The Renegade

Prologue

Thank you for joining me for yet another book in my world. I hope it's just as thrilling for you to read as it is for me to write! Please enjoy as I take you on another one of Hiccup's adventures!

Narrator:

I know the legend of the one they call Night Fury..............He was a warrior.............sworn to protect.........to save the innocent. He fought against the very idea of evil.......freeing the world of any piece of it he found; and though unrecognized for his deeds, he relished what peace it gave him.............................but he was betrayed, and he saw the side of good....that was never meant to be seen. His pride was wounded, and the loyalty to his people he'd always cherished, grew dim. In bitterness......he turned on the very ones who had turned on him........................and leaving all he'd ever known behind, he ventured into the great uncertains of this world.........the dark and cruel secrets that should never be revealed to anyone. Once a tool to prevent death...now, he was one that caused it. He became an assassin.....a silent killer that knew only the smell of blood and the chilling smoke of gunpowder. He made his way through their ranks with ease, defeating countless and seemingly impossible numbers who were above him......letting his rage fuel what betrayal had caused...until finally, he was not just the best in his organization..............but in the world.

He forgot his past life......the life he'd lived only in effort to defeat the darkness he now had part in......he turned into one of the monsters he'd once rid the world of. Unrecognizable..........undefeated and unbeatable, he rules his vast empire.......the empire earned through bloodshed and tears of others. One can only hope...........that in the days to come..........this bloodthirsty killer will stop.......and remember the hero he once was all those years ago. That the faces of each and every one of the thousands he saved........will run through his mind............returning to him the days of old that now are forgotten. That his heart will be turned back to its former glory, and the code of honour he once vowed against......will replace........................the Assassins Creed.

Hiccup's POV:

Some people are born into this world getting everything and anything they could ever want...all without even asking for it. With the flick of a wrist, a gentile laugh, or a pretty smile they held the power over the very world that makes them who they are.There is never any work, never sweat...no tears....no blood. But others of us...weren't so lucky.

I was given a lot in life, we all were....but the difference was.. I had to work for mine. Everything I ever got, I ever owned, everything I ever made of myself was through my own sweat and tears, through pain and suffering. But alas, even that was not enough. My line of work demanded blood, not only mine but the blood of others around me. For the typical person it was a difficult thing to shed even the smallest amount of blood.....sad to say it was not so for me. I was brought up in this atmosphere, trained to control those who were loyal to me....and get rid of those who weren't. But even at this I was set to fail...no matter how much work I put in, the hours of bloody sweat rolling of my face, the years of destruction I'd witnessed....it was never enough.

You see, my lot in life turned out to be a little different than I'd first thought. When I was a child, I thought I was destined to become the next head of BATO International like my father had. It was my job to catch the bad guys; and not just any bad guys......the killers.Well, everybody who's anybody knows that when you want something, you had to work for it...so I did. But that never got me anywhere...at least to them. I remained at the bottom of the pile, the lowest ranking officer in the organization no matter how hard I worked or how bloodied I came home....and for fifteen years I waited for something to change. For fifteen years I held on to the hope that this was just a test, that it would soon be over.............it never was.

I soon realized that this place had had it in for me the moment I entered the world, that I would never get anywhere in life, that I would never be anything more than the handicap that barred others from reaching their goal. My goals never mattered...I came to accept that fact. The fact that no matter how many times I walked through those gates beaten, bloodied, broken and alone it would never mean anything to them. I was nothing more than a pawn, a soldier reared for a cause and left to die. And it was then and there that I grew cold to them...to the so-called loyal people of my home. It was no longer home to me now, and so with not a shred of remorse.....I packed my things and disappeared. I never told anyone what I had planned, where I was going; but I knew that if anyone had actually taken the smallest care to be a part of my life they would know where I was headed. If they didn't want me I knew there was someone out there who did, and I didn't care that it was the enemy. I found more welcome there than I ever had when I donned the steps of my own birthplace. So what if my new home was the headquarters for the most wanted criminal masterminds in the world...the League of Assassins took me in when no one else would...and I was determined to show the world what happened when it crossed one of its own. Sure, BATO may not know who I am, and the LA may not know where I came from....but I did.....and that served me well.

The world cared nothing for my little dreams?.....then I care nothing for the world, and so I became a stone-hearted, cold-blooded killer. The world had set out to kill my dreams..now I killed the worlds hope of any. Now the whole world knows what I am capable of, and oh how the world cared about what I did now....but now *chuckle* it couldn't stop me.

The world that once cried at death now became the reason death existed in the first place. The Night Fury's wrath has been stayed for far too long. Now it was destined to destroy the world.......and I don't have a heart left to stop it.

Yikes! Hiccup's gone cold-blooded for sure. He had been passed over far too often, thought to be weak and useless. Well, he was done with it...with them. He used to be part of BATO International (Berk Anti-Terrorist Organization) but they'd ignored him for far too long and it was time for payback. And his was the worst payback of all...becoming what he once was sworn to thwart....assassins. For eight long years he ranked first at the topmost assassin organization in the world, and he had all but forgotten the troubles of his past though his present isn't all that it seems. BATO thought he was dead, and he'd rather it stayed that way. He had no intention ever to step foot into that place again...but what happens when Bato comes to him?

Join me next time for more of the thrilling tale!