No Way Out(A HTTYD Love Story Part 17)

“All rise, honorable judge Oswald residing.”

Zaidah rose slowly along with her lawyer.

“You may be seated.” The judge said, “How does the defendant plea?”

“Guilty on all counts of murder, involuntary man slaughter, possession of concealed and illegal weapons without a permit, mafia affiliations, and illegal immigration.” The lawyer said.

“You’ve gotten around, haven’t you miss Blodvist?” Oswald asked.

Zaidah shrugged.

“Is there anything else you would like to say before the jury leaves to make their verdict?”

“If I may be allowed.” She said.

The judge nodded, and she stood up, pushing the chair back a little more so she could move from behind the desk. All officers had their weapons at the ready.

“I would like to ask, rather than say, is it considered a crime when what you do is what you grew up knowing, and what was beaten into you?” She asked, and paused a moment before swallowing, “I don’t expect this to waver your thoughts on sending me to jail or anything like that. But I came here hoping to find the life I could have led if my father were a different man. And I would also like to apologise to the you, judge.”

“And why’s that?” He asked the blue eyed girl.

“Because your son, Dagur, was not only working with a notorious mafia boss, Alvin Outcast, but he was also in the explosion that occurred at the wear house on Timber lane.” She said with a straight face, “I made sure he couldn’t get out.”

The judge looked at her with wide eyes as she lowered her head and made her way back to her seat, careful to make no sudden movements.

“There will be a one hour recess for the jury to decide your fate, court will resume after that.” Oswald said as he lowered his hammer, “Court augured.”

“All rise.”

“The would be Russian mafia boss, Zaidah Blodvist, daughter of the infamous Drago Blodvist, is on trial today at the highest court here in California to decide if she is going to spend the rest of her life in maximum security at San Quinton state penitentiary, or if she will be sentenced to death. There are many questions about the girl now, such as; why is she turning herself in here and now all of a sudden? And, why was she here? She has refused to speak to any of the reporters outside the court house on her way in, but perhaps we’ll understand more as the case goes one. We’ll keep you posted with how the court case progresses.”

“Gobber, can you turn that shirt off?” Ruff snarled at the blonde cook.

“Unlike you lot, I actually want to know what’s happening.” Gobber snapped back at the girl.

“Tuff is already upset more than anything, you’re making it worse.” She argued.

Tuff just blew bubbles in his chocolate milk pretending the others weren’t there, but he tuned them out a long time ago.

“I think he’s taking it the hardest out of all of us.” Astrid noted.

“There’s one person taking it harder than the rest of you.” Stoik said from behind the counter.

“And how could that be?” Ruff demanded.

“The officer leading her around in restraints.” He said shortly.

“Dad?” Snotlout asked.

Stoik nodded, “I wasn’t sure about helping her in the beginning, but Spitelout convinced me to help her. He said he’d take full responsibility for her and her actions. The way he looked at Carstella was like a daughter, which he always wanted. And to top it off she is the daughter of his favorite sister, he took to her instantly.”

“He wanted a girl?” Snotlout was stuck on.

“He got the next best thing.” Hiccup told him bitterly.

“Hey!” Snotlout shouted at the brunette.

“Shut up both all of you!” Fishlegs yelled over the group who were starting to bicker, they all stopped and stared at him, Fishlegs does not yell, “I get it! We’re upset because of what she’s doing and that we can’t change it. And maybe, yes, there are a couple people who are hurting about more than us. But at the moment that doesn’t matter, what does matter is accepting her choice and preparing for what is going to come. She has the strongest affiliations with the Russian mob, she’s killed more people than we can probably count, and she’s done things that would kill us, make our skin crawl, and throw up, along with being through shit that would have made us give up a long time ago. She’s going to be sentenced to death, and there’s nothing we can do, but understand she’s done. She can’t do it anymore, and she doesn’t want to.”

“Doesn’t want to what?” Ruff asked.

“Live anymore.” Fishlegs said grimly, “Or maybe she does, and she’s tired of the charade of not being able to be who she is, or the guilt of her previous life has gotten to much, or. . . ”

“Or?” Hiccup pried.

Fishlegs gestured to Tuff’s arm in its sling, “She was perfectly fine with running and hiding and hanging out with us, and then we got kidnapped and hurt, and she knows they aren’t going to stop, and she doesn’t want us going through anything she did because she actually does care about us, and as a messed up kind of thank you for caring about her too. If even for a short time.”

Everyone went quiet.

“Maybe they’ll go easy on her because she did have an abusive father who forced her into the business.” Snotlout said optimistically.

Astrid shook her head, “Oswald is her judge.”

“You mean. .”

She nodded.

They all sighed and stared at the table, they were all so powerless.

Zaidah was placed in a holding cell until the time was up.

