No Way Out(A HTTYD Love Story Part 8)

Stoik got the call in the middle of a meeting, seeing as it was his niece who was calling, he excused himself saying it could be an emergency and that he would be right back.

After hearing his son’s shocked and scared voice on the other end saying he needed to be there and let himself in, because Carstella told him to tell him.

Stoik nodded and told Hiccup to calm down and call Spitelout.

Spitelout was still in bed from his late night shift, needless to say he wasn’t the least bit happy when his phone went off.

“This better be good.” He growled to the person on the other end without even checking the number.

Hiccup frantically tried to explain to his uncle what he needed to do, and before Hiccup could even finish his story about why, Spitelout cut him off by saying;

“I’ll be right there.”

And hung up.


Moments after Hiccup had contacted both men, and was waiting for further instructions, the front door to Carstella’s apartment opened and both men clobbered in. They were greeted by the smell of blood, the sight of four men shot down in Carstella’s living room, with said girl sitting between her calves staring at the mess in front of her, and the faint sound of a sniffle.

“Carstella.” Stoik called softly trying not to spook the girl.

There was an audible sniff before there was a reply, “Uncle Stoik,” The girl’s voice cracked, “What do I do?” She asked and turned her head to look at the men, “I’d gone cold turkey, I hadn’t killed anyone in three years. This is supposed to be a new chapter. What do I do?”

Carstella was begging for an answer from either man, she was scared. She wanted out, she didn’t want to do this anymore after so long, but what was staring her in the face?

Stoik and Spitelout looked at each other, they both knew what she had to do to keep herself safe. But at the same time in her doing that, they would be hurting her. She wanted nothing to do with her old life, and yet she had to go back to it to move forward.

“Alright! What the hell’s going on!” Snotlout yelled as he basically ripped the door of the hinges and stomped out to see what was going on, he had enough being in the dark. But when he was about half way through the kitchen his eyes wandered to the four men covered in blood. His eyes went wide and his stomach began to turn.

“Sink’s over there.” Carstella said in defeat pointing to the counter where the stainless steel sink was.

Snotlout said nothing as he raced over to it and let out all the contents of his stomach.

Soon the rest of the group followed out to see what was going on. Fishlegs and Hiccup raced to get the kitchen sink now that Snotlout was done with it. Ruff ran to the bathroom to dispose of her upchuck in the toilet. Astrid was used to seeing dead bodies because of her training, but she was still unsettled by what was in front of her.

Tuff didn’t show any emotion as he stared both at the mess, and the brunette slowly coming undone in the middle of it. He wasn’t afraid or discussed like the others, he was curious. He wanted to know how they figured out where she lived and how Carstella did that on her own. But there was something gnawing at him that he couldn’t shake off.

He acted before he realized, shocking both himself and everyone else in the room. Tuff advanced forward to the shaking girl on the floor, he knelt next to her and pulled her into a hug. He stroked her back in a calming way. Carstella’s eyes went wide at what was going on, but she didn’t pull back or push him away. She clung to his t-shirt and tried to hold the tears back.

“It’s gonna be alright.” He told her soothingly, “You’ll get through this, we’ll all be behind you the entire way. So just calm down, okay.”

Carstella nodded and pulled Tuff closer to her. She couldn’t explain it, but she felt oddly . . . safe, with Tuff close.

“There’s only one way to make sure you’re safe from the law, Carstella.” Spitelout told the girl after a moment.

“Spitelout.” Stoik warned.

“You know as well as I do, it’s the only way!” Spitelout snapped back at the man, before turning his attention to his niece and saying much calmer, “You’re gonna hate it, but you need to draw on your prior experience in the Mafia to clean this up. I’ll help you as much as I can but I don’t even know how to do this.”

Carstella just sat a minute, still in Tuff’s embrace. She didn’t want to admit it, but Carstella knew all too well it was the only way. She took a deep breath and wiped her eyes to make sure there wasn’t any tears that fell. She had been trained for this kind of stuff, she had to harden her heart again. And she did, as she pulled away from Tuff’s embrace.

“Alright.” She said with another breath trying to gain her nerve, “Under the kitchen sink there’s duct tape, vinegar, baking soda, and gloves. Bring them here.”

Astrid and Ruff hurried to get what she asked for. Carstella stood up and walked over to the love seat, she threw the cushions on the other side of the room, away form the bodies, and pulled the sheets off of the bed. She left them hanging over the back of the couch as she went over to the sectional and did the same thing, not bothered by the fact her bare feet were stepping in blood as she did this.

Astrid and Ruff left the supplies on the coffee table for her.

“Can you also grab a couple garbage and paper bags for me?” She asked. The girls nodded and did as they were told, they placed them on the table and waited further instructions.

“You guys can leave.” Carstella told them as she pulled on a pair of latex gloves, “I’m pretty sure you don’t wanna see this.”

“Way a head of you!” Snotlout said by the door with everyone’s stuff next to him.

“Snotlout!” Astrid growled at the boy.

