This is my first X-Men Ultimate, I hope you like it. If you do, review so I can make a sequel.
A Past Unknown
Mortimer Toynbee otherwise known as Toad, stood leaning against a bar table. Blob sat next to him rambling about something or another. Toad didn't know what, he just nodded and starred at his feet. The bar was full of drunken men and mutants, even if he actually wanted to listen to Blob, it be nearly impossible.
"So what do you think?" asked Blob, taking another drink of beer.
"I think where in a bar for drunken losers." said Toad, still not looking up from his feet, his british accent sounding out of place.
"Your right, not a girl in sight. . . . strike that." said Blob as the heavy bar door closed and whistles could be heard from almost all the guys in the bar.
Toad saw only a pair of womens high-heel boots pass by and sit next to him. He took a glance at her, at the exact time she did the same. He looked back at the ground a few seconds later. The girl was shorter than him, her hair spiraled from brown, to black, fading from crimson to bright red. Pale skin with a a maroon lipstick. She was wearing an assortment of leather; jacked, skirt, and half top. Penetrating ice blue eyes that held a world of pain behind them.
"Vodka on the rocks." said the girl, her voice was cold with a hint of sadness behind it.
It was a familiar voice, the hidden pain behind coldness. Much like his own. Then he heard another thing, her voice was accented, but faded. British like his own. He heard a tapping and noticed her black nails as they hit the counter. She looked like she was waiting or thinking about doing something.
"I. . . . remember you." she said quietly.
"Huh." he said snapping out of his trance.
"You used to hide behind the bush on the side, a tree sat above right over it." she said still looking straight a head.
"What are. . . ." he remembered the orphanage, the bush the tree.
"The girls was on the other side of that fence. They treated people the same way, taunting, teasing. . . . torturing." she now had his full attention, how did she know.
"How. . ."
"The tree, sitting there, to get away from the kids." she said with a small smile.
"Who are you?" he asked, slightly stuttering.
"Someone who died long ago. . . . it was nice seeing you again Mortimer." she said walking off towards the door.
Mortimer followed her, but as he reached the outside, she was gone. He heard a trash can fall over in the alley way. He looked in the alley, all he saw was a black cat, climbing up a fire escape. Blob came out of the bar.
"Who was she?" asked Blob.
"Just a person from something forgotten." he said, a small smile.
"Another question, are we going to see her again?"
"Yeah." said Mortimer as he reached the bar counter.
"Also, how do you know?" asked Blob.
"I'm just guessing." he said looking at the card she had been taping and had slide by him.
It was simple white plastic with a black paw print on it.
END
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