Ok, this is it everyone! I am finally posting the last chapter! I can't wait to see how you guys react. I am anxious to your reactions on how I deal with the daemoness herself. I got struck with the idea after a lot of time spent in brain lock, so here we go!
Disclaimer: I do not own How to Train Your Dragon. If you haven't figured this out by now then I don't think you ever will….
EXT. DRAGON ISLAND – DAY
Stoick flinched away from the screen as he saw what was coming up. He had been so absorbed in watching what happened before that he forgot what was coming.
"No…" He mumbled under his breath, his eyes widening in panic.
"NO!" He roared as he tried to fight to get up from his chair.
"I will not be forced to sit here and watch my son DIE for a second time!" His voice breaking at the word 'die', his face red, tears beginning to form in his eyes. The Vikings could do nothing, as everyone was stuck to their seat.
"Stoick… You NEED to watch this…" Zyenna's voice came over the intercom, almost pleading with the Chief to sit and be silent.
Stoick closed his eyes and lowered his head in defeat, no one made any comment on the tears that had begun to run down his cheeks.
CLOSE ON
Tree trunks, being sharpened and planted into the sand atangled rows.Boulders being loaded into catapult baskets.And a war plan being scratched in the sand.Stoick looms over it, looking determined. His generals areat his sides. We see sprites all around them, twisting and swirling in glee as the bloodlust and excitement climb.
STOICK
When we crack this mountain open, all hell is going to break loose.
GOBBER
In my undies. Good thing I brought extras.
Stoick turns to face the men.
STOICK
No matter how this ends, it ends today.
He walks toward the base of the volcano wall, back by several hundred warriors. He raises his arm and drops it. A line of catapults unleash their two-ton loads into the cliff wall. It cracks and flakes away. Several more hits tear away at the hollow shell of hardened lava. A final boulder shatters the fractured wall, creating a deep, dark opening to the cavern within. Silence. Stock raises his hand, makes a gesture. A flaming bushel is launched into the dark, lighting the wall... choked with dragons and sprites. Stoick pulls his hammer and rushes into the cave, brazen.
STOICK (CONT'D) (War cries and slashing efforts)
In a chaotic flurry, the dragons suddenly rush out like bats from a cave. The take to the air, bypassing the axe-swinging Vikings and fleeing the island in a mass exodus. The battle-ready Vikings drop their weapons, confused. The sprites follow at a more sedate pase, almost seeming unsure where they should be going.
GOBBER
Is that it?
Above the island, dragons pour from every crevice, fleeing to the sky. The sound of screeching dragons fades. From the top of the mountain, unseen to the Viking, black sprites begin to pour out. Slowly at first, but building up speed as if preparing for the battle that is to come.
Zyenna leans forward in her seat expectantly.
"They know that your coming…" She sais softly to Hiccup.
"I know…" He sighs, petting Toothless absent mindedly.
VIKINGS
(Cheering as one)
SPITELOUT
We've done it!
Stoick doesn't celebrate. Something is not right. He hears something. Stoick turns to peer down the dark throat of the cavern. A deep, rumbling roar echoes from the cavern. The ground underfoot trembles. The ships rock. Their sails fill with a blast of air. The cheering stops. Stoick's expression sinks as his eyes slowly begin to lose the blackness in them.
STOICK
This isn't over. Form your ranks! Hold together!
The men scramble to organize themselves, as the sprites begin to leave their hosts, flying off to join their brothers.
STOICK (CONT'D)
Get clear!
The ground cracks. Stone tears away, cascading like an avalanche. And through the settling debris, the silhouette of a gargantuan dragon emerges – The Red Death. Stirred and furious. Black sprites are coming off the dragon in droves, gradually revealing the monstrosity underneath. Its scales, once a brilliant red, are now the color of dried blood and falling off in many places. It looks half dead, and absolutely hideous though it seems to be healing slowly as the sprites are leaving, preparing it for something.
All the Vikings stared forward in shock, now seeing what they hadn't been able to before. The varying reactions ranged from sick to serious.
GOBBER
Beard of Thor...what is that?
STOICK (AGHAST)
Odin help us. Catapults!
The Vikings score direct hits. The burning stones bounce off the dragon's skin. The Red Death focuses on the catapults. It crushes the first one - smashing it and its crew, rattling the beach underfoot. Stoick races toward the second catapult. He leaps and pushes a Viking out of the way just before the dragon crushes him under his forepaw. The Vikings scramble in all directions. The beast is coming to itself, it seems half out of it, trying to orient itself after being infested with sprites for so long.
