Alright, I'm sorry that this is coming late, but I needed sleep last night. By the time I had done my homework, dishes, etc, I was going to fall asleep. I actually got on the computer, typed the first two sentinces, and discovered I had a bad case of Writer's Block. Not enough time to cure it. (Typing completely random words as fast as you can.) So, again sorry and I hope you like this chapter. Oh yea, reviewers...
imaginationflies: Lol, now I am. You'll find out about the needle (which I'm thinking about changing into that poison stuff that you can inhale) in either this chapter or the next. Not sure which one yet.
Thanks to all my favorites, followers, and reviewers. Now let's hope I redeem myself with chapter 6!
-Shadow
Chapter Six
Tuffnut had been surprised that Stoik hadn't exploded at them. I mean, after all, they did go after Hiccup without his permission. Not Astrid's best idea. They were downright lucky, and now they were downright lost. The four remaining teens, Stoik, and Gobber had been sailing around for forever, and they couldn't find anything. Just miles and miles of open sea. On the bright side, nobody was shooting flaming balls of string at them anymore. At least, Tuff didn't think they were. He turned around as if he expected for something to come out of nowhere.
'Good' he thought, as there was nothing there. He smirked and turned around to face the front of the boat again.
"What are you smiling at?" growled Gobber. He had been in a bad mood ever since they had lost Hiccup's trail again. (Stoik just remained expressionless.)
"There's nothing behind us," Tuffnut responded cheerfully. This earned him odd looks from the whole crew, except for Ruffnut, who looked behind them and said, "Cool!" Basically everyone rolled their eyes, and the boat kept sailing forward. Of course, they had a decent amount of boats behind them, too. (The chief had brought reinforcements.) All was dead silent.
A groan from behind them broke the stillness. Tuffnut turned his head to see Bucket clutching his, well, bucket.
"Oh no," sighed Mulch. "Not another storm!" If a storm was going to come in, now was definitely not the best time.
"I don't want there to be a storm!" Bucket cried. As if by command, the first crack of lightning sounded.
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Hiccup was frozen to the spot as he found himself face to face with a large Monstrous Nightmare. The large arena he was in very much resembled the one back on Berk, except it was about twice the size.
Hiccup gulped. If the Outcasts had beaten the Nightmare, it probably wouldn't be the happiest creature in the world. Then again, it was chained up, so Hiccup should be alright. Should.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Get moving," called Alvin from up above him, in what you could call the stands. Hiccup just stood still, hoping that the dragon wouldn't attack him out of instinct. He was stalling, though he didn't see how that would do any good. Alvin getting impatient, (no surprise there,) stomped down to the large fighting arena.
"Listen here, boy," he snapped threateningly when he was right by Hiccup. "You'd better get moving with showin' us how to train dragons, or you'll feel the consequences tonight. And you can be sure, you're village will all feel it when we take it over. It'll feel all the more painful.
"You'll never take over Berk," Hiccup growled, a sudden anger rising to his throat. "My father will beat you a thousand times over." He felt Alvin's rough fist collide with his face. The Outcast dragged him to what looked like a prison cell, slammed the door shut, and locked it. The metal must be very strong, or Alvin wouldn't take the risk of leaving him unbound, or in the same place as the dragons. That sure sunk him moral.
"I'll be back in a couple of hours," he grumbled. "And just remember, boy, you brought this on yourself."
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Toothless growled in frustration. Not only had Hiccup's young friends not thought to take him with them, but Stoik had refused to take the Night Fury as well. Stupid humans. They probably thought they could get away with Hiccup on a ship. That would be far too slow. Toothless glared at his prosthetic tail in anger. Why hadn't he kept the one Hiccup had given him for Snoggletog? It would be a whole lot more useful now. Wait a minute!
Toothless had just remembered that Hiccup had made a copy, just in case. A copy of his tail, should the other one break. The dragon made a dash for the Blacksmith's, seeking out the one thing that could get him to Hiccup. It took a few minutes, but he finally found it in one of the many drawers holding sketches and models.
He dragged it out, and found himself with another problem. How was he going to get it on?
Sorry for the short chapter. It seemed a lot longer on paper. Well, tell me how you like it and feel free to request POV's!
-Shadow