My Choice Chapter 8: Rescue

My Choice Chapter 8: Rescue

Chapter 7

The following morning I’m awake at my usual time, dawn, in my usual place, next to the window on Hiccup’s roof. I’d made up my mind about asking for help finding Stardancer. There were still three islands left to search, and if those failed, Hiccup would know where else to look. Which is why I intend to relax until he wakes…….or I could wake him now. I open his window, waking Toothless, and drop to the floor beside his bed. I gently shake him awake. He groans and blinks up at me. “Sadie?” “Sorry to wake you, Hiccup,” I say. “But I need your help with something. Get the gang together and meet me at the academy.” With those words I head back out the window, grabbing my satchel before dropping to the ground and heading to the academy. While I wait for the others to arrive, I study the map up on the wall, comparing it with my own. They were pretty much the same so I grab a pencil and begin crossing off the islands I’ve already searched. As the others wander in. “What do think you’re doing?” Astrid asks. “What does it look like I’m doing?” “Crossing off islands,” she retorts. “Why?” “Because I’ve already searched these islands.” “Searched for who?” “Stardancer.” “Wait a minute,” Hiccup says. “Slow down and start from the beginning. Who is Stardancer?” “My dragon. We got separated during the storm and I’ve been looking for her ever since. It’s been a little over a week and I’ve found no sign of her anywhere. Ordinarily she’d have found her way back to me by now, since she hasn’t I’m assuming she’s either hurt or captured. Either way I’m going to need your help if I find her.” “Why didn’t you say anything before?” Hiccup asks. “Force of habit. If I can do something on my own, I will.” “Did you consider the fact that she might have left?” Astrid asks. “Yes, actually I have,” I reply. “If that’s the case, that’s fine. I’ve never forced her to stay. However, seeing as she can be a mother hen from time to time, it’s unlikely. So, will you help me?” “Of course we will,” Hiccup says. “Everybody mount up. Sadie, are there any islands you haven’t searched yet?” “These three,” I say, pointing to the map. “I thought we could search these and if she’s not there, you might know where else to look.” Hiccup nods and mounts Toothless, I climb on behind him. Everyone else is already on their dragons so as soon as I’m settled we take off and the others follow suit. “How did you manage to get to all those islands,” Astrid asks after a few minutes of flying. “I have my ways,” I reply. She only scowls and falls silent again. We reach the first island minutes later. “Everybody spread out and look for any sign of a…” Hiccup pauses. “What kind of dragons is Stardancer, Sadie?” I smile. “You’ll know her when you see her. Just call her name, she’ll come looking.” Hiccup shrugs. “Alright then, you heard her.” The others spread out and begin calling for her as they go. Hiccup turns and follows me as I head off through the trees. “What if we don’t find her?” he asks. “We will find her,” I say, determined. “Or I will, eventually.” “Where are we going?” “I saw a stream over this way and seeing as a stream means fish–” “And fish means food, I get it,” Hiccup says with a grin. “I wasn’t born yesterday.” “Oh really?” I say innocently. “My mistake.” “Hey!” he exclaims, laughing. “Take that back!” “Uh…” I pretend to think it over. “Nope.” “Sadie!” I feel him come up behind me and then his arms wrap around my waist. “Take it back, or else.” “Or else what?” I smile, letting him pull me against him. “This,” he says, and starts tickling me. I burst out laughing and try to pull away. “Stop!” I gasp. “Hiccup!” “Take it back.” “Alright!” I exclaim, still laughing. “Alright. I take it back.” He stops and lets go. I quickly step away from him. “Not!” I exclaim and take off through the trees. “Sadie!” “Catch me if you can!” I call over my shoulder. I disappear into the brush as Hiccup starts after me. I hurry through the trees toward the stream, Hiccup following behind. At the stream I hide in some bushes and wait for him to arrive. When he steps out of the trees he goes to the stream’s edge, looking around for me. I smile and watch from my hiding place then suddenly let out a cry of surprise as I’m nudged from behind and stumble out into the open, trip over a rock and tumble into the stream with a splash. I hear Toothless chuckle in his usual way behind me as I surface and Hiccup joins him. “Gotcha,” he says as I roll over and sit up, the water nearly up to my chest I roll my eyes as he offers  his hand to help me up. I take it but instead of letting him help me up, I pull him into the stream beside me. He surfaces laughing. “I deserved that.” “Yes, you did,” I say as I stand and wade to shore. “Stardancer!” I scan the bank and the trees for any sign of my dragon. There’s nothing. We look for a while longer with no further results then rejoin the others, who haven’t found anything either. Hours later we’ve searched the other two islands and are on our way back to Berk. “Where is she?” I ask, frustrated and worried. “We’ll find her,” Hiccup says. “We just need to think through our next steps.” I sigh and rest my head on his shoulder. Then I see a flash of white out the corner of my eye. Down below us is a mass