She just sat on the bench and thought about her friends, how they deserved better, and how she’d miss them.

Half way through the wait time the door opened.

“Did they not need all the time to find me guilty?” She asked only to see Spitelout in the door way holding his cell phone in one hand, he motioned for her to come over to him.

Tuff stopped blowing bubbles through his straw suddenly, he looked over to Snotlout who was too occupied with staring at the table to notice anything.

He snatched his phone from the table next to him, and found the number he was looking for.

“Hey what are doing?” Snotlout snapped at the blonde only to receive a death glare, causing him to shut up.

Tuff called the number and waited for him to answer.

It can’t be too late, he thought. It can’t.

“For the last time Richard, I can’t convince her otherwise!”

“Is she still alive?” Tuff asked to the person on the other end.

“Tuff?” Spitelout questioned.

“Yeah, it’s me. Is she still alive?”


“I know it’s probably against protocol, but can I talk to please, just ten seconds.”

“Give me a minute.”

Tuff waited patiently as he drummed his fingers on the table, it seemed like an eternity.

Zaidah advanced to the man slowly. Spitelout put his cell phone to her ear when she was close enough.

“Hello?” She asked.

“Carstella, I love you.”

She gasped hearing those words from the other end, her eyes got wide.

“I love you, Stell, I really do.” Tuff repeated.

“I love you to, Paddy Garret.” She said as she blinked back tears, “But this is still something I need to do.”

“I couldn’t let you without you knowing this.” He told her, “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you to.”

The phone was pulled away from her as she nodded to her uncle with a smile on her face, she tried not to cry.

“You’re very loved, Carstella.” Spitelout said and put his hand her shoulder to enforce the idea.

She just nodded as a few stray tears fell from her eyes.

“I never heard that before.” She admitted finally, “I never have.”

“You can’t say that now.” He told her and glanced at his watch, “It’s not too late to make a plea deal.”

She shook her head, “I have to do it.”

Spitelout nodded and patted her shoulder before wiping away a couple of her tears.

“Do what you have to do.” He told her and turned to leave.

“I love you too, uncle Spitelout.” She whispered, but he heard it loud and clear.

He couldn’t say anything so he just left the room.

Carstella sat back down on the bench, oddly with a lighter heart than she had before.

Tuff put the phone back down on the counter and let out a breath he’d been holding. He sniffed a bit before he smiled at the people at the table.

“I will never love again.”

The door opened for a second time, this time Zaidah knew it was time.

She rose and ankle restraints were put back on her.

She walked down the long hallway to her destiny, her uncle by her side, and armed men around her.

The door was held open for her as she entered the court room. Her lawyer was waiting beside the table for her, he looked even more grim than the other officers in the room.

“You can still reach a plea.” He told her as she took her seat.

“I don’t want a plea.” she told him.

He sighed and sat next to her, waiting for the judge and jury to enter.

“You love my cousin?” Snotlout said in a daze, unable to understand what was really going on.

“Yeah.” Tuff said as he looked back at the t.v. hoping it would give some idea of what was going on.

“How long have you two been dating?” Ruff asked leaning closer to her twin.

“Officially one month, as of the day before the entire kidnapping thing.”

“Wow. Shitty anniversary timing.” Ruff commented.

“You’re missing the point, Ruff!” Snotlout yelled, “He loves, my cousin!”

“Calm down, Snotlout.” Hiccup told his cousin trying to reason with him.

“How are you so calm, Hiccup?!” He accused the brunette, “You know deep down she’s sensitive and fragile, and there for should not be with such and idiot!”

“Actually, that’s exactly why I approve.” Hiccup said boredly.

“Ha!” Snotlout shot in Tuff’s face before snapping back to the brunette, “Wait, what?”

“Tuff is not the smartest person around, I think we all agree to that.” Hiccup started, “He usually relies on his feelings to tell him how he should act. And if his feelings towards Carstella are that strong he’s never going to leave or hurt her, and with them being polar opposites they’d work well together.”

“Ha!” Tuff shot back in Snotlout’s face.

A beep on the t.v.indicated breaking news, everyone’s attention turned directly to the screen.

“This just in. Zaidah Blodvist, daughter of the powerful mafia boss, Drago Blodvist, has just been sentenced to death via the electric chair by an honourable jury. Her execution will be private as to not allow other mafia spies into the room to save her, as she would be the leader of her late father’s organization back in Russia. Many questions are still unanswered, and appear to remain so as we can’t even get close enough to see her face properly. But her execution will take place in three days time, at San Quinton penitentiary, where she will wait on death row for her time.”

Gobber turned the t.v. off after that, before looking sadly over at the group.

“Well,” He said solemnly, but still trying to lighten the mood, “At least you don’t need blessing.”



