Hiccstrid/HTTYD one shots

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It's the feeling of dread when I first see him. The crazed glint in his eye and the blood staining his ripped green shirt. His auburn hair messy and mattered with I don't know.

It scares me to see him like this. He's dragging his left leg behind him as he stumbles towards me. The bite mark left on him is red around the wound and thick black ooze dripping out from it.

I should run but my heart is so heavy to see him. My hands shake and the gun clatters to the floor of the car. Heather says something but I can't register what it was. The pure shock of seeing what he has become and the tiny slip of paper in the necklace around my neck feels so much heavier.

My mouth is dry and tears start to brim. I don't know if I can bring myself to do it. I've shot cranks before without a second thought. The trigger familiar under my calloused fingers.

Now it's different. Maybe he is still behind those crazed bloodshot eyes. Maybe under all this blood, dirt and grime he's still there. Just a boy thrown into an experiment that no one needed to be in.

Heather shakes my body trying to pull me from my trance. I just watch him stumble closer and ignore the other things. The slip of paper has my instructions and I've never obeyed orders. This however, how can I be put up to this?

The wheels scream and the truck drives. Running down the approaching cranks. I have to do it. He's told that one cold night in the bunker, he's scared of hurting us. Not of dying but killing us.

I pick up the smooth metal from the floor. Raising it to my eye and peering through the scope. When his head is in line with the impending point, I release the trigger.

I don't turn to face him. I can already see his lifeless body dropping to the ground like all the other people I've shot. Bleeding from the fatal wound to the head. Maybe croaking out a final word? Who knows? I don't.

I just need to focus on getting to the safe point. My last mission before I don't even have to pick up a gun again and shoot a once innocent person.

I don't think I can now.

I've just killed someone so important to me.

And now, that image will forever be burned into my mind.

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I just broke down crying because I'm seeing Endgame on Wednesday
I'm about to lose my boys
~ladydragon

What number of we thinking of?
69! ~ Bill and Ted, Bill and Ted