Summary: Takes place after the sequel. The brotherhood is back and has even more reasons to hate mankind. But while an important decision lye's in the hands of an open-minded senator. His daughter meets our favorite amphibian man and a friendship occurs...or is it more than friendship? (Features Toad/OC)
Disclaimer: I'm so freaken poor I can barely afford this computer. What makes you people think I could even possibly own anything...oh wait I own the Johnson family...hehehe...my bad.
Please review! For the love of Ray Park people come on!!!!
The lady newscaster shifted uncomfortably as if she knew something her viewers didn't. She stiffened her expression however and allowed her eyes to become unreadable to her emotions. But even as she continued along with her story the sadness in her voice could not be hidden.
"Although scientists and researchers claim that the potential virus is not lethal to the average human being, the side effects are and could be extremely dangerous if the unfortunate situation occurred where a human was exposed to the disease. For mutants however if indeed infected with this disease it would only kill them within a matter of hours. Is this totally correct doctor?" She swallowed hard and looked to the small man to her right as she held the microphone out to him.
"Well yes Linda, In fact that is the particular case. But we have to remember that this summum is only for the most dangerous of situations involving mutants, we have to remind ourselves that this virus will absolutely not be absolved by any human being. And it's not as though this will be available on a shelf at every drug store for any person to simply buy for precaution's sake." He said with a certain smugness that clearly expressed he enjoying the idea of being on t.v.
"This product will only be available for government officials, and the only reason for the necessity of this invention is for the protection of the public..."
However that was the last sentence the annoying man could propose before the screen of the t.v. Shattered into hundreds of pieces by a small, enraged, green fist. As the pieces of the television fell to the floor the owner of the fist sighed and looked down at his abnormal hand. Blood covered his already sore knuckles, but he barely noticed it compared to his heaving breath. Before he had time to examine his hand further however he was interrupted by a tall, blue skinned beauty who rolled her eyes at his latest tantrum.
"You know that's not exactly the most mature approach..." She said calmly while silently folding her arms over her chest.
"They'll kill us all if we don't do something..." He said in barely a whisper looking at the stained tile that lied beneath his feet.
"Don't worry." She said simply walking over and grabbing his shoulders.
He turned to meet her cold yellow eyes. "We will." Her smirk grew at his confusion. "Meet the rest of us in the board room in ten minutes." She said silkily walking out of the room. But she stopped momentarily to hang lazily on the doorway.
"We have plans to discuss..." But before he could lift his head to reply she had already gone, leaving him to watch as the tile became even more discolored as proof of his loss of control.
"Rubbish!" Exclaimed Robert Jackson as he violently turned off the television. "How can some of these people actually believe that there won't be a mistake made?" He asked angrily to no one in particular. His wife however answered even though she knew he hadn't really expected her to.
"Because they don't know any better?" She asked with slight amusement in her voice at her husband's attitude.
Robert sighed and slowly got up from the recliner he had been sitting on. "You know Sarah...this is just becoming so out of hand I'm unsure of what I should believe in anymore." He walked into the kitchen where his patient wife was silently preparing dinner. He grabbed himself a chair at the small breakfast nook he had built for this wife for their following anniversary. He smiled at the memory but the thought of obligation came back to him in full force. His brow wrinkled at the decision that lied in front of him. There was so much to consider, and the fact was with every day he changed his mind. As a state official he knew he had an obligation to the people. But what did that mean? Either way there was no escaping the fact that with either way the vote went...people were going to get hurt. He sighed and closed his hands around his forehead.
His wife noticing his uneasiness smiled slowly and wiped her hand on a nearby dishtowel only to be placed moments later on her husband's shoulders, and rested her head onto his. Noticing her natural scent he looked up slowly and smiled.
"I honestly can't even imagine how much pressure you must be under right now. Things are incredibly hecktic. Just know that no matter what happens, you have a family that loves you deeply and trusts you to make a sensible decision." She sat on the chair beside him.
"I know that, Eva knows that..." But Mrs. Jackson's encouraging words were interrupted by the family dog Bruno running through the kitchen clearly eager to be greeted by the authorities of the house.
"And Bruno knows that too." Said Mrs. Jackson although she was barely understandable through her laugher. And through the pleasant sound her husband couldn't help but join her in watch the overgrown puppy tug considently at his shoes.
