This Story takes place after Pietro had just joined the Brotherhood.
~Elf
~~~~~~Fifteen Toads
Fifteen Toads on the Dead Man's Chest
Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!
Drink and Pietro had done for the pest!
Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!
Toad knew Pietro didn't like him. He was sure of it, he didn't know why though.
Fifteen Toads on the Dead Man's Chest
Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!
Drink and Pietro had done for the pest!
Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!
Perhaps it was the song that Pietro was singing? No, the song was strictly hypothetical.....
Fifteen Toads on the Dead Man's Chest
Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!
Drink and Pietro had done for the pest!
Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!
Maybe it was the way Pietro looked at him that made him feel this way? Pietro had nothing to hate him for. As a matter of fact, Pietro had borrowed one of Toad's books this very morning and complimented him on his taste.
Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded with what caution with what foresight, with what dissimulation, I went to work! I was never kinder to the freak than during the whole week before I killed him.
Why! Pietro was reading from the book as he spoke! Why did Toad get this strange feeling that Pietro didn't like him?
Ah, well.. Toad sighed as he spoke to Mistique over the phone, Do you mind if I spend the night at your house?
I hope you liked it!!!! ^_^
Isn't intresting how strange my brain works at times?
-Elf