No Way Out(A HTTYD Love Story Part 16)

Ruff set Tuff down on the pavement next to the sign so he could rest. Everyone was silent. They all had the same thought going through their minds; would she be okay?

They waited maybe ten minutes at the corner before they heard syringes in the distance, and only two minutes after that before the ambulance pulled up in front of them. They got out and they pointed to Tuff.

They looked completely and utterly shocked as they layed Tuff on the gurney and removed the make shift sling.

“Whoever set this knew what they were doing.” One of the E.M.T.’s commented.

A couple of police cruisers showed up shortly after when they were about to load Tuff up in the ambulance.

“What’s going on?” Spitelout asked as he exited his car.

“This one has a broken arm.” The E.M.T told him, “The others are shook up but no major injuries. But all of them have lacerations on their wrists, indicating that they were tied up for a period of time.”

“Thank you.” Spitelout said and marched over to the others who were being questioned, but all they could do was shrug and give half assed answers to everything.

“They’re in shock.” Spitelout told the officer, “Why don’t you get them some water before we bring them back to the station.” The other officer nodded and left leaving Spitelout alone with them, “What the hell happ-

He was cut off by a loud explosion and orange filling the sky. He drew his gun out of habit, but the group seemed completely un affected by it.

“The Fucks going on!?” Spitelout yelled.

Zaidah gave the instructions to the operator, and as she was being questioned by the man hung up and turned the phone off again.

She turned her attention to the squirming red head at her side.

“Let me show you what happens to rats in Russia.”

She dragged him to the other end of the wear house, where there were piles and piles of bodies, canisters of gasoline, gun powder, and everything flammable.

In the center of it all, taped to a chair was a beaten and bloody Alvin.

She threw Dagur in the chair next to Alvin, they were back to back, and pulled out duct tape. She secured him both to the chair and to the larger man.

“The only thing about rats is that, we treat them just like the people we don’t like.” Zaidah said as she picked up a canister of kerosene, “But if you think about it, we don’t like rats so they’re grouped into the same category as the regular people who aren’t rats.” She sighed heavily as she unscrewed the cap to the liquid, “In the mafia especially, rats are the lowest of the low. So even if it wasn’t me who was going to kill you, Alvin would have once he got what he wanted. So if you think about like that, I’m doing you a favor by killing the both of you. But then again, the old man’s already half dead now. I went a little over board there.”

Zaidah started to pour the strong smelling liquid over the heads of the two males until the jug was empty.

“I wont forgive anyone who hurts anyone dear to me.” She said as she tossed the now empty jug aside, “I’ve never really had anyone who was dear to me before, I think that’s what my mother would have liked me to have if she were here today.”

Zaidah sighed as she opened up another jug of gasoline.

“I only wish I got to see him roast live.” She said and started to pour the gas in a line leading to the nearest exit. She pushed the door open and then threw the jug back towards the men.

“I think that’s going to be my only regret.” She said as she tossed her guns, clips full of bullets and grenades into the room with them, “As said in Russia,” She said lit a match against the wall of the wear house, “Do svidaniya.”

She tossed the match down on the trail on gasoline and shut the door as the flames quickly made their way to the two men, who were bound and surrounded by bodies and flammable materials.

All they could do was whimper as flames surrounded them.

Zaidah picked up her hooded trench coat from the ground near the fence and dusted it off before pulling it on as she walked.

Her friends were safe, so she could leave again and try to start again, Mexico, Chili, Brazil. She was multi lingual so it wouldn’t be too hard to blend in.

She stopped in her tracks and looked over her shoulder, a moment later an explosion was heard through out town, the sky was filled with orange and fire, the entire wear house was engulfed in flames.

Her current mafia problems were done, but she knew deep down in her heart that she couldn’t run this time around. She’d been running her entire life, now was the time to own up to who she really was. And she was more than willing to accept the consequences for it all.

“The kids still haven’t said anything, Spite.” A detective in the force told the chief as he entered the building, “They just keep shaking their heads, and this one girl keeps asking if her brother’s gonna be alright. I’ve seen shock before, you have too, but these kids are hiding something.”

“You think so?” Spitelout asked sarcastically, “Maybe the girls were raped in front of them or another of their friends were killed by the people who kidnapped them. Have you ever thought of that?”

“For the love of God Spitelout, one of them’s your own kid and you’re talking this way?”

“You’ve seen some shit too, haven’t you Sven?” Spitelout asked, “Every kidnap victim, every teenager, every single person is hiding something! This has nothing to do with one of them being my own boy, this has to do with us not knowing what the hell’s going on in this town anymore!”

“I’ll explain everything that’s gone on in this town to you, chief.” Both men turned around to see a girl with dark hair and blue eyes staring them down, “I’m the reason your boy is in shock.”

She let her trench coat drop to the floor to show she was covered in knives and blood.

“Put your hands up!” Near by officers shouted at the girl who was already complying.