Eva Johnson rolled over in her queen sized bed. And yawning sleepily she arose with a small smile coming to her face at the sound of her parents laugher downstairs. Yet when she looked at the clock she instead rolled her eyes in frustration. Didn't they say they would let her sleep for an hour or so before dinner? Pulling some all-nighters to study for her midterms had left her drained and she desperately needed some "quiet time" before she got anything else accomplished. Nevertheless she through the cotton sheets over the side and slowly made her way to the bathroom. Maybe it was a good thing she was up earlier than planed. After all it gave her more time to get ready for her girl's night out she had planned later on.
She turned the shower radio on low and started the hot water of the shower. Quickly giving herself the once over in the mirror she raised an eye brow. OK so she wasn't exactly the prettiest person when she first woke up but she would work on it. She widened her large emerald eyes with her index finger. One of the prettier traits she inhered from her mother. Then he imitated pulling her sandy hair over in a bun. No. Too...adult? She shook it out and proceeded to get undressed and into the shower. The scolding water quickly brought her senses back in full force and allowed her compose new ideas for her unruly hair.
Less than an hour later Eva sat on her large concrete steps in the front of her house. And looking at her watch she immediately observed that her ride was late once again. She sighed impatiently and sat up, glancing at the place she had known as her home, she smiled at the ivy the covered her bedroom window on the older Victorian home. The black shutters against the pale cream colored siding reminded her of the ultimate contrast. She folded her arms across her chest as a sudden breeze greeted her. Winter was well on it's way, which was why she was probably now very grateful for the snug faded-out jean jacket her mother had thrown at her on her way out.
"It's cold out there." Had said her mother knowingly Eva had at first protested but knowing her mother nothing good would ever come out of it. Her mother was just as stubborn as she and with the particular drama surrounding her father lately Eva knew there was no way she would win anything. She said something sarcastic under her breath and proceeded to say good-bye to her father before going out to the movies for the evening with her friends.
"Dad?" She asked knocking on her solid oak door that led to his study. She heard something that sounded like "Come in" so she cautiously entered. And she was of course greeted with the usual sight of her father buried up to his eyes in paperwork, and phone glued to his ear. He smiled at his daughter's entrance and held up his finger to single that he would be with her in a minute. Eva didn't even flinch (she knew the routine thoroughly). That had how it always been, her father was a busy man. She understood that but sometimes there was a pang of sadness in her heart for him, his job had not been kind to him and had clearly stolen years of his appearance. Where there was once a full head of black hair now reviled a gray, receding hair line that was followed with several wrinkles on his over largely forehead.
Eva made her way over to the shelves he had lined up against the walls. Mostly they were covered with pictures of her and her mom. And Eva even spotted a few of her brother, who was now well into his twenties. Nearly ten years older than Eva since her recent 17th birthday. Eva's smile dropped dramatically when she thought of their fallout several months ago. Her father and older brother Colin had actually been rather close in recent years but since the Mutant registration act bill was averted in her father's hands their differences simply got the better of them.
Colin's best friend who had been killed during a bar fight with a mutant was against giving mutants any freedoms of any kind. Somehow before he died he had sucked Colin into the same notion and therefore started a large and dramatic war with her father. Who was unsure how he felt about the whole matter. Eva turned her head away painfully, now her brother was off somewhere organizing anti-mutant protests and insisting they all be destroyed...
"Eva? Hello are you there sweety?" Asked her father as he waved his hand in front of her face.
"Huh? Oh yeah, sorry just wanted to let you know that Jainy will been her soon to give me a ride to the movies."
"OK, just make sure your back by curfew."
"Yeah, gotta ya." Said Eva with a shaky voice. She turned and nearly made it to the door before her father caught up with her.
"Hey honey...you OK?"
"Yeah dad fine." She replied with a fake smile. "Just still a little sleepy you know?"
He sighed as though he too was tired. "Look Eva, I know things have been a little crazy lately but the final vote is at the end of the month." He smiled sadly. "Things will calm down then I promise."
"I know Dad. Don't worry about me...honestly...just tired."
"OK honey." He said kissing her forehead.
Eva silently walked outside. And waited for her friend to arrive.
She really needed to get out of the house. And her wish was granted moments later when she heard an obnoxious voice floating to her ears. Yet instead of feeling conforted by the voice, an eerie feeling caught her. But just as quickly as it was there it was gone. Leaving her to believe that she really was becoming paranoid.
"Come on girl! We're gonna have some fun tonight!" Eva smiled as she entered the small car already filled with way too many people. What she didn't see was a small human figure: watching her closely... blending in to the surroundings of the ivy and the incoming night.
