Night Rider

Preparations

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I reached a hand to my cheek. It was already burning up at temperatures I hadn't felt in 8 and a half years. I am not going to lie - I was shocked. I thought, maybe he had changed, but I guess I was wrong. All those times he was pleading for my forgiveness since I revealed myself, I thought he had changed. Changed into a good man, a kind man, or atleast better than he was, but no. Hidden deep, laying dormant for almost 9 years, growing silently and now, it had erupted, was the monster I used to know.

"You have no right to tell me what to do!" He continued to rage, "You are nothing to me. You are not a member of my tribe, you are not my guest, you are not my son. You are a traitor, worthless, dirtbag and you deserve to be alone, despised  and mauled to death by the beasts who you imagine are your friends."

I was shocked. He had changed. He had changed since I told him what to do. And now come to think of it, he had started to hate me when I came to Berk as 'Night Rider' when I refused to do as he said. Stoick just corrupted by power! All that sweetness and caring that he had had for mum was still there, it was just buried by power and there might be a way to get him back to normal!

"Don't ignore me!" He shouted. I must have zoned-out because I didn't even realise that he was still talking. A force greater than I remembered hit my stomach and I flew backwards off my chair onto the wooden floor. Shakily, I lifted my head up and turned to stare at the man that I used to call my father.

"How could I ignore you when you're being such a loving and caring father?" I retorted. He lumbered over to me and grabbed me by the hair, pulling me to my feet.

"Don't back chat me, boy." He snarled. I could smell his wretched breath and I curled my nose up in disgust.

"I'm more of a man than you'll ever be..." I mumbled, expecting the blow that followed. I was forced to the floor once again, the loose splinters digging into my face and drawing small amounts of blood. I heard him pull his foot back, and was sent rolling across the floor in agony when he brought it down ontop of me. I was sure to get a bruise there sooner or later. He rocked over to me again, and prepared to repeat his endevour.

Suddenly, I heard a huge bang and a strangled scream. I heard the multiple thud of an axe on wood and the pounding of feet as well as a terrified squeak. I just lay there, quite oblivious to what was going on around me and instead I stared up at the spider which was climbing its way down from the ceiling on a thread of silk - I had no desire to do anything else.

Then, after about half a minute of thuds, squeaks, rage-filled cries, and the clattering of feet, there was a loud metalic dong and then something fell onto the floor and didn't get up. I then, and only then, moved my eyes to the left to see what was happening.

Astrid was standing, raging, above Stoick who was unconscious on the floor. Her face was burning up with rage and redness and in her hand, on which had a cut on the left finger, there was the cooking pot which normally sat above the fire. Judging by the situation around me and what I had just heard - Astrid had just knocked Stoick over the head with the pot and knocked him into unconsciousness. She wouldn't be in his good books. Her breathing was full of fury and hatred, so much so that she kicked Stoick's side really hard before storming over to me and kneeling down at my side.