VIKING #3
Get to the ships!
STOICK
No! NO!
The Red Death blasts the ships like a mile-long flamethrower. The sails are torched. Vikings dive overboard and masts come down. Gobber Joins Stoick.
GOBBER
Heh. Smart, that one.
Stoick looks up and down the beach for an answer.
STOICK (GUILT-RIDDEN)
I was a fool.
The monster raises its head to the sky and bellows. The sound shakes the beach, knocking Vikings off their feet. This island is his. Stoick stops a Spitlout.
STOICK (CONT'D)
Lead the men to the far side of the island.
SPITELOUT
Right.
(turns to the others)
Everybody to the far side of the island!
The Vikings scatter into the rocks like ants. Satisfied with the ships destruction, The Red Death turns its attention back to the Vikings. They seem to have vanished. It sniffs the air, searching for their scent, shaking its head slowly back and forth as it tries to regain its senses. Gobber drops in beside Stoick, like two soldiers in a trench. Fire blasts over head, causing them to duck.
STOICK
Gobber, go with the men.
GOBBER
I think I'll stay, just in case you're thinking of doing something crazy.
Stoick grabs him.
STOICK (EMPHATIC)
I can buy them a few minutes if I give that thing someone to hunt.
Gobber removes Stoick's hand. Clenches his forearm, determined.
GOBBER
Then I can double that time.
Stoick grins. Friends to the bitter end. They break cover and dash into the open, splitting up. Stoick rips a sharpened post from the ground and hurls it into the monster's face.
STOICK
HERE!
GOBBER
NO, HERE!
It spots both of them. He fuels up to fire, glancing back and forth between the two men, confused by the sudden noise. He focuses on Stoick.
GOBBER (CONT'D)
Come on! Fight me!
STOICK
No, me!
The Red Death remains focused on Stoick - this is it. It rears back and inhales. Gas begins to amass, when... a huge get of fire comes out of the clouds and hits it straight in the eye, covering in sticky flames that make the monstrous beast thrash around. As it does, a red blur of a dragon at top speed zips from the clouds and down toward one of the burning ships.
STOICK
Hiccup?
The Viking chief can only stair in amazement at his son on the back of a Monstrous Nightmare, looking the part of a Viking Chief going into a battle he knew he might not survive.
A sob breaks through Stoicks lips, seeing his son looking so much like a Chief had made him so proud. Now it just made him sad over what could have been.
Hiccup leaned forward and whispered in the Nightmares ear as she glided close to where Toothless was chained.
"Distract her but don't get hurt. I'll be as quick as I can." He jumped and rolled as he hit the deck of the flaming ship. Toothless growled and thrashed, as if trying to tell Hiccup to run. The young man took out the chain cutters and snapped through the chains in minutes. The Night Fury lunged and grabbed him in a clumsy embrace as the two shot off the ship just as the Red Deaths foot came down on the ship. Landing harshly but safe on the rocks.
"Come on Toothless, this is it." He said as he tore the leather off his friend's mouth. Neither noticed Stoick running towards them as they took off, both having a single minded focus on what needed to be done.
Hiccup and Toothless rocket past the Red Death's head and climb, higher and higher.
HICCUP (TO TOOTHLESS)
That thing has wings! Okay, let's see if it can use them!
Hiccup pulls Toothless into a turn. They plummet, gaining tremendous speed. The wind buffets them as they target the Red Death as super sonic speed. KABLAM! Toothless unloads a fireball against the Red Death's head. It goes down with a rumble as they climb anew.
ON THE GROUND
The Vikings shield themselves from the dust of the fallen monster... as its wings unfold and extend.
IN THE AIR
Hiccup looks back as they put distance between them.
HICCUP (CONT'D)
Do you think that did it?
Suddenly, the enraged behemoth RISES into frame... flapping its wings furiously. A daunting sight.
HICCUP (CONT'D)
Well, he can fly.
Hiccup and Toothless DIVE into the tangled sea stacks – they weave through the rock like rabbits through a briar. The Red Death SNAPS at them, but cannot reach them. Hiccup and Toothless PULL AHEAD. The Red Death SMASHES through the canopy of rock and pulls in behind Toothless. He BURSTS THROUGH fifty-foot formations like they were saplings.
