GREEN POLITICS
UPDATE: Fixed spelling errors and also the "-symbol to indicate conversation (as per requested).
Pictures accompanying the story can now be found on my deviantart account 'theslowpoke'.
Link to a fancy 'Green Politics' folder (remove the ~): theslowpoke~.~deviantart.~com~/~gallery/40786073
Disclaimer: Don't own anything.
Authors note: I started writing this story in late 2010. And I'm posting it now because I'm – two years later – finally finished. I've had the plot completely planned for at least one year, but I'm such an occasional writer. I'm rating this story T because there is some mature content but it's not very graphic. I have been using the f-word occasionally and I'm not that good with the rating system so if I ought to up it to M because of the cuss words please let me know!
I should also go out with a warning about chapter 11 (#10,"Jungle Boogie"), which it has been pointed out to me perhaps has a tad more sexual content than a story with a T should, though in my eyes it's not graphic enough for M. There will be another warning at the start of that chapter.
Toad is based mostly on the performance of Ray Park in the first X-movie.
Prologue
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Cleaning up
The water was turned on, taps squeaking in protest, and the drops made a pattering sound as they hit the cold tile floor.
She stepped in quickly so that she wouldn't hesitate.
When the steaming hot water hit her back she inhaled sharply. She didn't move though, just stood there, ignoring the pain until her skin became used to the heat. She caught a glimpse of the water running down the drain, after that she completely stopped looking down. It had been colored red by her blood.
A couple of minutes later, when the water was no longer burning, it felt cleansing, washing away not only her filth. She started rubbing herself with soap as she let her mind work, and scrubbed every inch with determination. She already felt like she had gotten rid of her doubt, she knew what she had to do. She'd known for a long time, come to think of it. She just didn't want to do it.
When she'd lathered every part of her body something around seven or eight times she was out of soap, so she limped out of the shower, grabbing a towel off the rack. She was heading out of the bathroom, but came to a halt in front of the mirror. She truly and utterly looked like shit. Her upper lip had swollen to almost twice its size, and her right cheekbone was bruised, making her flinch when she touched it. Perhaps there was a crack in it. Blonde hair lay plastered along her cheeks, looking much darker now than when it was dry. At least she'd gotten the most of the blood out of it. There had come a ridiculous amount of blood once her lip split.
She'd never really gotten a good beating before - in spite of her occupation - and it was almost fascinating. The marks she now had to prove what she'd been through. On impulse she decided not to take a pain pill; the aching would do her good.
She sighed and left the bathroom. All the way to her bedroom she was whispering to herself, over and over;
"I'm clean now. I'm clean now."