How You Doing Insane Gang!

I hope you guys are getting a feel for Clyde Davidson, he is my OC so PM if wanting to use him as a character.

Disclaimer: I own Clyde Davidson and Brandr Michaelson.

The best way to think through a problem and clear his head was by taking a ride on his bike.

Maybe he'll check out the city itself more, they're hotel was on the edges of the city instead of the outer edges like the White Knight's house is.

His childhood hero has given up on racing, he doesn't know if he's too traumatized by what happened with Drago or he just lost passion in the sport he was gifted at.

From what Gobber told the group about the White Knight's last race was him and Drago were the top two contenders in the last leg of the Country Cup. This is the part that most disputed since no one witnessed it except Drago and Clyde Davidson themselves.

White Knight supporters theorized that Drago had a weapon with him and beat the White Knight with it until he was run off the road and crashed.

Drago supporters said that Drago got too close and intimidated him. This sent the White Knight crashing while Drago raced ahead. This is the version Drago always used until he retired and beyond.

Whatever the case was the conclusions were still the same; the White Knight lost his helmet and left his motorcycle lying in the dust as he was never seen again and Drago went on to win the Country Cup three years in a row.

After the White Knight disappeared Drago was arguably the best racer in the country and is considered an absolute legend.

Even from meeting Clyde for a brief moment he wasn't about to share anything from his racing past with them. He didn't have anything from his past successes visible in the parts of the house they saw. It's a mystery if he kept any memorabilia from his time on the track.

Seattle was four times a big as Berserk City. More tall buildings light up the pinkish orange sky. Hiccup had to admit it is a lovely sight.

He stopped in the side of the road to admire the setting sun, serval amateur motorcyclists passed him.

Taking into account their age, lack of helmets and loud ass bikes they were new racers.

Probably 17 with new licenses and finally enjoying the freedom of racing. They're real cocky at that age.

Hiccup could remember when Snotlout finally was able to race he would let shut up about it for weeks. He nearly blew it to the adults because he wanted to show off to everyone.

He pulled off from the side to follow them from a distance, the group ahead were talking loudly, it was a miracle that they could hear each other. By the way some revved their bikes they were excited.

Hiccup figured they were going to a race. He's never experienced city racing.

Sure he's heard of it and some say that's it's different than how they do it in the country where he's from.

The small city of Berserk doesn't really count, in Hiccup's opinion, regardless he still thinks the track they have is far superior and shows real racing. No tricks and gimmicks like city racing.

The young ones sped through some alleyways to take a dramatic turn into an abused parking garage.

The entrance wats are taped off with a no trespassing sign, there is only one spot in the corner big enough for a bike to squeeze through.

Hiccup continued to stay his distance, they traveled up the levels until getting to the fourth floor of the 6th floor building.

For the most part it was dark traveling up until the glow of artificial lights startled him.

If I'm the corner plugged into a generator were three industrial sized flood lights. It was able to illuminate most of the floor of at least where everyone was gathered.

The classic spray painted white line served as the starting point.

They're was little spectators but more racers than he's ever seen.

He stayed in the back with his helmet on, the groups were split into cliques. You had the popular racers, the thrill seekers...etc.

Despite the obvious separating gangs they all came together to congratulate one man who made his rounds with a large man behind him.

He had close darkly cropped hair and a smooth goatee, he was probably a good ten years old than Hiccup himself, the hulking man behind him was bald except for black mustache and a soul patch.

This man acted like a bodyguard more than anything, the resemblance between the two were slight.

While making his way, the smaller man some how caught his eye, regardless of his helmet he could feel that they were staring at each other.

Hiccup swore underneath his breath when the two were pushing there way past the crowd to get to him.

"Why hello there partner, I don't seem to recognize you and I know everyone." The smaller man greeted him.

The other grunted in agreement. "We don't take kindly to outside folk."

The smaller one placed an arm in front of the bodyguard to halt his movement.

"Hold on there Ryker, I'm sure only one person in this league has this one of a kind helmet...isn't that right...Night Fury?"

Ooh Viggo and Ryker are in this baby. Finally im excited to start the real plot of the story.

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