Hunted

Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Confrontation with the FBI

Third POV

Snotlout saw his leg rear back, but it was already too late. Hiccup kicked Snotlout right in the middle of his leg. Hard.

He yelled in pain and clutch his crotch, desperately trying, and failing miserably, to sooth the burning pain between his legs. The people around them stood there dumbfounded, except the twins who burst out laughing.

"See sis, I told you he will get Hiccup's 'Nut Kick' again!"

Hiccup sensed a punch coming his way, and jumped away just in time to avoid it. He turned his head around to glare at Eret, who has his hand extended in a fist, obviously the one who threw the punch. He was bearing a smirk on his face, but it instantly faded when Hiccup held up a black rectangular object.

"My, my, Eret. Aren't you a naughty boy," Hiccup smirked as he flipped through the search history on Eret's phone. "Looking for stuffs like this, huh?" He stated more than asked.

Eret sputtered, and watch, horrified, as Hiccup threw his phone to Ruffnut, Eret's girlfriend. Ruffnut caught it midair and stared at it, her face turning redder and redder in not embarrassment, but anger, as she searched through his search history.

"Eret..." She smiled sweetly, and Eret suddenly felt like death was a much better option than facing an angry Ruffnut. An angry Ruffnut was never a good thing.

Ever.

Eret looked at Hiccup, his eyes begging for help. But instead, he turned his back to him and waved 'goodbye' without even looking at him. "Good luck, Eret." He said over his shoulders, though his tone said anything but that.

That day, Eret went to the infirmary sporting a black eye, bruises, broken bones and an absolutely destroyed groin.

And Ruffnut ain't paying no medical bills.

Hiccup's POV

I sat alone at a table near the far corner of the canteen, where I always sat five years ago. Even though I wasn't looking, I knew everyone was staring at me.

I looked up, annoyed. "What? Are you just gonna keep staring?" They turned their attention back to their food anxiously, probably afraid they would meet the same fate as Snotlout and Eret.

I looked up in mild surprise when Fishlegs sat in front of him. "M-mind i-if I sit here?" He asked timidly, as if fearing for his life.

I smiled. Fishlegs was one of the few person who decided to actually make friends with me. "Sure, go ahead."

His posture relaxed slightly, he nodded and smiled back. "Thanks. So, has life been good for you?"

I took a bite and grimaced. Eel stew. 'I hate eels,' I mentally complained. "No kidding. Eels are poisonous to us dragons." Meatlug said.

It took a while for me to swallow, and I replied, "Depends on how you describe 'good'."

Fishlegs hummed in confirmation, not at all suprised by my mysterious answer.

Berk FBI Facility

"Sir, we've secured the location of Night Fury." Agent Jorgenson said professionally.

Mayor Stoick nodded. "After five long years, we finally located you, son." He paused for a while before adding. "Or should I call you Night Fury?"

He ordered with a loud booming voice that echoed through the room. "Dispatch a squad to neutralize him, but do not kill! It's time to pay my son a visit after all this years."

Berk Hero Acedemy

Hiccup and Fishlegs ate their lunch in a comfortable silence. Each respecting the other's privacy. Fishlegs was gobbling up a plate of spaghetti while Hiccup was quietly sipping a cup of tea with his eyes closed in an ominous way. His eel stew 'mysteriosly' in Fishlegs' stomach.

It was not long before Fishlegs stood up and told Hiccup he was going to get another plate.

"I'm getting seconds, you want anything?" Fishlegs asked kindly. Hiccup smiled slightly and shook his head without opening his eyes. Fishlegs doesn't need anymore enlightening and went to the counter.

Tuffnut, who was sitting with Snotlout and his twin, was about to make a dumb comment about a bird flying upside down, before men in black FBI gear burst through the cafeteria doors.

Their gaze searched through the room of startled students before they landed on Hiccup. Within three seconds, they had the table surrounded and guns pointed at Hiccup, who wasn't even fazed by the sudden intrusion, sipping his tea with a calm expression.

"Well, well, well. Who do we have here? Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III. Or should I say Useless?" Came the snarky voice of Lieutenant Jogerson. He carried a shotgun in his hands, his sides flanked by two agents.

"Dad? What are you doing here?" Snotlout asked in suprise, but was silenced by a glare from his father.

"Well, hello to you too, Lieutenant Annoying." Hiccup retorted, not at all fazed.

The students gasped. Astrid noted how some of the agents looked uneasy, some even scared.

Spitelout growled, his face twisting into a scowl. "Be careful with that mouth of yours, boy. You're gonna come with us, whether you like it or not."

Hiccup's eyebrows rose."Oh? And, what if I don't?" Spitelout's eyes narrowed, "Did you not hear me boy? I said you're coming with us whether you like it or not! And after your father's done with you, maybe he'll let me claim that 10 billion bounty on your head."

The students gasped at the news, and mutterings and whispers went through the crowd.

"How did he get a bounty on his head?!"

"Did he just say 10 billion?!"

"Just who is he?!"

Hiccup tilted his head slightly in mock curiosity. "My dad sent you, did he?"

Spitelout ignored the gesture and smirked. "That's right. And we have orders to shoot if you resist." He pumped the shotgun in his hands as a demonstration.

Forest green eyes finally opened and Hiccup smirked coldly. "Is that so? Then let me asked you a question, Spitelout." He chuckled, addressing him with his name. Spitelout actually looked uneasy for once.

"Do you seriously think I would surrender myself into custody just because some idiotic and irritating uncle of mine told me to?"

Those were the last words said before all hell broke lose.