The Four Horsemen Of Apocalypse

Chapter 1

[Normal P.O.V]

California, Berk

Beep, beep, beep.

A hand struck out from under the sheets and at the alarm clock that woke her up from her sleep, perfectly hitting the snooze button. A head with a mass of golden blonde hair sticking up each direction, sleepily poked out from under the warm blanket, glaring at the sight of the clock. With a sigh, the woman's fell right back into the pillow, groaning. Just for this moment, she wished alarms that alarms clocks didn't exist. She nearly fell asleep again when the alarm blared once more. She let out an annoyed groan, as she finally got out of bed and shut off the annoying machine.

Going downstairs in her PJs, she decided to make herself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich over at the counter. No one lived in her home except her. She moved out of her parents' house years ago and decided to stay in Berk, but near the edge. It may be seem lonely, she had to admit. But she didn't mind. In fact, she enjoyed the privacy.

After finishing her sandwich, she grabbed a towel to take a shower when her phone rang on the table. She walked over, grabbing it and saw her friend's caller ID.

She answered it, "Hey, Heather. What's up?"

"Astrid. What time will you be coming?" Said the person from the other line.

Astrid scrunched up her face, "What are you talking about?"

"Oh, don't tell me you forgot?" Heather groaned.

"Forgot what?"

"Our reunion!" Heather practically screamed it. Astrid had to remove the phone away from her ear.

"Don't get your panties in a bunch. Our reunion is on Saturday." Astrid said calmly, placing the phone back to her ear.

"I meant our reunion as friends, Astrid." Heather sighed on the other line.

Astrid widened her eyes as realization struck her. She slapped her forehead with a groan, "Oh, shit. I forgot. Don't worry, I'll be there in a sec."

Hanging up the phone, she ran upstairs to take a shower and get ready. She didn't know what to wear so she just grabbed a white cotton sweater, a pair of ripped jeans, and a blood red scarf. Rushing down the stairs, then hopping on one foot, trying to fit her low-cut sneakers onto her feet.

Not even bothering to fix her hair, she rushed out of the house, locking the door, then sprinted her way towards their meeting place. The Forge, a cafe, is only a couple blocks away from her place so she didn't have to run that far. She jumped up the stairs, heading straight to the main door, and swinging it wide open, shouting, "I'm here!"

The rest of customers looked up from their table and stared at her weirdly, as if they just saw Bigfoot enter. Well, from the way Astrid's hair looks, might as well call her that.

Astrid flushed red as she closed the door. The cafe returned back to its usual pace, while Astrid's friends began snickering and giggling at her.

Astrid rolls her eyes as she plopped down to one of the couches, and taking a bite of one of the muffins on the table.

"Hey, that's mine!" A man with spiky black hair retorted but once he saw Astrid's glare, he fell back to his seat.

"So," she warbled, her mouth stuffed with the muffin,  "What's up?"

The circle of friends consisted of six people, counting Astrid. The first one is Finley Ingerman, the most logical and sophisticated one in the group. Sporting a Marvel Comics shirt, khaki pants, and a pair of sandals, he was considered the nerd of the group. His blonde hair was cut in a clean and formal way, which complemented his blue eyes very well.