“Get on your knees!” Deputy Mulch said as he advanced to the girl carefully, she complied.

“Hands behind your head!” She complied, “Interlock your fingers!” And again.

Another officer, Bucket, came forward to remove any and hopefully all weapons on the girl.

“How many weapons do you have girl?” He asked as he removed her belt only to find a row of small throwing knives.

“You’re gonna want to take my boots too.” She suggested.

“I didn’t say you could talk.” Mulch yelled at the girl.

The entire time Spitelout stared at the girl who held his gaze without blinking. She had a tired look on her face, she was tired of running, tired or pretending, tired of not being herself. And he understood.

“Lay down on the ground.” Mulch told her more calm seeing how cooperative she was.

She complied to the hand cuffs and a female officer coming over to see what was under her t-shirt.

“She had a bullet proof vest on?” Bucket asked looking at the vest that also held multiple knives in it.

“This way.” Mulch said escorting her to the interrogation room.

Spitelout watched in disbelief as she disappeared down the hall with Mulch.

“What’s wrong, Spitelout?” Sven asked seeing the looking of horror and daze on his face.

“It’s just,” Spitelout started not knowing how to finish.

“There kinds of things only happen in the movies, right Spitelout.”

Spitelout turned to see Stoik standing there.

“Exactly.” Spitelout said out of breath, “You here for Hiccup?”

Stoik nodded.

“We still need him here to find out what happened,” Spitelout started, “But you can wait in my office until then.”

“Thank you.”

Spitelout lead Stoik to his office where he quickly shut his door and turned around.

“I knew the mafia was behind it, but I didn’t know she would turn herself in.” Spitelout said suddenly.

“So then do you know why she did?” Stoik asked.

Spitelout shrugged, “She must be tired of running and hiding, maybe putting the others in danger was too much for her and she wanted it to stop.”

“The only why to be sure is to talk to them and her.”

Spitelout nodded, “You can talk to the kids, see what they have to say about the situation. But I can’t get you in to see her, not after she had all those weapons removed from her.”

The door to the room where the five sat opened.

“We aren’t gonna talk until we find out if Tuff is going to be okay, okay!” Snotlout finally snapped.

“Tuff is going to be fine.” Stoik said causing all of them to jump up.

“Dad!” Hiccup exclaimed.

“Tuff is going to be fine, but I need to know what happened to you.”

“We were all kidnapped by some goons.” Astrid told him.

“And then we were brought to this wear house on the other side of town and shoved in a room where this guy Alvin demanded we tell him what we knew about Carstella.” Fishlegs added.

“We didn’t tell him anything, and he got mad. But he called her in order to get her over there.” Ruff continued.

“He then broke Tuff’s arm as insurance for her coming.” Hiccup finished, “An well she came, and basically slaughtered the entire contents of the wear house consisting of mafia goons and, I’ll assume, Dagur aswell.”

“Dagur?” Stoik asked raising an eye brow, “What does he have to do with anything?”

“Apparently he’s been working with Alvin in order to get back at Carstella.” Ruff said, “He’s even worse slime than I thought!”

“And he played a big part in kidnapping us.” Hiccup added.

Stoik nodded, “Do any of you know if she would have wanted to turn herself in after something like that?”

“If anyone would it’d be Tuff, it’s almost like they’re joined at the hip!” Ruff exclaimed, “They’re always together, and making plans. He’s definitely her best friend which is so unfair!”

Stoik nodded again, “The police still need to question you to see what’s going on. But I’m not going anywhere.”

“Dad.” Hiccup called before the larger man had a chance to leave, “Will Carstella be alright?”

“It’s hard to say son.” Stoik told him sadly, “It will depend on her.”

The door to the interrogation room opened.

Spitelout didn’t say anything as he unplugged the camera on the wall.

“I want to talk to you.” He said to the girl as he pulled up a chair across from her.


“Why are you turning yourself in all of a sudden? What happened to starting a new life?”

“I tried, and it almost got my friends, and your son killed.” She told him, “I don’t want that happen again, so the best way to do that is give myself up to the police.”

“Can’t you run away again, and hide out in Europe or Australia or something?”

“I’m tired of running, Spitelout.” She told him, “I’m tired of hiding, and not being able to be who I really am because my past is holding me back. I can’t keep doing that, otherwise I’m not living at all.”

“You know what’s going to happen if you go through with this, right?”

She nodded, “I’m going to get the death penalty.”

“And I can’t let that happen.”

She stared him down across the table, her eyes making him feel uncomfortable. Spitelout had sat in an interrogation room with and been face to face with serial killers, serial rapists, people who didn’t care anymore, but he never felt uncomfortable under their gazes, and here he was shifting and sweating under a girl’s that’s less than half his age.

