AN: Hello again! New update! By the way, thank you Guyman for the review! Stuff like that keeps me going!
Song: Didn't See That In The Cards from Sherlock Holmes 2
Disclaimer: I don't own either movie.
I was worried. No, that was an understatement. I was terrified. Brandon or Lightning hadn't been seen for three days now. Most of the police had simply given up. And that was the worst part.
I couldn't understand why a fellow human was being given up for dead so easily. Another life depended on their perseverance, and nobody wanted to persevere. Nobody except me. Jack Richardson.
I was fighting back tears. I knew that I had been just like a father to the wise-cracking boy whose eyes were blue. His real father could care less about him. His real father only cared because now he had to go out to get his beer, instead of sitting on his ass and having Brandon do it like usual. And now, his true father, his only real father, had to go and look for him.
I was sick of the police. I had given them everything they needed: a map of his route, likely emergency landing spots along said route, hell, even the color of the plane, Lightning. And they had taken all of my help and just shoved it up their asses. They resorted to just looking along the roads and the vicinity around them. And as I expected, they didn't find anything. So, I had decided to take charge.
As I strolled down the airfield, I tried to suppress my boiling anger at the overall carelessness of everyone involved, and the ignorance of what was happening. I finally made it to my new plane. I had got it, expecting a grin from Brandon when he saw it, as I knew that Brandon loved history. I had managed to get my hands on an authentic World War I biplane, with working - and quite weirdly, already loaded - machine guns and everything. I named it Thunder, as a homage to Lightning. Now, I grabbed the last thing that I would need for this journey. My Colt Peacekeeper, loaded and ready to face whatever I could possibly find, if I encountered the same fate as Brandon. It had been passed down in my family for generations, all the way from the Civil War, down to me. I started up Thunder, and jumped in. I was so caught up in my emotions that I didn't wait for Control to give me the green light, cutting off a bush plane as I thundered down the runway. I quickly got aligned with Brandon's path as I flew over the suburbs of Little Rock.
I didn't have time to give the beautiful scenery more than a passing glance as I flew right over the mountains. As I flew, however, I noticed something peculiar in the air along my path. Lots of little disturbances in the air hung around a distance on front of Thunder, shaped like little waves. All of a sudden, a rip in the sky opened, right in front of me. I was too preoccupied by the simple "how and why" that I completely forgot to even pull up. I flew through the rift and was immediately in a new environment. I twisted in my seat, trying to see the portal again, only to be greeted by nothing out of the ordinary. I faced forwards again, and finally looked at my new surroundings.
A great body of water surrounded me, dotted with spires of rock that towered out of the sea like spikes. 'Maybe this is what happened to Brandon. Either way, can't go back now,' I thought glumly. I simply kept my course, looking for a landing point. I passed over many islands, but most were too small or too mountainous to provide a proper runway. Suddenly, a massive volcano appeared over the horizon. 'Surely a volcano that big has an island big enough to land on,' I reasoned. Sure enough, I could see that the beach was definitely big enough to land on. 'Good,' I thought. All of a sudden, I encountered a dense fog. I tried to just bear with it. Then I heard something. A roar. Suddenly, a big red thing leveled off next to me. More shapes appeared all around me, materializing around me, forcing me into a flying circle. A shape in front of me seemed to take the lead, and everything else, me included, followed it. Small columns of rock suddenly began to appear, and everything began to take evasive maneuvers. I simply followed their lead through the spires. A hole appeared, and the shapes around me, which I still couldn't discern, dove into the hole. I had no choice but to set Thunder at a dive and follow. As I did, it got extremely hot quickly, and there was a faint glow down the tunnel that was quickly becoming brighter. 'Am I… inside that volcano? I hope not,' I wondered. He got his answer soon enough, as the tunnel opened up to a giant abyssal cavern. Sure enough, the red glow from deep down in the abyss proved that this was a volcano. It also illuminated the shapes that had flown with me for the past few minutes.
All around me flew creatures that I immediately knew to be dragons, simply because of their bodies. Dragons of all colors, shapes, sizes, and fangs and claws littered the cavern, and most clung to the side of the main shaft up. I knew one thing: dragons would kill me. So, I decided for the method of preemptive strike.
Pulling my Peacekeeper from the holster, I simply pointed it at the nearest dragon, smirking as I did so. Plenty of pilots during World War I would take out their handguns and have a pistol duel across the sky. 'This is kind of the same,' I grinned in my head, 'except I'm dueling a dragon,' I finished drily.
