Hiccup's POV

"Aahhhh!" I screamed with all my power. "What is your weakness Viking?!" Pitch had me locked up in a room chained to this what I think was a table who knows. Tears were welling up in my eyes from the pain I was facing. "Why would I tell you?" I cried fighting back the tears which almost fell.

I've been locked in this room now for a least good few hours and he was still torturing me. My body was weak and I couldn't move very well. My eyes were closing shut until he used his dark magic to create more pain flowing through my veins. I screamed and screamed but the pain kept coming and coming. "Make it stop, make it stop!" I begged.

"Not until you give me the answers I desire dear Hiccup," and again the pain came. Once the pain stopped my head crashed against the surface of the table. Everything was a blur to me and I couldn't get a hold of my surroundings. I felt lost and alone. "Sir, Alvin says you need to stop before you kill the lad, then you won't be able to get what you wish out of him." I heard a faint murmur. I think I heard Pitch say something but I wasn't paying much attention.

I felt the chains release from my grasp and being lifted into the arms of one of the Outcast and was taken back to my cell. I thought I was free from the chains but they replaced them with the ones I had on earlier. I was laid softly on the bed while they left and locked the cell door.

Now I was fully alone, before I got lost in the darkness I whispered "Jack...."

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