“It’s not your life, Spitelout. I can do what I want without having to answer to anyone. And I’m going to keep doing that.”

Spitelout sighed in defeat, “If it’s what you want.”

“It’s not what I want, but it’s what’s best.”

He nodded and stood up, “Can I get you anything?”

“A lawyer.” She said plainly, “I don’t have one.”

He nodded again and left the room.

“I can’t believe it.” Stoik said hearing the news from Spitelout.

“I know.” He said, “Maybe if we give her a reason to stay around she’ll at least go for a plea outside of court.”

“And what do you suggest?” Stoik asked.

“I’m open to suggestions, Stoik. I can’t come up with everything on my own!”

“I’ll say!” Gobber said entering the office without knocking, “What were we talking about?”

“How to change Carstella’s mind on her taking the death penalty.” Stoik said with a sigh.

Gobber scratched his beard for a moment, “Maybe we should ask Tuff, that boy hasn’t shut up the entire way from the hospital.”

“That’s it!”

“She’s gonna what!?” The group exclaimed hearing the news.

“And we’re thinking maybe you can convince her otherwise.” Stoik explained.

“We can try, but she’s pretty stubborn.” Tuff said scratching the back of his head with his good arm.

“We’ll try dad.” Hiccup assured.

The door to the interrogation room was pushed open.

Zaidah looked up hoping to see the lawyer she asked for, but instead was greeted by her friends.

She just stared at them coldly.

“We heard you were going to turn yourself in and take all counts against you.” Ruff said nervously.

Zaidah nodded slowly.

“We don’t want you to die!” Snotlout exclaimed, “You’re the better, cooler, much more awesome cousin I’ve been deprived of my entire life! You can’t die, and I’m not letting you take the death penalty!”

Zaidah rose slowly and stalked over to where Snotlout stood, he backed up in hopes to get away from her, all of them stepped back as she approached.

“That’s exactly why I have to take it.” She told Snotlout slowly before turning to look at the others, “You saw what I did to Eret and Dagur, and I know you have a pretty good idea what happened in the explosion. And because of that you’re all scared of me.”

She walked back the other direction to look out the window at the cars going by on the street.

“I wouldn’t say scared.” Astrid said bravely, only to flinch when Zaidah whipped around to see her.

“You keep proving my point.” Zaidah told them, “I don’t have anything. I’ve never had anything I actually needed. I thought maybe with him dead I could start again and get what I longed for, but I’m back to fucking square one!”

“No, your not!” Tuff exclaimed and advanced towards the brunette, “You are not back to square one! If we weren’t so stupid to have gotten kidnapped this situation wouldn’t have happened, and you wouldn’t have been hurt reliving your past! It’s us who are to blame.”

Zaidah stared at the ground as she tried not to cry, “You don’t get it Tuff. I like it.” She let a single sob escape her throat, “I liked gunning people, breaking their necks, seeing how many knives I can throw into them before they die, setting people on fire and watching them burn. When killing I’m at peace. That’s why I write about murders and such because they help sooth me. I not meant to be in the same world as you are, Zaidah has to die, she’s a killer.”

“I don’t know Zaidah.” Tuff scoffed, “I know Carstella Jorgenson, the writer who’s been abused as a child and that’s why she has dark writing. But she’s beautiful and wonderful and wouldn’t hurt anyone unprovoked.”

“Carstella isn’t. . . ” But she couldn’t finish her sentence.

“Carstella is who you wanted to be your entire life.” Tuff said as he advanced further and cupped her cheek in his hand forcing her to look at him, “Carstella is now who you are. Zaidah needs to die, and you can kill her, but not by an electric chair or lethal injection.” He poked her chest, “But by opening your heart.”

She leaned forward and placed her head in the crook of his neck.

“I know.” She sobbed, “But because of both of me, you got hurt. And I can’t forgive myself because of that. Besides, I already decided that regardless who did what, I’m to blame for the actions that happened involving me. I need judgment.”

“You need nothing but to accept what is what.” Tuff said as he wrapped his unhurt arm around her shoulders.

“In order to be, and keep being Carstella, I killed the four henchmen, my father, his driver, and myself. She isn’t as innocent as you think.”

“Who said anything about innocence?” Tuff asked, “I just said you didn’t need to die.”

She pulled herself away from the blonde and shook her head.

“I made up my mind, nothing can change it.” She said staring at the floor again, “Alvin wasn’t the only one who’d want a piece of me. There are hundreds if not thousands of other groups that want my head. It’s easier in the long run.”

“Why are you accepting this!” Tuff demanded.

“Why aren’t you?!” She yelled back, “It’s my life and my choice, I make what ever decisions I want. And you have to deal with it.”

“Don’t do this Stell.” Tuff warned her.

“Carstella never existed!” She yelled, “Deal with that!”