ON THE GROUND
Stoick, Gobber, and the Vikings watch as Hiccup and Toothless streak past, weaving through sea stacks. A moment later the Red Death SMASHES the sea stacks to dust in hot pursuit. The Vikings mood is quenched.
IN THE AIR
Hiccup and Toothless can't slow the monster down. Hiccup eyes the clouds above. An idea hits him. He locks eyes with Toothless.
HICCUP
Okay Toothless, time to disappear.
Toothless PULLS into a steep climb, heading toward the clouds.
HICCUP (CONT'D)
Come on bud!
The Red Death follows, closing in fast.
HICCUP (CONT'D) (hearing the gas)
Here it comes!
BLAST! They narrowly dodge a column of flame and smoke. They reach the low-hanging clouds and pierce them. The monster follows, immediately losing them in the hampered visibility. It roars irritably. From out of nowhere, Toothless DIVES at the huge dragon, BLASTING and PUNCTURING a hole in its wing. Toothless and Hiccup are gone again before the dragon can get a shot at them.
ON THE GROUND
The Vikings stare up at the sky listening to the resounding BOOMS and watching FLASHES light up the clouds. Gobber places a hand on Stoick's shoulder.
IN THE AIR
HICCUP and TOOTHLESS dive in again and again, using the clouds to hide and surprise as they puncture the monster's wings. It BELLOWS in frustration and WHIRLS around, unleashing fire blindly, in all directions. Hiccup sees the glow of fire cutting towards them.
HICCUP (CONT'D)
Watch out!
The random blast CLIPS Toothless' tail. It's heavily damaged.
HICCUP (CONT'D)
Okay, time's up. Let's see if this works.
He pulls Toothless into a turn. They fly directly into the Red Death's face, taunting it.
HICCUP (CONT'D)
Come on! Is that the best you can do!?
Toothless utters an insult too, and they jackknife into a steep dive. The Red Death pursues. Toothless PUMPS his wings, racing faster than he's ever gone before. Hiccup and Toothless stay just ahead of the Red Death - no longer trying to evade it. Hiccup glances back to check the tail - it's disintegrating.
HICCUP (CONT'D)
Stay with me buddy. We're good. Just a little bit longer.
The Red Death closes the gap. Hiccup tucks in and holds Toothless steady - allowing the monster to set its sights on them. It narrows its eyes.
HICCUP (CONT'D)
Hold, Toothless.
The Red Death OPENS his mouth. The familiar gas HISS emanates from his throat - ignition is coming.
HICCUP (CONT'D)
NOW!
Hiccup HITS the PEDALS HARD as Toothless extends one wing. They PIVOT in place, hurtling directly into the Red Death's mouth. Toothless FIRES point blank down the monster's throat. Its amassing gas is ignited, BACKFIRING into the monster, erupting in a chain of blasts throughout its body. Hiccup and Toothless BURST from the clouds, the Red Death hot on their tail, exploding from within. It glances forward and sees the ground rushing up. It throws open its wings, attempting to put on the brakes, but the punctured, damaged wings can't stop its momentum. As the Red Death chokes on the expanding fireball, he sees Toothless suddenly pull out of the dive, streaking up, past its head. The Red Death HITS the ground, head-first. It EXPLODES like the Hindenburg.
Hiccup and Toothless weave through the monster's massive back plates, wings, and flailing legs - a high-speed recall of the FREE FALL slalom run. The expanding fireball races toward them, about to swallow them. They manage to clear the obstacles. Hiccup glances back. They're outrunning the fireball. He looks forward just in time to see the monster's massive club tail careening toward them. He tries to shift their direction. The last shreds of Toothless' tail tear away. Hiccup's pedals go DEAD.
HICCUP (CONT'D)
No. No. Not Toothless…
Hiccup and Toothless can't maneuver - they're dead in the air. The giant club tail CLIPS Toothless, TEARING Hiccup from the harness and sending him tumbling against the backdrop ofthe fast-approaching fireball. Toothless STRUGGLES with all his might to reach the unconscious Hiccup. But the fireball swallows them both.
ON THE GROUND
The Vikings watch in horror as Hiccup and Toothless disappear into the boiling inferno.
DISSOLVE TO:
A whiteout of ash. And through it comes...