of ships with what looks like a Skrill crest on the sails. “What is that?” I ask. Hiccup follows my gaze and I feel him tense. “That’s Dagur,” he says. “Who is he?” “Dagur the Deranged is Chief of the Berserker tribe and also keeps trying to take over Berk.” I study his ships curiously, then in the front one I see a mass of black. “Can you fly down a little closer?” I ask. Hiccup does so and both of us gasp as we glimpse the Night Fury tied down in the bow. “Stardancer!” “A Night Fury?!” Hiccup exclaims. “Stardancer is a Night Fury?!” “Never mind that,” I say. “We have to do something!” “Ah brother,” a man suddenly says, looking for all the world like he was, in fact, deranged. “So glad you could join us. I was saving this little surprise for my next visit to Berk, but I guess there’s nothing wrong with now.” “You must be Dagur,” I say from behind Hiccup and his gaze flicks to me. The smile he sends me gives me chills. “Indeed I am,” he replies. “And who might you be, you rare flower?” I roll my eyes, falling back to my cold and uncaring attitude. “Doesn’t matter. Where did you find that dragon?” He studies my face for a moment. “Why does it matter to you?” “Because she belongs to me.” “Not anymore, she doesn’t.” I sigh and stand up on Toothless’s back. “Let her go.” His gaze hardens and he frowns. “No.” I shrug. “Have it your way.” Toothless is hovering close enough to the ship so I jump from his back, rolling as I hit the deck, drawing two knives as I jump to my feet. “Sadie!” Hiccup calls. “What are you doing?” “Getting my dragon back,” I reply easily, never taking my eyes off of Dagur. “Sadie,” Dagur says, drawing a sword. “Lovely name for a not so lovely girl.” I don’t say anything as he steps closer, leveling the sword at my chest, neither do I move. He takes another step toward me and I flip the knife over, catching it by the point. “Not another step,” I say coldly. He pauses, but only briefly before he rushes toward me, swinging his sword. As he reaches me I duck under the blade and step to one side, one leg outstretched, causing him to trip. The sound of a crossbow being fired reaches my ears and I roll toward Stardancer and get to my feet again, throwing my knife as I do so. The man my knife hits cries out and goes down, still alive. But not before I see his face. In my mind, I flash back to that night, when I watched Alvin kill my parents. There had been another man with him, one I didn’t recognize. But now, here, this was him. Older, but still him. “Sadie!” Hiccup’s voice yanks me from my flashback. “Look out!” Dagur was coming at me again, but more slowly this time, wary of my trick. I pull another knife and cross them together as he swings at me, blocking his stroke. Surprise flickers in his eyes and he steps back, studying me. This time I charge him, taking him by surprise. He swings at me again, I deflect his stroke with the knife knife in my left hand while I spin to the right, around and behind him, putting the knife in my right hand at his throat. “Drop it,” I hiss in his ear. I feel him tense and press the blade harder against his skin. “Now.” He throws it down angrily. “Tell your men to release my dragon.” “Never.” I press even harder, drawing blood. “Don’t think I won’t kill you, Dagur, because I will. Let her go.” He sighs. “Release the Night Fury.” His men hesitate. “Now!” he yells. Seconds later Stardancer is free and I shove Dagur forward, into his men as Stardancer grabs me in her claws and we fly off. Once we’re well enough away, she flips me up into the air, catching me on her back. I sheath my knives again and hug her. “Oh gods, I missed you,” I whisper. “Sadie, that was amazing!” Hiccup says, flying next to us. “How did you learn to do that?” “Lots and lots of practice,” I reply. “And a Night Fury!” He continues as though I hadn’t spoken. “You trained a Night Fury! Where did you find her?” “I found her one night in the woods during a storm. A branch had fallen on her wing, breaking it. I helped her out and she’s stuck with me ever since.” “How long have you had her?” “Almost a year.” “Amazing.” I smile and hug Stardancer again. “What happened back there?” Astrid says suddenly. “What do you mean?” I ask, straightening and turning to look at her. “You froze. Why?” “That’s none of your business,” I say coldly. “You froze right after you hit Savage,” Astrid says. “You’ve seen him before!” “Maybe I have, maybe I haven’t,” I snap. “What difference does it make?” “Savage used to work for Alvin,” she continues. “You didn’t know Dagur so that could only mean you saw Savage when he was working for Alvin!” I don’t reply. “Is that true, Sadie?” Hiccup asks. I stay quiet. “It is isn’t it?!” Astrid says. “How do we know you’re not working for Alvin too?!” I turn Stardancer around to face her and she stops, hovering in the air. “You want to know, fine,” I snap. “I only saw Savage once 7 years ago and I’ve hated him ever since! Satisfied?!” The other riders hover around us in shocked silence as Astrid and I glare at each other. I feel my throat clogging up and my eyes welling with tears, but I turn Stardancer back towards Berk and head off before anyone can see. “Sadie, wait!” Hiccup calls out. “Leave me alone, Hiccup!” The others quickly fall behind and I let the tears fall as I clutch the locket at my throat.