Chapter 2 coming soon as long as I get some reviews!!!
Geez...I wonder who could possibly be watching her...and why?!?! The evil plot to be reviled soon...!
Disclaimer: I'm so freaken poor I can barely afford this computer. What makes you people think I could even possibly own anything...oh wait I own the Johnson family...hehehe...my bad.
Please review! For the love of Ray Park people come on!!!!
The lady newscaster shifted uncomfortably as if she knew something her viewers didn't. She stiffened her expression however and allowed her eyes to become unreadable to her emotions. But even as she continued along with her story the sadness in her voice could not be hidden.
"Although scientists and researchers claim that the potential virus is not lethal to the average human being, the side effects are and could be extremely dangerous if the unfortunate situation occurred where a human was exposed to the disease. For mutants however if indeed infected with this disease it would only kill them within a matter of hours. Is this totally correct doctor?" She swallowed hard and looked to the small man to her right as she held the microphone out to him.
"Well yes Linda, In fact that is the particular case. But we have to remember that this summum is only for the most dangerous of situations involving mutants, we have to remind ourselves that this virus will absolutely not be absolved by any human being. And it's not as though this will be available on a shelf at every drug store for any person to simply buy for precaution's sake." He said with a certain smugness that clearly expressed he enjoying the idea of being on t.v.
"This product will only be available for government officials, and the only reason for the necessity of this invention is for the protection of the public..."
However that was the last sentence the annoying man could propose before the screen of the t.v. Shattered into hundreds of pieces by a small, enraged, green fist. As the pieces of the television fell to the floor the owner of the fist sighed and looked down at his abnormal hand. Blood covered his already sore knuckles, but he barely noticed it compared to his heaving breath. Before he had time to examine his hand further however he was interrupted by a tall, blue skinned beauty who rolled her eyes at his latest tantrum.
"You know that's not exactly the most mature approach..." She said calmly while silently folding her arms over her chest.
"They'll kill us all if we don't do something..." He said in barely a whisper looking at the stained tile that lied beneath his feet.
"Don't worry." She said simply walking over and grabbing his shoulders.
He turned to meet her cold yellow eyes. "We will." Her smirk grew at his confusion. "Meet the rest of us in the board room in ten minutes." She said silkily walking out of the room. But she stopped momentarily to hang lazily on the doorway.
"We have plans to discuss..." But before he could lift his head to reply she had already gone, leaving him to watch as the tile became even more discolored as proof of his loss of control.
"Rubbish!" Exclaimed Robert Jackson as he violently turned off the television. "How can some of these people actually believe that there won't be a mistake made?" He asked angrily to no one in particular. His wife however answered even though she knew he hadn't really expected her to.
"Because they don't know any better?" She asked with slight amusement in her voice at her husband's attitude.
Robert sighed and slowly got up from the recliner he had been sitting on. "You know Sarah...this is just becoming so out of hand I'm unsure of what I should believe in anymore." He walked into the kitchen where his patient wife was silently preparing dinner. He grabbed himself a chair at the small breakfast nook he had built for this wife for their following anniversary. He smiled at the memory but the thought of obligation came back to him in full force. His brow wrinkled at the decision that lied in front of him. There was so much to consider, and the fact was with every day he changed his mind. As a state official he knew he had an obligation to the people. But what did that mean? Either way there was no escaping the fact that with either way the vote went...people were going to get hurt. He sighed and closed his hands around his forehead.
His wife noticing his uneasiness smiled slowly and wiped her hand on a nearby dishtowel only to be placed moments later on her husband's shoulders, and rested her head onto his. Noticing her natural scent he looked up slowly and smiled.
"I honestly can't even imagine how much pressure you must be under right now. Things are incredibly hecktic. Just know that no matter what happens, you have a family that loves you deeply and trusts you to make a sensible decision." She sat on the chair beside him.
"I know that, Eva knows that..." But Mrs. Jackson's encouraging words were interrupted by the family dog Bruno running through the kitchen clearly eager to be greeted by the authorities of the house.
"And Bruno knows that too." Said Mrs. Jackson although she was barely understandable through her laugher. And through the pleasant sound her husband couldn't help but join her in watch the overgrown puppy tug considently at his shoes.
Eva Johnson rolled over in her queen sized bed. And yawning sleepily she arose with a small smile coming to her face at the sound of her parents laugher downstairs. Yet when she looked at the clock she instead rolled her eyes in frustration. Didn't they say they would let her sleep for an hour or so before dinner? Pulling some all-nighters to study for her midterms had left her drained and she desperately needed some "quiet time" before she got anything else accomplished. Nevertheless she through the cotton sheets over the side and slowly made her way to the bathroom. Maybe it was a good thing she was up earlier than planed. After all it gave her more time to get ready for her girl's night out she had planned later on.