The Red Death's POV
As my subjects fed me once again, as usual, I noticed a different smell this time. 'Must be some new food,' I reasoned. Its smell had distinct traces of human, but it was mixed with noxious fumes that I had never smelled before. Then, suddenly, across the Link, I felt pain, sudden and sharp. Now, this wasn't unusual. During the raids that I commissioned, I felt plenty of pain, as my subjects were captured and killed. What was unusual was when this was happening, and the proximity. Based off the Link, I could tell that my wounded subject had just been in the volcano. And, I had ordered no raids. Daytime ones never go well for my subjects. I realized that something else had just entered into my volcano, and had injured one of my faithful subjects. I would not stand for that. So, I sent a message across the Link. 'Kill whatever has injured my subject. You all can probably see it. If you can't, follow the smell of human. Go, my subjects. Carry out this task for me.' 'Yes, Majesty,' came the thundering reply. I smirked slightly. Whatever was in here was about to get a rude awakening.
Jack's POV
A sudden quiet wave of sound washed over me, like the soft beating of soldiers' feet on a march far away. Whatever it was, it was quite foreboding, and I didn't like it one bit. The sound got gradually louder, like the march was approaching me. It sounded like it was behind me. I twisted in my seat to look behind me, and was honestly not surprised by what I saw. Dragons had lined up behind me, quickly gaining on Thunder. The lead one was a giant orange typical-looking dragon, whose face twisted and contorted slightly, forming into a small… it looked like… a smirk.
"Shit," I replied, as the first fireballs flew at me.
Evasive maneuvers were immediately required as about 15 shots flew all around me and Thunder. I simply opened up the throttle and then flew almost straight up, flying out of the top of the caldera and out into free air. The dragons didn't stop though, so I leveled off, racing the dragons across the vast ocean below me. They didn't hesitate to give chase, and we started a deadly dance. They would shoot, and I would dodge. I would run, and they would follow. Like a western movie we flew across the landscape, locked in a struggle. Whoever made the first mistake would pay dearly for it. Jack once again began scanning for an emergency grounding spot to land on. After all, there was quite the possibility that he would need it.
Finally, Jack spotted the promised land. A big island was coming into view over the horizon. On it, there lay a town of sorts. 'Well, looks like I've found my landing point. Oh lucky me,' Jack thought.
Brandon's POV
After coming back to Berk after my encounter with Phoenix, I was planning on going back to the forge, to mess with the tools and see if I could create bullet moulds, for making more bullets. However, a mass of specks on the horizon caught my attention as I walked across the village, steadily expanding until it was a great blob, heading right towards us. 'What could that possibly be?' I wondered, as I simply stood there, waiting for more acute details to appear so I could assess the situation. Eventually, I could tell that a horde of dragons were pursuing a single object across the early evening sky. For a brief moment, I had hopes, for anything of my own time. But, I simply dismissed them as nothing more than whimsical hopes and dreams of the impossible. However, as the figure became more defined, I noticed two distinct pairs of wings. Then, a tail. Finally, I heard the one sound that I had been hoping against hope to hear. The faint whirring of a plane engine sailing across the sky.
"Jack! JACK! IT'S JACK!" I yelled to nobody in particular, before turning on my heel and sprinting up the hill towards the great doors of the Great Hall. Finally reaching them, I threw open the doors, running past the tables and the few Vikings lounging around. Finding Hiccup, I stood in front of him, panting heavily and trying to catch my breath.
"HiccupHiccupHiccup! Get the catapults armed and turned to the south, as fast as you can! It's Jack, he's here!"
"O-kay, but why the catapults?" Hiccup asked.
"Um… ha, well… he's being chased by a horde of dragons towards us."
"Why are you people so troublesome?" Hiccup flashed his signature lopsided grin at me, and ran to get Stoick. I grabbed a torch from one of the braziers and ran back out, dashing to the southern shore like a madman. As I raced there, all I could think about was "Jack got here?" I realized that he had to have flown along my route and went through the same portal. As I made it to the shore, I began to wave the torch wildly, back and forth, trying to flag Jack down. 'If only I had my signal flags,' I mused. Jack's plane seemed to bank towards a more direct approach at us. I smiled. My work here was done.
Hiccup's POV
"Dad! I need you and the rest of the village on the southern slopes, pronto!" I called into the house, before heading back out into the open air, hauling his ass all the way down to the catapult battery on the southern shores. As he arrived, he made sure everything was in working order, and that plenty of ammo was ready. Thankfully, Stoick believed in his boy, as he brought about half of the village down towards the catapult battery. Nodding as he saw the swarm of dragons, he set his men to work loading and readying the catapults to fire. Once they were loaded and aimed, I saw Dad give a small smirk, as he imagined the dragons that would die painful deaths, either being hit or possibly drowning.
"Fire."
AN: Ha! You thought I was just gonna let a character like Jack go! Nope! Well, see you!