They all hung their heads in shame as they exited the room. Tuff looked back to say something else, but couldn’t find the words because she was shaking again. He just left trying to keep his heart together in the process.

No Way Out(A HTTYD Love Story Part 15)

Carstella had woken up late that morning, she hurt. And she knew why, but was confused when she found herself alone in her bed. She threw on her t-shirt and panties as she left the room. In the kitchen she saw one of her metal bowls upside down on the table and a piece of paper on top of it.

She read the note and relaxed, he was called into work. She carefully lifted the bowl only to smile at the breakfast he left for her. Tuff was always on her case because she didn’t eat as healthy as she should have.

“Good work, Dagur.” Alvin congratulated the boy as he looked over the six they all picked up.

“I know, I’m good.” Dagur said.

“I hate to break the party.” Eret said gaining their attention, “We still have to take into consideration the fact she might not even come.”

“And what makes you think she wont come?” Dagur asked the man, “We have her friends, she’s going to risk her life to get them back.”

“Not entirely true, Dagur.” Eret countered, “She might have come to be friends with them, but deep down she’s still a hardened mafia boss. She’s a killing machine who doesn’t understand things like kindness, compassion, love.”

“And how to you know that, huh?” Dagur snarled.

“I helped make her that way.” Eret growled back.

Dagur looked taken aback by what he said. The red head was so used to seeing the red eyed girl as innocent and sweet the idea of her hurting anything was beyond him.

“Her father needed help training her when she was younger and he was busy with work, he appointed me. And I made sure that for the first part of her life she was hardened to the point nothing got in, and that she only expressed hate and anger.”

“Hate to anger you,” Tuff called to the boys, the men had removed their gags a while ago, and laughed lightly at his thought of the play on words, “But Carstella’s probably the farthest thing away from understanding those things. Yeah she doesn’t know how to laugh, but she’s just a softy past her icey exterior.”

“Tuff,” Astrid said to the boy, “I know I may say this often, but; SHUT UP!”

“See,” Dagur snarled, “She’ll come.”

“Now the question comes, how to contact her?” Alvin asked.

“We could chop up one of them and place their head on her door step!” Dagur offered as he eyed Tuff, “I like that idea.”

“We need them alive for now!” Alvin snarled, as he looked over the contents of things they confiscated from the group, “I know.”

Carstella was finishing cleaning up after her and Tuff from last night, when her phone went off.

She looked at the caller id and smiled as she answered.

“Hey Tuffy, what’s up?”

“Tuffy?” The groups’ voices sounded from the other side.

“Well solves the next problem.”

Carstella’s eyes narrowed hearing the voice.

“Alvin.” She growled.

“So glad you remember me, Carstella.” He growled into the phone.

“They don’t have anything to do with me Alvin.” She hissed as she practically ran down the hall to her office, quickly turning on the call tracer.

“Oh don’t they?” Alvin asked, “Well maybe they don’t, but Stoik Hadock the mayor of your town, and Spitelout Jorgenson chief of police certainly do.”

Carstella let out a ‘tsk’ sound as the tracer activated, “Black mailing a town mayor and police man, Alvin I’m ashamed of you. I thought you would have had something better up your sleeve.”

“Oh I do.” Alvin chuckled darkly to her, “I just want to see what you’ll do first.”

“I’m already making my move, Alvin.” She hissed.

“Then I’ll make mine.” The man on the other end laughed, “I’m assuming your first move is to find my location. After this call ends I will give you four hours to come here. Every hour you waste, your precus Tuffy is going to go through the worst pain of his life.”

Carstella shot up and snapped into the phone speaking in Russian, “I swear to God, you touch him I will make you even less of a man than you already are!”

Alvin chuckled darkly, there was a small pause.

“Hey, what are you doing? Let go of me, you- snap– Ow Ow ow ow ow ow! The fuck’s wrong with you!”

Carstella’s heart hammered in her chest.

“Get the idea?” Alvin asked, “At the end of the fourth hour the will be his neck.”

“Go fuck yourself.” Carstella hissed into the phone, the signal got a fix so she shut her phone abruptly only to open it again and dial a new number.

Tuff was laying down on the ground groaning in pain, his unhurt arm was hovering the one that was now broken as he whimpered.

“She’ll be here soon.” Alvin said as he put the phone down.

“You can’t be too sure.” Eret said, “She is-

“You heard what she said boy!” Alvin growled, “So she’ll be here. Her heart obviously isn’t as impervious as you once thought it was.”

“Keep your hands off her.” Tuff growled through his clenched teeth.

“Shut up, idiot.” Ruff growled to her twin, “Or they’ll kill you.”

“I wont let them touch her.” Tuff sobbed as the pain got too much, “I wont.”

Carstella closed the phone half way through dialing the number realizing it was a bad idea. She had to deal with this herself, and quick.