She turned the shower radio on low and started the hot water of the shower. Quickly giving herself the once over in the mirror she raised an eye brow. OK so she wasn't exactly the prettiest person when she first woke up but she would work on it. She widened her large emerald eyes with her index finger. One of the prettier traits she inhered from her mother. Then he imitated pulling her sandy hair over in a bun. No. Too...adult? She shook it out and proceeded to get undressed and into the shower. The scolding water quickly brought her senses back in full force and allowed her compose new ideas for her unruly hair.
Less than an hour later Eva sat on her large concrete steps in the front of her house. And looking at her watch she immediately observed that her ride was late once again. She sighed impatiently and sat up, glancing at the place she had known as her home, she smiled at the ivy the covered her bedroom window on the older Victorian home. The black shutters against the pale cream colored siding reminded her of the ultimate contrast. She folded her arms across her chest as a sudden breeze greeted her. Winter was well on it's way, which was why she was probably now very grateful for the snug faded-out jean jacket her mother had thrown at her on her way out.
"It's cold out there." Had said her mother knowingly Eva had at first protested but knowing her mother nothing good would ever come out of it. Her mother was just as stubborn as she and with the particular drama surrounding her father lately Eva knew there was no way she would win anything. She said something sarcastic under her breath and proceeded to say good-bye to her father before going out to the movies for the evening with her friends.
"Dad?" She asked knocking on her solid oak door that led to his study. She heard something that sounded like "Come in" so she cautiously entered. And she was of course greeted with the usual sight of her father buried up to his eyes in paperwork, and phone glued to his ear. He smiled at his daughter's entrance and held up his finger to single that he would be with her in a minute. Eva didn't even flinch (she knew the routine thoroughly). That had how it always been, her father was a busy man. She understood that but sometimes there was a pang of sadness in her heart for him, his job had not been kind to him and had clearly stolen years of his appearance. Where there was once a full head of black hair now reviled a gray, receding hair line that was followed with several wrinkles on his over largely forehead.
Eva made her way over to the shelves he had lined up against the walls. Mostly they were covered with pictures of her and her mom. And Eva even spotted a few of her brother, who was now well into his twenties. Nearly ten years older than Eva since her recent 17th birthday. Eva's smile dropped dramatically when she thought of their fallout several months ago. Her father and older brother Colin had actually been rather close in recent years but since the Mutant registration act bill was averted in her father's hands their differences simply got the better of them.
Colin's best friend who had been killed during a bar fight with a mutant was against giving mutants any freedoms of any kind. Somehow before he died he had sucked Colin into the same notion and therefore started a large and dramatic war with her father. Who was unsure how he felt about the whole matter. Eva turned her head away painfully, now her brother was off somewhere organizing anti-mutant protests and insisting they all be destroyed...
"Eva? Hello are you there sweety?" Asked her father as he waved his hand in front of her face.
"Huh? Oh yeah, sorry just wanted to let you know that Jainy will been her soon to give me a ride to the movies."
"OK, just make sure your back by curfew."
"Yeah, gotta ya." Said Eva with a shaky voice. She turned and nearly made it to the door before her father caught up with her.
"Hey honey...you OK?"
"Yeah dad fine." She replied with a fake smile. "Just still a little sleepy you know?"
He sighed as though he too was tired. "Look Eva, I know things have been a little crazy lately but the final vote is at the end of the month." He smiled sadly. "Things will calm down then I promise."
"I know Dad. Don't worry about me...honestly...just tired."
"OK honey." He said kissing her forehead.
Eva silently walked outside. And waited for her friend to arrive.
She really needed to get out of the house. And her wish was granted moments later when she heard an obnoxious voice floating to her ears. Yet instead of feeling conforted by the voice, an eerie feeling caught her. But just as quickly as it was there it was gone. Leaving her to believe that she really was becoming paranoid.
"Come on girl! We're gonna have some fun tonight!" Eva smiled as she entered the small car already filled with way too many people. What she didn't see was a small human figure: watching her closely... blending in to the surroundings of the ivy and the incoming night.
Chapter 2 coming soon as long as I get some reviews!!!
Geez...I wonder who could possibly be watching her...and why?!?! The evil plot to be reviled soon...!