A/N: This is my very first story. So, I'm a newbie!

Um, just wanted to say, this story is a ToadxOc.

Obviously.

Erm, well, I hope you all enjoy it, and please review.

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Even The Freaks Need Love

Chapter One: Life Of Emroy Hewitt And The... TRAITOR!

Is it really easy to resent the person you love? Or hate that person? Even if they're trying to kill you? Naturally, it is. It's painful because you love them and you want to make them happy, even if it means giving up your body to science. For a cure. It was hard at first, but the more I thought about his feelings, and the heartache he must be going through. I knew in my heart I just had to do it. Besides, I was a mutant. There really was no life for me anymore. I was a freak. Something that should not have been created. A mistake.

But even mistakes have feelings. No matter how disorientated they may be, I still had them. I was caught between a rock and a hard place. The love of my life wanted me dead, the "brotherhood" was after me, X-high couldn't help me...I was doomed to a life of misery. The normal agony and rage I usually felt were replaced with a feeling of... sadness.

I knew it was because I didn't know what to do. To kill the one who wanted to use my body as a test or to surrender myself to Magneto. There was no hope for me with the X-men. That was clearly stated. I was basically the "freak among freaks"; but even the freakiest of freaks need love. I just happened to find mine with another freak much like myself, his name was Toad. The only problem was... I had a ex-boyfriend who wanted me dead and an evil personality who wanted him dead.

So much for my "happily ever after".

The sun shone bright over the neighbourhood of my big-little home in Dallas, Texas. The sun was always bright. I never really minded the sun. It was the scorching heat that got to me. The way that no matter if you stayed in the shade, the heat would get to you. Although, there was a bright side of the... hot side? -How cliche- That got to me. The space.

You see, Dallas may be heavily populated, but there were some empty places. Those placed allowed me to use my "abnormality". If you think along the lines of Jasper Hale from Twilight, I have his "powers". Now, just add that to the Grim Reaper.

I had to grin. It was the only way I would keep myself from the hurtful truth. I was a freak. I was weird. I was... Emroy Hewitt. Your "friendly neighbourhood freak of nature". Ta-da! I usually wasn't this sarcastic in the morning. Must be something in the water.

I lazily rolled out of bed, ignoring the scream of protest from my achy muscles. I hadn't had a nap like that in along time. I yawned. School was overbaring.

"Emroy! C'mon down, darlin'! I made you some muffins," my "mother" yelled from the kitchen.

Yum, yum.

Some one better call the police for the radioactive scientist. My "mother" was never a good cook. Okay, well. I'm being a little too modest. She can't cook at all. Seriously, she makes cow-dung seem more appetizing. Of course, I would never tell her that. She put up with me and all my freakish mutation.

Daisey Hewitt wasn't my mother. She was simply just... my foster mother. Have you ever read Chasing Yesterday? If not, it's pretty much about this girl who had no memory about anything. This woman claimed to be her mother --who really wasn't-- and tried to kill her. Good book. But, Daisey would never try to kill me. Unless she secretly trying to poison me.

I walked down stairs, forgetting the "get dressed" rule. I loved the kitchen in our house. It was so... peaceful? I wonder if all mutants are as hungry as I am...

"Emroy! I though' I told you no food until your dressed!", Daisey said, shaking her head.

I ignored her -like always- and continues my dominated attack on the poor, defenceless wheat and chocolate chips. I scarfed the muffin in my mouth. I usually always eat like a pig.

"Your gonna end up chokin'," Daisey muttered, taking a sip of beer.

I swallowed, "why do you drink?"

"Somethin' to do." Daisey replied.

I blinked, "I heard that beer stung your throat."

Daisey shook her head, a disbelieving expression on her face. "No."

"Why do you drink?", I asked, leaning forward, reaching for the orange juice.

"Makes you forget things." She replied.

I frowned. Daisey got up. "Maybe I should start drinking to Forget things." (1)

I would never drink, though. I wasn't straight edge; I was only seventeen. I finished eating everything I could see, and walked up the mahagony stairs to my room. My precious, little blue room. I needed to get dressed before I went to go see Aiden. I grinned. Aiden was my boyfriend. My HUMAN boyfriend who didn't know I was a mutant-- I was going to keep it that way.

It sucked because I couldn't kiss him without taking his soul. Think the Demeter's from Harry Potter. I have the "Kiss of death".

I dressed in a simple pair of tan pants and a white shirt. I threw my annoyingly wavy blond hair into a tie. I applied some eyeliner, and grabbed my white converse. I sprayed some "strawberry and Cinnamon" body mist on me before I walked out of my room.

I stopped on the top stair, listening to my mother and some people conversing about... me? Curiosity bit at my, until I found myself laying on my stomach looking out at them. There was a white haired woman talking to my mother, and a rough looking man next to her.

I wondered if they were here because of the "cure" that didn't work. I leaned in. The rough looking man looked at me, a smirk playing at his lips. My eyes widen as the words that slowly left my mother's mouth. The words that made my heart break in two non-fixable pieces.

"I-I guess the institute will be good for her."

That traitor!

Unu (Romanian for "one"). That conversation between Emroy and Daisey was based on a real conversation my mother and I had.

Yay, that chappie is complete!

Onward to the next one!

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