There you go, guys. I’m going to try and keep posting 1 chapter a week. Hope everybody’s still liking it so far. Let me know what you guys think and if you’d like to be added to/removed from the tag list.

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I made my first writer designs!

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What do you guys think? I was first inspired when I saw the Halloween x Writer designs that @writing-prompt-s made. I just loved the idea of making some writer-themed designs. These first ones are simple with none of my actual drawings on them, but that will change! I have ideas for a couple more designs coming up soon :3

I'd also love to hear any suggestions you guys have!

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Aaaaaaa thank you so much for doing my request! And so soon too! (The one with the father villain and telepathic hero) the title is so great and it is all so shippy and adorable and I love it, thank you so much

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You’re welcome! Your request was so much fun to write, I’m glad you enjoyed it! 💞

Snippet #3.02

First part here!

TW: description of wounds, needle, held down, explosion

All they knew for certain was their leg was in pain. No, that wasn’t the right word. Burning, aching… throbbing? Yeah, those were better descriptions. All three fit the agonizing feeling that made Hero want to scream.

They knew the walls were a dark green, the cabinets were a shiny silver color. The hero tried to focus on the things around them. It’d keep them from full blown panic.

They swallowed— though their throat was sandpaper —when they noticed a cut about mid-thigh too clean to be accident, right where the searing seemed to originate from.

Upon closer inspection it almost looked like someone slashed their suit then stabbed them. But there wasn’t blood anywhere? Just a blackish-blue bruise the size of a fist?

Hey, wait a minute, that was the same mark an epipen would leave. Wait a minute, did an epipen do that? Did their epipen do that?

It was at that moment the door swung open. The hero froze as two people walked in. Lab coats, one in a turtleneck, the other in a set of off-blue colored scrubs.

They immediately categorized them as civilians, medical workers. The two kept their heads buried in their tablets, effectively not noticing the hero’s awakened state. That was until one of them pulled out a needle and reached for the IV.

The only way Hero could describe what happened when they grabbed the medic’s arm as pure chaos. The medic shrieked, scaring the other nurse who in turn tossed their tablet. The scream apparently alerted others, and now there were more people flooding through the door.

