"Shawn," I hear.

"Ugh. What?" I say.

"We're home," Carla says.

"What? How?" I say, waking up in my new room.

You weren't waking up so I just carried you to your house. Siare growls.

"Thanks," I say.

Well, Toothless is probably worried about me. Goodbye, Shawn. Siare growls, flying away.

"You feeling okay, Shawn?" Mom says, waking through the door.

"Yeah. Just a bit sore," I say.

"Well, looks like your wing is healing, but your cut was so bad that we had to stitch it closed. It was terrible. Your cut was so bad that I could almost fit my hand in it. Surprised it wasn't bleeding as bad as it was," Mom says.

"My knife? Where's my dagger?" I say. Why would I want the thing that cut me that bad? I dunno.

"It's by your bed. Jacob was nice enough to make a new sheath for it before the Leathery closed," Mom says. The Leathery closed? Shame. Was a good business, too.

"Aww, that's a shame," I say.

"Oh, he shut it down, actually. To start his new business, Jacob's Rifles and Blades," Mom says.

"Jacob's Rifles and Blades?" I say.

"Jacob's new business. Haven't you heard?" Mom says.

"No?" I say.

"Oh, well, now you do," Mom says. Well, that was anti-climactic. Having Mom take me out to Jacob's new shop, I notice the building has been built bigger.

"Shawn! What's up?" Jacob says when I walk through the door.

"You started your own business?" I say.

"Yeah. Neat, isn't it?" He says. "I work with anything from Airsoft guns to fifty cal's,"

"that's awesome! Hey, speaking of which, could you do some mods on a UMP for me?" I say, pulling it out of a bag I have. I got a UMP when these guys were oddly at my house.

"What! How did you get your hands on a UMP?" Jacob says.

"Long story. Anyway, can you?" I say.

"Sure thing. Anything for Lakesshore's Fury. What would you like me to do?" Jacob says, making sure nobody was paying attention.

"Surprise me," I say, laying an empty UMP and full magazine on the counter.

"Oh, this'll be fun," Jacob says with a smile.

"Have fun. Give Carla a call when it's done. See you, Jacob," I say, walking out the door. I've got a weird feeling about letting him go free with that, but, I trust him. Now. Walking home, I hear whispers from my schoolmates.

"Where have you been?" A student says.

"What? Why do you care?" I ask him.

"Because, my dad, our principal, noticed your late streak," he says.

"Tell him I've got some excuses that will make him think twice about me," I say.

"What do you mean? You had like a virus or something?" He says.

"You don't know, do you?" I say.

"Know what?" He says. Good, I think that people are forgetting who I am.

"Nothing you should really know about. Knowing endangers your family, friends, their family and friends, and so-on and so-forth," I say. Wow. Being this Night Fury has made me skip school quite a bit.

"Welcome back, Shawn," the Band director says. I'm beginning to think that the school really has forgot about me.

"I think the school has forgotten about me," I say near the end of the day.

"That's good, right?" Allan says.

"Yes, Snotlout. That's good," Carla says. Later on in the period, I hear Carla's phone go off.

"Uh, Shawn. You, might want to read this," Carla says, handing me her phone. I look at the text and see that it's from a blocked number.

"Listen up, Shawn. I know who, and what, you are. Now, within the time you even start reading this message, I will have destroyed this phone and already on the way to your school. Don't you try run, or fly, away, because I have my men in a perimeter around the school, ready to shoot you down if you try to get away. Why don't I have them just barge in and shoot you now? Because I want to have the pleasure of doing it myself. So, either die at your school, in front of everyone, or just come with me peacefully and maybe, maybe, I'll let you live as my pet. Your choice, Night Fury," the message reads. Oh crap. I've got to notify the office, and the officials.

"Sorry, babe. But this phone has to go," I say.

"It's okay. I'm getting a new one tomorrow anyway," Carla says. Heading to the hallway, hidden by a corner, I plasma blast her phone, destroying it, and everything on the phone, which I might have needed later.

"Hey! I need you to be on alert. Anyone you see that isn't staff, put the school on code red lockdown. And also notify the police. No. Notify the army to have men come to this school, immediately," I tell the office people.

"Why? We just can't do that, Shawn," the front desk lady says.

"Because, I'm being head hunted by a man who broke out of prison. Notify them and just, please, do what I said," I say.

"How do you know you're being head hunted?" She says.

"May I use the computer?" I say.

"Sure?" I log on to an outside server on the school computer and, well, hack into Carla's phone data and memory, pulling up the text. "How do I know this isn't fake?" She says.

"Are you really? Did you not see what I did just to access Carla's phone files? What do you want me to do to prove it's real?" I say, irritated, noticing I've got the office's attention.

"Okay. We'll do that," she says.

"Do what?" The principal says.

"We need to be ready for a code red at any second. We also have to notify the army to have troops here," she says, having me get the computer back onto the school's server.

"Why?" He says.

"Were you not listening? I'm being head hunted by an escape prison convict who is on his way right now," I say.

"Oh. We'll get right to it. Thank you for telling us, Shawn. You may return to your class," the principal says.

"Attention. We are on a code yellow. Code yellow. This is not a drill. Prepare for code red," we hear over the intercom system.

"What do they mean by that?" Someone says.

"Code red. We are on a code red lockdown," we hear.

"he's here!" I say, sprinting for our room's code red area.

"What do you mean, Shawn?" A student says.

"I'm being head hunted. Hide me, now!" I say, curling up, trying not to hurt myself any more than I have.

"Wait a minute. Aren't you the-" a student starts to say.

"Stop! As of now, you don't know what I am. And you don't know who me, or the Night Fury, is," I say.

"Yes sir," my class says.

"Come on out, Shawn. You can't hide anymore. We have your little friend. Isn't that right, girl?" Lukas says.

Shawn! Don't listen to him! Don't worry about me, I'll be fine! Just stay hidden! Siare growls.

"Siare! They've got Siare! Those sneaky little-" I say, kinda growling, but only to stop myself before I say something.

"Shawn, you heard what Siare said. She's fine, stay hidden," Carla says.

"You're right," I say.

"This is the army! Come out with your hands up, and weapons on the ground!" We hear through a megaphone.

"A megaphone? Really?" I say, getting up.

"Shawn! Where do you think you're going? We're on code red!" My study hall teacher says.

"I'm going to go watch, in case Lukas harms Siare," I say.

"Siare?" The teacher says.

"That other Night Fury," I say. "How did he get her anyway?" I say, looking out the window.

"Step away from the dragon and put your gun down," an army personnel says.

"Shawn Johl! Get out here, and your little 'friend' doesn't get hurt," Lukas says.

"Don't do it Shawn! It's just a trap!" Carla says.

"I'm sorry. I love you," I say, heading to walk out the door, until I hear a pop! Then Shawn! Not even a second afterwards, more gunshots.

"Siare!" I say, running to the window, only to see Siare lying on the concrete while Lukas has fired back at the military. Walking to the other side of the room,

Be safe and stay hidden. I growl. Running out the door, I jump down the stairs and out the front door to confront Lukas.

"Hold your fire!" The lieutenant shouts.

"Ah, Shawn. Glad you could make it out here. But it seems a little too late," Lukas says.

Shawn. Siare groans. Pop! Siare's limp once more.

Siare! I roar, running to her side. You, monster! I roar.

"Shawn!"