Helen ran across the highway and went into an alleyway to hide from the scumbags shooting at her. Quickly, she jumped into the alleyway dumpster and layed still to let the smell of dirty trash, from the sewers, overpower her own scent, that the scumbag dogs picked up on her over time from when she was running from them. "How is this possible? The trail stops here?" The leader asks incredulously surprised by the outcome as the dogs could only find the scent stopping in the middle of the alleyway.

"We are dealing with a professional, and very smart, street rat," said one of the lackey's.

"Drago wants that street rat alive because of that stupid information she carries that is, apparently, important to the government. He'll have our heads for letting her slip by us again," the leader said in a snappy tone before barking out, "Search the town! That street rat does not leave this town!"

The young 18 year old waited until she heard them all leave and decided to wait a while longer just in case if a few lagers decided to stick around to see if she was still there. After a few minutes of silence, she sighed in relief and peeked over the top of the dumpster to see that two goons have been left behind. Smirking, cause she easily can take on more than two alone, Helen grabbed a piece of a tin can and threw it to a corner in the alleyway. This caused both men to become distracted long enough for Helen to jump out and kick down one before punching the other one unconscious. With both men down, Helen went to the dumpster and grabbed her bag before heading out into town. She pulled out her black hoodie, with a red skull on the back of it, hoodie and was prepared to put it on when she felt a searing pain in her side.

She looked to see that one of the goons had shot her in the side and she was bleeding pretty badly (with feeling the effects of adrenaline fade away).  "Great," Helen muttered to herself with a bit of annoyance and anger within it.

There was no way she could to the hospital because that would alert the FBI as well as the government and the CSI. A furry head poked it's way out of her backpack to reveal her favorite pet cat Toothless, who she took in three years ago, when finding the young cat as a kitten abandoned in a cardboard box to be given away for free. Helen opened her heart to the young cat and fed it milk, from the cartons she stole from the grocery store, as well as the food she would occasionally steal for herself as well, helping the young cat to grow into what he is today. A young black male feline companion. Anyway, Toothless looked at the wound and licked his chops reminding Helen that she would need to get them both food for later. Sighing, Helen applied pressure to her wound and tried to stop it from bleeding any more than it already is.

This just caused more pain making Helen grimace and grunt a little softly in pain. Toothless looked at Helen's face before meowing and giving a look that says, 'You know there is someone who can help you.'

"Oh no Toothless. (Looks around before walking into the nearest alleyway between two abandoned buildings and continuing her conversation with her cat) I swore never to go back to that place after what they did to me," Helen said remembering those horrible memories of her hometown being mean and rude to her, bullying her mentally and physically, and her own father was ignoring her as well to the point he thought she didn't exist.

Toothless just gave his companion another look that said, 'What other choice do you have?'

"Hmm let's see. Either go back to the town that made my life hell or go to a hospital to get caught by the FBI and tortured for the information I have stored away on a secret drive hidden away in my pack," Helen said to herself, weighing her own options before saying, "Let's go Toothless. We are escaping this town once more and heading back home."

Toothless popped his head back into the old pack, as Helen tied the arms of her sweater around herself tightly to stop the pressure, and allow herself time to escape, and head home. She then grabbed her pack, one of the few things she still had for five years after she left home, before looking out of the alleyway to see if any of Drago's goons were still around. Seeing that it was clear, Helen began walking with the crowd, blending in within them with her long green sleeved shirt, with a short brown right shoulder vest over it, brown armbands on both arms, black hoodie tied over her waist, brown pants, brown toe heel boots, and her long little-past-shoulder-length auburn hair loose and blew within the wind. Her ivory skin, on her face, had a few scars but people would just think of them as scabs and not think of them as knive scratches on her right cheekbone, in the middle of the chin, and across her third finger on her right hand. (She still has her finger it was just deep enough to leave a scar). The rest of the scars on her body was from torture that Drago's goons inflicted on her to get that information out of her and to decrypt the drive to let Drago have it.

Her forest green eyes observed everyone's move until she came upon the right alleyway, that would take her safely out of the city and away from Drago, Ryker, Kronan, and Viggo. She went into the alleyway very discreetly and lifted the sewer lid, with great difficulty due to the wound, before jumping into the sewer quickly, allowing the lid to slam onto the opening with a loud clang causing some people passing by to jump in fear before settling themselves down when they saw nothing out of the ordinary. Breathing in and out laboringly, due to the wound once more, Helen began walking down the sewer, not even once bothered by the smell at all, as she had gotten used to it by using it so many times as an escape plan, towards a certain ladder that would lead up to a place outside of town but getting there would take some time. 'Which is what I may not have,' Helen thought to herself knowing that one of Drago's goons would have probably heard that clang and it won't be long before they all come into the sewers to find her. If not one of them then maybe even their leader, Eret son of Eret, her sworn enemy who often puts her to the test of her own smarts.

Shaking her thoughts of the negatives, Helen continued forward to her destination for a long while with the agony and pain of her gunshot wound. Soon, she came upon the ladder and leaned on it, breathing heavily in agony and pain, to gain back some strength. She then took a deep breath in before letting it out and looked up to see her destination layed up above the sewer lid mechanism. Gritting her teeth, Helen began to climb up to the top of the ladder with all of the strength she had left and typed in the keypad to open the door. Once done, she watched as sunlight poured through as the doors mechanism enabled it to split in half and pull backwards opening the way out. Smirking, cause she still got it, Helen pulled herself up into the open before standing and stomped on the pad that closed the door mechanism, as well as locking it in place, unless the right code is placed in.

With an evil smile, Helen headed on her way to Berk by foot. Learning that mechanism code took Helen over five weeks to know. "For Drago's goons, it'll take them five years to learn it. It is pretty long," Helen said with a laugh before stopping and clutching her wound in pain.

Gritting her teeth once more she walked on to where she always had her hidden cashe of weapons. It was usually not a good idea to walk around the city armed with knives, arrows, guns, and a bow. Not if you want to blend in with the community. Placing her cache of arrows over her left shoulder, she could see that the squirrels haven't been in her packet due to the brown and black round leather pouch not having any holes in it and the tan leather string not having any rips in it. She placed on her silver and black handle knives within her armbands and her boots, then placed her guns around her upper legs with their black leather pouches holding her silver and black guns, and she finally picked up her long dark wooden brown bow and was using it to keep herself upright like a staff.

Now she began her journey to her home to get some healing from the one person who treated her like family and taught her many things like on survival and how to fix and learn mechanisms. If it was not for him, Helen would not have been able to graduate from high school at sixteen and graduate from college at seventeen. She would never have figured out how to use a bow and arrow, a gun, nor how to use a knife nor would she have been able to survive on the streets. Helen owed a lot to this man and it seems like she would need to owe him once more to help her survive this wound within her because if she didn't go to him right now, then she will likely die from blood loss. Lucky for her, this guy already knows a lot about healing since he went to the military and she wouldn't need to go to the hospital.

It was clear that Helen was heading to Berk to seek help from the mechanic, and military veteran, Gobber the Belch.

Hey guys, a female version of my favorite story Trouble - A HTTYD has been on my mind for sometime and I wanted to do a badass female fighter Hiccup without powers for a while now. She will be played by Emilia Clarke from Terminator Genesis because she is a powerful fighter training her whole life to fight robots from the future. Also, this book, as well as the movie, is rated PG-13. Hope you all love it like I do. Shayelee8 Out! Peace!