ToadOC.
breaking promises can rip people up more than one realizes.
first real story. (: hopefully there will be many parts. but you gotta give me time.
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DISCLAIMER!; xmen is not mine, even if i wish it was.
When I was a kid, I thought pinky swears were the one contract that couldn't be broken.
Boy was I wrong.
I should probably tell you my name.
Dresden.
Just Dresden; no last name, no middle name, no "code name".
I live up in New Jersey, but I was born in England and spent my childhood years there. I had this friend. He was the only friend I had at the time and the only friend I wanted. His name was Mortimer Toynbee. He was a different kind of boy. The color of his skin and the difference between his eyes and everyone else's was a straight give-away. He was a mutant, and I could care less. He was kind to me, and I was kind in return.
We spent every moment we could together in that old orphanage. Times were beginning to change. Nothing was easy. Well nothing really was in the first place, but when I found out I was a mutant too, hell broke loose for me and Morty, worse than ever.
"Freak!"
A word we heard everyday.
It's not our fault, we didn't choose to be born with this mutant gene. I find it kind of cool actually, being able to shock people without having to walk around a carpet scrubbing my feet on the floor. You see, I have the power of electricity. I also have this sort of power that makes me... a zombie in a way. I can't die. If my limbs are amputated for long enough, they grow back. I don't know why. But I was blessed with more than one gift. And I find it radical.
Mort on the other hand, he hates his mutation. 20 foot long tongue, able to spit slime, eyes that only I find amazing I guess, and green skin. Also the fact that he can jump super high and climb ceilings and walls. I will never take a shower without checking the whole room first, including the vents. Damn pervert.
I still love him to death.
But not in that way. At least, I don't think I love him that way..
Anyways, I get called a freak because of my insanely yellow right eye and creepy bright light blue left eye. And my hair kind of turned blue. Well, it's still got some black, but mostly blue streaks everywhere. Plus I'm deathly pale. Some woman on the street thought I was dying, tried to take me to the hospital. Until she saw my eyes.
Humans.
They don't give a damn.
Once they know you're a mutant, you're trash.
Worthless trash.
Well, getting back to the pinky swearing.
He promised he'd always be there. Well, he lied. We had run away from the orphanage, and began living in an abandoned apartment building. I came back one day from trying to jack us some food, and I found a note on the ground that said one word.
"Sorry."
I shattered.
I was all alone, no one in their right minds would help a mutant, especially a "street rat" mutant.
He left me for dead, even if he didn't realize it.
But I soon found out I couldn't die.
One day I was at the train station. It was a busy day, busier than usual. I was in my usual attire; ripped up black skinny jeans, yellow tights, a black hoodie twice my hoodie-size, a black beanie with a lightning bolt coming from a cloud sewn into it (courtesy of me), black fingerless gloves, plain black baby tee, and a pair of worn out chuck taylors.
Yep, that's me.
Anyways, busy busy busy day. I got shoved. Onto the train tracks. Oncoming train approaching.
Smash.
Woke up ten minutes later getting blinded by camera flashes. My left arm was about 3 feet away, and my leg was twisted in a way I didn't think possible. But it didn't hurt. Nothing did. I didn't even feel the collision. So I grabbed my arm and walked to my abandoned apartment.
I had to get out of England, and soon. I would be hunted down and tested on by these…people.
Took me ages to find the dock. I hijacked a boat and got my ass out of Europe the next day, body parts intact and functioning properly.