The command for someone to hold Hero down came from the first nurse, and moments later their arms, legs, and shoulders were pinned down. They couldn’t get up. They couldn’t fight them. No, nononono.

“Getoffgetoffgetoff. Get off me!”

“Let them alone,” A new voice rang, calm, but yet still commanding. It was enough that the nurses backed off, thank goodness.

“Its morphine, if that’s what you were so dearly frightened about. You were afraid of it being poison?”

Did they just-? How did they know that?

“Or was it something else entirely … You’ve been quite on edge, even before the doctors arrived…” Oh, they’re a mind reader. Great, just what Hero needed.

“Now now, that’s no way to greet your savior,”

Who is this, who do they think they are?

“You’ll call me a concerned party. If I may ask, do you remember what happened that landed you here?”

Hero couldn’t seem to remember anything. The last thing they could remember was sprinting across rooftop after rooftops towards a bank vault heist in progress. They could see a figure in the distance, but Hero was too far away yet to see who. Was it Supervillain or Thief, perhaps?

No, it was someone they’d never seen before. Hero made note of the stormy grey body suit, a deep green glow illuminating from lines carved into their suit. They couldn’t tell for certain, but it looked like the suit was the expensive stuff— fireproof, bulletproof, the works.

Whoever this was, they had deep connections. And money. Lots of money.

Hero made their presence known as they approached. The figure swiveled, eyes wide. They took a step back. And another. Then they were running into the bank? Despite the questionable action, Hero gave chase.

When the person took a left turn down a corridor, Hero didn’t expect them to come barreling back at an inhuman speed. Hero crashed into the figure, falling face first to the ground. They looked up.

Oh, so that’s why they were running like they saw a demon. That’s a bomb.

Well, it was close enough to a demon.

The last thing they could remember was running. The other person was nowhere in sight, so they must have already made it out, right?

“Hey.” Someone shook Hero’s shoulder, effectively bringing them back to reality. But what about the epipen bruise? They couldn’t explain where the mark came from.

Their savior chuckled. “I’ll let you alone for a moment. There’s someone waiting, they can clarify I do believe.” And without answering Hero’s question, they left.

The next person to enter the room sent Hero’s heart in a frenzy.

“I’m told you recognized me,” They held out a hand to shake. It was them. They were alive! “I’m Villain. And I believe we have a few things to discuss.”

Taglist: @chaoticgoodandi , @dovahcourts

I apologize for how long this took to write!

The pain begins young, with an incurable and wretched disease that brings only an agonizing death to some, and a helpless death to others. At this point in life, I am too young to know what any of that means, but it still takes its toll. I learn what my limitations are rather quickly.

While I struggle with the deadly blow life has poured out to me, I am shunned by my peers because of it. As the years go by I drift further away from those around me. My pain is silent for only me to know, and before I know it, the world around me is too.

Then one day, knowledge calls with siren sweet lullabies. There in her arms I learn it all, spiraling towards my purpose without any clue as to how long before I land.

Poisons, chemicals, and nature’s deadliest being among the few lessons I learn, with more than a few scars to prove such. My love for information has only added an accelerant to the pile- the only thing missing; a match.

As I look at the world around me, I see brokenness. I see how greedy people with power are, letting hundreds die just so they can make their quick, fat buck. I see those with the authority to stop the suffering don’t because they can only see the ceiling. They have become too stuck up to do anything about it. It sickens me. And with that, the inferno begins. They will be the first to go.

I am a con artist, a thief. I steal so others who suffer won’t anymore. I am dangerous, a pyromaniac. I destroy so the corrupt cannot continue their wicked deeds. I am a threat to the world around me.

I am a villain.

Ehem,

Dear Heroes, Villains, Sidekicks, Superheroes, Supervillains (including retired ones) Civilians, Witches, Wizards, even Whumpers, Whumpees and Caretakers (if you find the following question interesting) and literally everyone else,

If you were a villain, what would your backstory be?

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Feel free to tag more people I’m dyinggg to know ><

Would it be possible to get a continuation of Snippet 2?

Guess what’s coming soon!

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