She pulled her wardrobe over so that it was leaning against her bed, on the back there was everything she’ll need.

Carstella suited up into a bullet proof vest, black t-shirt, cargo pants, and combat boots. She strapped herself up with bullet clips, hand guns, grenades, knives galore, and on the side of belt a three section nunchucku that could come together to be a staff if they were connected correctly.

Carstella placed blue contacts in her eyes and threw on a hooded trench coat before leaving. She left her keys in her mailbox, but took her phone.

She sped walked down the streets as she typed something on her phone.

She reached the fence line to the wear house as she hit send, she then turned her phone off, as she walked into what she was really was.

“It’s almost been one hour.” Dagur sang like a giddy school girl, “Can I break his other arm?”

Alvin opened his mouth to tell him to wait a moment, but was cut off by an explosion outside.

He smirked widely knowing exactly what that was.

“Looks like she’s here.” Alvin laughed.

“Can I still break his arm?”

“She will kill you, and she’ll take pride in it.” Eret warned remembering what happened when he accidentally stepped on her dog’s tail all those years ago, he still had the scar on his chest where she almost dug his heart out.

Bullets were flying across the wear house. While the mafia had numbers on their side, Carstella had skill. Two clips, twenty down.

She dropped the empty clips on the ground and put in new ones as she leaned against crates, she waited.


That was her chance!

She danced through taking down as many as she could, emptying one clip just to fill it with another.

The underlings around her fell like snow in winter around her. She was in her element more than she wanted to admit.

“Well, I think I’m going to go greet out guest.” Alvin said as he went to exit the room, “Watch the prisoners.”

Dagur growled not liking being told what to do.

Eret only sighed as he drew his gun.

“What’s that for?” Dagur snarled at the older man, “Going to turn on me?”

“No,” Eret said simply, “It’s defence.”

“For what?” Dagur demanded.

Eret listened intently to hear the gun fire on the other end of the wear house.

He turned his attention fully to Dagur who was in front of the group of prisoners. Using his unoccupied hand he unbuttoned the first few buttons on his shirt and showed a nasty scar on his chest.

“This is what happened ten years ago, when I accidentally stepped on her fucking dog’s tail.” Eret’s face flashed in pain remembering the situation fully, “She went for the heart, and would have dug it out with her bare hands had her father not called for her to be pried off me. But now he’s dead, and we want revenge.”

“But, he died in a car accident.” Fishlegs said scared of what Carstella was actually capable of, “I-it couldn’t have been anyone’s fault.”

“Is that what she told you?” Eret laughed, “Here’s the reality; your friend was the one who rigged the car he was going to be taking to his meeting to explode.”

“And how do you know it was her?” Astrid snapped, “If she was taught everything she knew from you people there were bound to be others who-

“Because there was no trace of a bomb in the car at all.” Eret cut her off, “And she always prided herself in those, no one else knew how to make them disappear completely in the explosion but her, and she’d have been the only one who could have gotten into the garage without it being suspicious.”

Finishing what he wanted to say, Eret turned his attention back to the door. It was too quiet outside for his liking. He knew when it was quiet she wasn’t too far behind.

He stood there, weapon ready, everyone in the room was quiet, even Tuff who was still badly hurt. Their hearts hammering in their chests. Moments ticked by, but they seemed like hours.

Sweat formed on Eret’s brow, he was getting anxious. And then he remembered that she loved to toy with her opponents more than anything else.

He raised his gun ready to shoot when the door opened. But a loud crash was heard behind him.

Before Eret could turn around he was on the ground in momentous amounts of pain. There were knives in his side and arm, stopping him from reaching his gun.

Dagur was too slow to react so as he turned to see what the crash was about he was pinned to the opposing wall of the room by a bounty of sharp, dripping red knives.

“C-C-c-Carstella.” Dagur started nervously, knowing this situation wasn’t good for him, “I was hoping you’d get here soon. They kidnapped me in order to get you and your friends.”

Carstella was advancing towards him slowly, she kicked the gun further away from Eret so he couldn’t get it.

“I didn’t tell them anything, I swear!” Dagur exclaimed as a last ditch attempt to save his skin.

Before he could say anything else, Carstella grabbed his jaw roughly so he couldn’t move it.

“And you wont tell anyone anything again.” She snarled.

A sickening crack echoed through the room, as Dagur started whimpering and making illegible sounds.

She turned from the red head, having broken his jaw, and turned her attention to the man still on the floor. She advanced a little, but stopped about two feet from him. When she opened her mouth to speak, she spoke in Russian.

“I should have known, you being his right hand man, of course you’d be the first one to want my head.”

“Why would you want to leave the life he carved out for you?” Eret snapped back in Russian.

