breaking. "Can you just throw me in a cell now, please? I'd rather not sit here and watch him get eaten."

Pulling her up, he sighed. "Half the village would like to see that happen," He joked.

"More than half," She replied, devoid of emotion. She didn't look back as he led her away from her only friend, leaving him to the mercy of the ones he had been terrorising for so long.

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