STOICK
Hiccup? Hiccup!?
Stoick appears, searching desperately. Everything is scorched. Even the ground is smoking from the terrible heat.
STOICK (CONT'D)
Hiccup!? Son!?
Through the ash, Stoick the motionless silhouette of Toothless laying on his side, one wing beside him and the other behind him. His limbs wrapped together as if trying to embrace something.
STOICK (CONT'D) (GRIEF STRIKEN)
No… Not my son…
Stoick looks to the sky in despair. He buckles at the knees, overwhelmed by the loss.
STOICK (CONT'D)
My son...I did this...
Gobber rushes to his die to flank Stoick as he kneels, slumped over. Behind them, a ring of Vikings form, keeping a respectful distance. As the dust and smoke clear, a ring of wild dragons can also be seen, gathering just behind and between the Vikings. Toothless stirs and groggily rolls his head toward Stoick. Their eyes meet.
STOICK (CONT'D)
I'm so sorry...
In the background we hear a low laugh begin to creep in on the silences.
"Well… it seems our deal is done.
With that sprites explode from the clouds, only this time all the Vikings can see them.
The Vikings watch the screen in confusion, not remembering this part at all.
"This is what would have happened had I not stopped time and pulled you all here. This is what we need to see."
The sprites wrapped around each Vikings, turning into a tentacle that rendered them immobile. The various dragons that had come back to see what was going on were also wrapped in tentacles and drug to the ground.
"And so it begins."
A large Viking woman, with blond hair and a Viking helmet with four horns on it, was slowly walking through the crowd towards Stoick. Behind her, Lorel seemed to melt into existence from several of the sprites flying around. As if her form was liquid, she transformed into Tiandra.
The image freezes, in in the next instant there is chaos. Glass shatters as Hiccup leaps onto Toothless' back and charges towards the woman sitting in the audience, he jumps off his friend and grabs her by the neck and slams her against the wall with the dull side of his blade.
"I believe our deal is done Tiandra… Meaning you have to go…" He hisses at her, his eyes a deep green.
"If I die then my sprites shall kill you first." She says, a triumphant grin going across her face as she melts back into her original form. Behind him Toothless keeps circling Lorel and the two goons who had followed him in the film, Zyenna coming up and grabbing them by the arm and taking them somewhere else.
"Not if I no longer have your sprites… I was supposed to do it on my own… Well I did." He sneers, a triumphant smile on his face as the daemoness' face goes pale.
"I do believe that she has an appointment with the All Father now…" Zyenna says, snapping her finders. With a scream of rage, Tiandra disappears, though the sprites in the room remain, each turning white as the darkness bleeds out of them. Hiccup stands there, favoring his only real leg and breathing heavily.
"Hiccup…." The whispered word makes Hiccup tense up, he slowly turns around to see his father standing not feet from him. Hiccup faces his father, blank faced, his sword still in a defensive position. Toothless cooes softly at the boy, nudging him gently.
"Stoick…" The name from his son's mouth almost sends the Chief to his knees. Hiccup was glaring at him so harshly, he just hung his head in shame.
"I'm sorry…." The man said softly, ignoring the fact that the entire village was around them, forgetting his pride and for the first time in a long time focusing only on his son.
Hiccup stared at his father impassively for several minutes before, slowly, he limped over to the man. Stoick looked up in shock when he felt his sons hand on his arm.
"I forgive you dad…" With that they all vanish.
Zyenna stand in the empty theater room and watched the screens of How to Train Your Dragon, the way it was ment to be before Tiandra corrupted it, played out on the screen. Only this time, the white sprites were now keeping everyone safe, while invisible, because it is what they were made to do.
"So… What's next?" She wonders out loud, turning around and melding into a new world. She sits down at a desk in front of a blue laptop and smiles evilly. "Jack Frost…." She grins as she begins to type away.
So, it is done! I am so excited. I hope you guys are too. I have given you a hint to what my next fanfiction is going to be. I am kind of sad to see this story end but I'm excited at the same time. I think you guys might enjoy it but we will see. Well, thank you guys for reviewing and I guess I'll see you when I post my next story!
ladipretender: I know I kind of left Hiccups demonic appearance slide through the cracks but I really didn't have any plans for it other than a wow facture anyway. I just wanted to show you guys what he could become if Tiandra won.
Well, I guess this is it.
Till next time!
Z