“He didn’t carve out anything for me.” Carstella replied, “And it wasn’t what I wanted, it was what I was born into. I had no choice but to do what he said, when I had no idea what was really going on.”

“You could never have lived a normal life. You were bred to be the ultimate warrior for the family.”

“Who’s to say I couldn’t have had a normal life, when I was never given the chance?”

“So what now?” Eret snarled at her, “Going to kill us, destroy the evidence, and move somewhere else to start your life over again?”

Carstella shook her head, “Kollega(1), I’m here because I don’t want to run anymore.”

“Big of you.” Eret growled, “But you’re dying here!”

He reached around fast to grad the gun he had at his other side, and shot her in the abdomen.

“Do svidaniya(2) , sestra(3).” Eret snarled as the dark haired girl stumbled backwards.

“You’re right,” She gasped back as she looked up at him, his face paled, “Do svidaniya, kollega.”

She threw a knife and hit him in the wrist causing him to lose his gun, Carstella kicked it out of the way as she hauled him up.

“If you just let me go.” She growled in English as she placed an arm under him chin.

“With what you knew it wouldn’t have been possible.” He groaned out.

“And look where that got you.”

“Carstella, wait!” Ruff called out gaining the girl’s attention, “You can’t kill him! I was going to marry him!”

Carstella looked unamused, a split second later a third sickening crack filled the room.

“No.” She said as the body fell limply to the floor, “And my name isn’t Carstella.” She admitted as she pulled out another knife and cut the ropes holding Astrid before she handed the blonde the knife, “It’s Zaidah. Zaidah Blodvist.”

“You’ll always be Carstella to us.” Tuff said and gave a half smile at the girl.

She gingerly turned Tuff onto his back and inspected the arm. He hissed in pain when she ran her fingers over the bruised flesh.

“Sorry.” She muttered and she layed it straight on the floor.

“Forget about me.” Tuff hissed at her, “You need medical attention.”

Carstella rolled her eyes as she lifted up the hem of her shirt to show a bullet proof vest under her t-shirt.

“Your arm, idiot.” He hissed again through clenched teeth.

Carstella cocked her head to the side and looked at her right arm only to see a circular gash and blood.

“It’s a flesh wound.” She said as she pulled out another knife and unhooked her nunchuku.

“What are you doing?” Hiccup asked as he rubbed his wrists.

“Making a splint.” She said shortly as she used the knife as a make shift screw driver do remove the screws holing one bar to the others. She tossed the two that were still connected together aside. She lined up the piece of wood with the injured arm and started tying it to the arm with the pieces of cut rope near her.

“Snotlout, give me your hoodie.” She said to the black haired boy.

“It’s not Snotlout.” He said as he removed the garment, “It’s Richard.”

She cocked an eyebrow at him as she took the offered item.

“My real name’s Belvedear.” Fishlegs said sheepishly.

“Mine is Mark Andrew.” Hiccup said.

She smiled at them as she secured the hoodie as a sling around Tuff’s neck.

“My real name is Gertrude, believe it or not.” Astrid said as she handed the girl back her knife, “I changed it when I turned eighteen.”

“Mine is Fernhilda.” Ruff told the brunette.

The girl turned her red eyes to the blonde laying in front of her.

“Paddy Garret, are you happy?” Tuff snapped.

She nodded lightly, before the unintelligent gurgling of a red head brought her back to their current situation.

“Is anyone else hurt?” She asked.

“Does a broken heart count?” Ruff asked as she eyed the limp body of Eret.

“He was my father’s right hand man, Ru-Fernhilda.” Zaidah said, “He’d have left you for dead. You can do so much better than that.”

“We’re fine.” Astrid said for the red of the group, “But Tuff needs medical attention.”

“I know.” Zaidah said, before turning her attention to the injured man in question, “Can you walk?”

He nodded. Zaidah helped him up carefully, only to have him almost tip over.

“I’ll support him out of here.” Ruff said as put his un injured arm around her neck and looped her arm around his torso.

“Thanks sis.” Tuff said.

“We’ve been through worse.”

“We have?”

“No, but we need Car- I mean Zaidah to focus on getting us out of here alive.”

“I took down all the henchmen on the premises.” She said and ripped Dagur off the wall, “I’ll walk you down to the main entrance, but then you guys are on your own. Go down the street to the corner Timber and jack. I’ll call an ambulance.”

They nodded and followed her down the stairs and out the door. They were only vaguely aware of the stench of death that surrounded them.

Zaidah watched from door way until they were outside the gate, she still had Dagur in her grip. She held him still by his long red hair.

She pulled out her cell phone from her pocket and turned it on. There were over one hundred missed calls from Stoik, Gobber, and Spitelout put together, but she ignored it, she had a job to finish.

(1)Kollega= multiple meanings, used in story as brother.

(2)Do svidaniya= good bye

(3) sestra= sister.