“Are you sure, Car?” Ruff asked ignoring the small argument between Astrid and Snotlout, “We’re friends, so-

“No.” Carstella said suddenly cutting her off, “Because we’re friends I’m not letting you get involved in this. If actual F.B.I. agents or more of the mafia can associate this with you, it’s on my head when you die and I’m not letting that happen. Now go, all of you.”

Everyone stared at her making sure it was alright. When she nodded they left quietly.

When the door closed the three still in the room sighed.

“You should leave too, uncle Stoik.” Carstella told him, “It would be bad if you missed the entire meeting.”

“Are you sure?” He asked her. Stoik had assumed responsibility incase something like this happened, and it did.

She nodded, “It’s best you don’t know what we’re going to do with the bodies anyway.”

Stoik nodded, “Need anything, I’m only a phone call away.

“I know.” Carstella told him.

Stoik nodded and left.

“What are you planning?” Spitelout asked.

“Burrying them in the desert.” She said, “Somewhere between here and San Francisco. Play it cool, leave really late at night, claim we left early in the morning, bury them. Continue on to San Francisco make a day trip of it and come back.”

“Any other cover up?” Spitelout asked knowing there had to be more.

She nodded, “Convince your son to come.” She told him, “Having Snotlout with us will make it look like you took your son and niece out for the day. I’m just sorry for dragging you into this.”

“I assumed responsibility too you know.” He told her as he crossed his arms.

“Right.” Carstella replied.

“Be ready to go by midnight.” Spitelout told her before leaving.

Carstella stood there alone in her apartment for a moment before she set out to work.

She closed the blinds, layed out the garbage bags flat on the floor, and went over the bodies. There wasn’t going to be any easy identification on them.

She pulled out wallets, badges, phones, keys. There was nothing unusual about it, she put it all into one of the paper bags and set it to the side. She did the exact same thing with the guns and bullet casings in the other bag.

When that was finished she took one of the white sheets and layed it down flat before rolling one of the corpses onto it and rolling the body up in the cloth, she used the duct tape to secure it, then she hoisted the body up and placed it on the garbage bag so no blood would get anywhere it shouldn’t. She repeated that for the remaining three bodies.

When all four of them where layed out neatly on the black plastic, Carstella removed her gloves and dumped baking soda all over the carpet and sectional where blood was, she sprinkled it over places near the blood spatter to make sure she didn’t miss anything.

She then got up and grabbed the bucket from the hall closet she filled it up with hot water from the bath tub, seeing as someone puked in her kitchen sink, and added bleach and floor cleaner. From her experience she knew what chemicals never to mix, but this was safe.

As the bucket filled up, Carstella dug out a scrub brush from the hall closet and a new toothbrush from under the bathroom sink. With this ready she shut off the water and picked up the bucket after tossing the scrub brush in it and carried it out to the living room. Carstella set the bucket down on the floor and toothbrush on the coffee table. She picked up the bottle of vinegar and carefully poured it over the areas of the room that had baking soda sprinkled on it.

The carpet and sectional soon began to fizz with the reaction taking place. The bubbles turned pink-ish and Carstella knew it was working, she set out to scrub the hard wood floor of their stains as the baking soda and vinegar did their part.

“I think we need to prepare ourselves.” Astrid said as they all settled down in their regular booth at Gobber’s.

“What do you mean?” Tuff asked, mouth full of food.

“This isn’t going to be the last time that someone goes after Carstella.” She told them, “I think we need to get ready incase we’re kidnapped and interrogated. We can’t let them get to her.”

“She doesn’t want us involved anymore than we already are.” Snotlout almost snapped, “It’s only going to upset her.”

“We’re her friends!” Ruff almost shouted at the black haired boy, “She’s trying to protect us, we can at least try and do the same to her.”

“You guys do have a point.” Hiccup said.

“Hiccup, you’re supposed to be on my side!” Snotlout whined.

“Yeah.” Fishlegs agreed, “You know she isn’t going to happy with us when she realizes we’re trying to save her from threats we can’t possibly imagine in our wildest nightmares.”

“I know.” Hiccup said with a sigh, “She wouldn’t want us putting ourselves in harm’s way just to help her. But she is our friend, and as such, we need to protect her too.”

“And how do you suppose we do that?” Snotlout snapped, “Barge into every mafia bosses hide out and demand they leave her alone?”

“Not that rash.” Hiccup told him, “More like, prepare ourselves so if we do encounter some sort of situation where we’re captured and are forced to give information we wont.”

“Like mock interrogations?” Ruff questioned.

“Exactly.” Hiccup said, “It might be small but at least we wont tell them anything, and that will protect her.”

“Alright.” They all agreed.

Carstella wiped the sweat from her brow as she tossed the brush in the bucket. The floor was clean, what was the problem now was the area rug and sectional.

She picked up the toothbrush and started scrubbing at that, she had a vacuum in the closet she would use to get it all up after she was done scrubbing and put more baking soda and vinegar on the spots.

Normally she wouldn’t be this thoro with her cleaning, but she wasn’t about to risk anything anymore.