This is broken pieces by apocalyptica feat lacey strum.
a little different to what i usually do it seems.
let me know!
thanks to Melting Angels once again who beta'd the last chapter, and also this one.
she's done wonders for me :)
Rain fell heavily on the streets of Burgess, where a black clad figure darted around, performing acrobatic tricks, leading it up to an apartment building roof. A black hood rested atop a mess of brown hair that was plastered to tanned skin. Green eyes darted around, as the figure reached a hand to its back. A black gun was pulled forward and loaded, a small device was slipped over the green of the eyes, and a dull blue glow revealed a small nose and thin lips. A small scar ran on one side of the figure's mouth. Freckles adorned the face as lips parted.
"I'm in position." a calm male voice spoke softly, the figures eyes staring off as a female voice replied in his ear.
"Affirmative dragon rider. Await instruction." The dull blue winked out and the brunette let the hood drop.
"Figures. I get stuck out in the autumn rain, and she gets to sit at home, with a damn laptop. I hate this job." he muttered and knelt down.
A cloak was dropped completely, revealing a black shirt that hugged his slim frame. A case, as long as his arm, was pulled to the floor and opened, revealing a disassembled sniper rifle. The man continued to complain, and mutter to himself as he set up his gun, two bullets placed into the clip, scope adjusted for the wind direction, and his own non-reflective coating over the other side, avoiding the chance of being spotted by other snipers looking for him.
Far below, a few streets over, a door opened and a tall, black haired man stepped out. Girls surrounded him, barely wearing anything, causing the man to scowl.
"Arrogant prick. Doesn't care about anyone but himself."
Blue suddenly flashed back into life, the green eyed man falling silent.
"Dragon Rider we have a go. I repeat, we have a go. Take him out Night Fury."
The man in black nodded and tapped his ear, the blue winking out. Darkness fell around him, and he let himself breathe out. His senses sharpened as he held his breath, finding his target. Just as he was about to take the shot, a foot came from no-where, knocking his gun aside. The man rolled, and a blade was pulled from its sheath at his stomach as he jumped up to attack.
White hair and blue eyes met him as he swung the blade.
"We need to stop meeting like this Hic!"
Damn that Frost. He'd caught him again.
The fight was fast paced. Hiccup would swing, and Frost would dodge back.
Frost would spin and kick out and Hiccup would flip over him. Arms were pinned, and wrists were bent to almost snapping point, before the other would escape. It ended abruptly with the two with blades to each other's necks. Hiccup's blade handle was green, runes of protection adorning the blade, while Frost's was blue. A floral pattern, almost like frost, as his namesake, adorned his.
"What the hell are you doing here Frost?" Hiccup snapped, his head held high to stop any blood being drawn.
"Same as you dear Hiccup." Frost grinned, white teeth glinting in the street lights, making them seem almost demon like. Hiccup scowled.
"Who sent you?" His green eyes flashed with anger. He'd had enough of this joker.
"Ah ah ah! One at a time darling! My turn." Blue eyes flashed suddenly, causing the brunette to freeze. "Why is Pitch your target?"
Hiccup growled.
"I cant tell you that Frost. You know that."
Frost smiled again before holding up the other hand.
"Tell you what. We both step back at the same time and answer freely. I don't want your contract. I just want to know why."
Hiccup frowned as he nodded.
"Fine.. on three?" the white haired man grinned and nodded back. "One. Two."
"Three."
They both stepped back and froze, disbelief on their faces.
"Well... that went much better than I expected." Hiccup glared at him as he re-sheathed his blade. "Pitch is my contract. I don't know why. I don't know who ordered it. I just know it's my job." Hiccup sighed, his shoulders drooping.
"OK. Then you better hurry. Looks like he's heading to that club of his." Hiccup's head snapped around to the street, and he groaned as he realized Pitch had gotten into the car.
"Good job I have a back up then." the green eyed man turned back to the other. "My turn. Who sent you."
Frost paused, mid way of putting away his blade as he regarded the other.
"My friends at Operation GU4-radical Insurance and Nationality Squad would like to send their regards and their thanks. You would have saved the Guardians a lot of time and hassle if you take out Pitch. I was sent to make sure there were no civilian casualties and that Pitch's head actually ends up as graffiti on the wall."
Hiccup blinked.
"Then why did you ruin my shot!"
Frost drew back slightly, the fire in the brunette's eyes making him weary.
"You would have missed."
Silence stretched between them as the rain fell heavier.
"You... you what?"
Frost gulped. He remembered this man. He was the one who managed to shoot a golf ball off the top of a soda bottle at 1000 yards.
"You would have missed."
Green eyes blinked before turning back to his rifle. Frost was still; unsure of exactly how safe he was now he had spoken.
"How so? Can you shoot Frost?"
Blue eyes widened as he swallowed.
"Ye- Um... yeah..." his voice broke mid sentence, and he could have sworn he saw Hiccup smirk.
"Then feel free to instruct me."
As sweet as his voice was, Frost knew Hiccup was one wrong word from putting one of the two bullets between his eyes. At this close of a range, he wouldn't miss.
"Um no- no thanks. I uh.. I apologize. I just thought maybe you'd want to re-assess your situation. You should really have something behind you so you know when people are sneaking behind y-ack!" the white haired man was cut off as he was grabbed from behind.
His arm was yanked behind him, and he was shoved over a vent of the roof. His cheek was being pushed firmly into a fold in the metal, as Hiccup held him tightly. Frost bit his lip as he felt the other male brush against his leg, a blush rising in his pale cheeks.
"I think I can handle some idiot who thinks it's a good idea to criticize my sharp shooting abilities. Don't you Mr Frost?"
Frost grinned and quickly assessed his situation. The brunette's eyes widened as his legs were brought out from under him and the position was quickly reversed, the white haired male pressed against the smaller body, that was now pressed firmly against a wall.
"I do indeed Mr Haddock. Or should I say…Dragon Rider? Or…would you prefer Night Fury?"
Green eyes widened as blue lit up the brunette's face.
"What are you playing at Haddock?! Our source says Pitch is in the club! Get a move on or we lose this guy!"
Hiccup scowled.
"Kinda preoccupied here Stormfly. Just wait alright? You'll have his blood on the side walk asap."
Blue blinked out again and the brunette was turned abruptly to face the other.
"Girlfriend troubles?" Frost raised an eyebrow.
"Like hell. I don't swing her way pal."
A smirk appeared on Frost's face.
"Well then, I would like to invite you to dinner, courtesy of the Guardians. We offer better service and a better pay check."
"How would you know my price Jack?"
"Oh I know a lot about you my dear. Where you work…where you eat…where you sleep, even where you shower.." a wink caused Hiccup to blush deeply before a beep tore them apart.
"That's my cue. Sit. Shut it. Watch. And learn."
Jack scowled as Hiccup spoke, and watched as the sniper rifle was brought up, standing tall against the wall. Hiccup quickly found his target, and two shots were fired. Jack darted forward as Pitch went down.
But so did Hiccup.
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"Operation Dragon hunt is a success home base."
"Congratulations Nightlight, we'll see you at home."
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