The way I see it, poor Todd Tolansky always gets looked down upon and basically tortured. People should cut him some slack, he is still working on puberty, his evolving mutation, and as far as I know/ in my fic, has no family.

I decided to write a fic about him getting the long instead of short end of the stick! (No perverted thoughts people![yet])

So, Todd's the main charecter and you wont believe how he turns out. :) I guess you'll just have to read to find out.

Anyway: ME NO OWN! X-men:evolution that is. While this story is based on the series somewhat, I've only seen until just after they are exposed, and I own my own charecters.

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Yo, whad I ever do to deserve this? Todd Tolansky thought as he picked himself up once again. Two weeks until summer vacation and the boys of the brotherhood were already getting restless. Todd once again taking the brunt of their teasing and impatience as the scapegoat of the group. Currently, Lance Alvers aka Avalanche was seeing how many tremors does it take to knock out the Toad. Earlier Pietro Maximoff aka Quicksilver thought it amusing to see how long he could keep the Toad in the air by running circles around him. Then there was his once beloved Wanda Maximoff. Since Magneto had messed with her mind, she just wasn't the same honey bunny he once fell in love with. Or thought he had fallen in love with, he now wasn't so sure. Well, anyway, she had zapped and hexed at him all morning.

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About the only one of the teens that hadn't picked on him was Fred aka The Blob, but that was due to two things: the fact that he never noticed Todd and that he was too interested in eating to bother. At least when the Rogue was here I got some good attention, yo. If backhanded compliments and teasing in a non-mean way could be considered good. Tabbitha aka Boom-Boom was almost as "good". She may have teased him, but she teased everyone and never in a cruel way. She even made him laugh when she stole Lance's Jeep. In a way he missed her, even though she often blew up his monthly showers.

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Just then Pietro flashed out of the brotherhood house with the cordless phone. "Oh, Lancy-poo! Your little Pussy-Kat is on the phone for you!", he called in a mocking sing-song voice. Lance glared at him and stalked towards the speedy platinum blond. Taking this rare opportunity, Todd hopped-snuck away. He vowed to find someway to thank Kitty Pryde somehow. Maybe the next time they fought the X-men he would somehow "accidentally" get thrown into her opponent or something. Todd wasn't as dumb or as much as a looser as the others thought. Someday I'll prove it to them, yo. Right now I know I ain't strong enough, but someday I am so goin to kick their asses.

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With all the stealth that a toad-boy had, he snuck up the outside wall of the rundown old house to the window of his room. The tiny portal to the inside had cracks in it, but was still sound. It was probably a miracle too. With all the abuse the house had taken, his little attic window was one of the only ones that hadn't had to be replaced. The thick, bubbly glass was sure something, even if it wasn't that much to look at. Just like me and everything else that's mine, yo. Ugly, but enduring, he thought climbing through it.

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He glanced around at his meager kingdom and really saw it for what it was. Nothin, yo. While all the other mutants in the house got full rooms downstairs, he was crammed into a tiny make-shift room that made up less than half of the attic. The rest being used for storage for Mystique's things and who knew what else. He had a bed, sort of, a little fold out cot. It was piled high with tattered blankets and a few frayed quilts. The winters up in the unheated attic were harsh. He had a basket full of hand-me-down clothes and a couple of worn sneakers at the foot of the cot. A rickety chair sat at the worn table by the window, the table's fourth leg braced by two bricks. On the table sat an emergency lantern, his only source of light at night.

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Besides all these things, he owned three battle suits. They were his most prized possessions. Mystique had paid for them surprisingly enough. I guess she doesn't want me to completely embarrass her in battle, yo. He thought sarcastically, I do bad enough as it is without ripping my pants or somethin. "It's not my fault I'm still growing and a klutz. I try, I really do, yo, but it's never enough." he murmured quietly. The blue skinned den-mother-from-hell was only marginally less awful than Pietro or Lance, but that was only because she was hardly ever around to demean or sneer at him. Mystique more than made up for her absences when she returned though, as the numerous bruises he sported then could attest. When she ain't beatin me up, she's bangin with that bastard Sabertooth. Yo, once is all I ever made the mistake of goin near him.

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Three cracked ribs, a bloody nose, black eye, fractured wrist and a truckload of cuts and bruises. That on top of a "normal" days worth of beating took him out for three weeks. At least they left me alone until I healed, mostly. Yo, I wish I didn't have to stay with these fuckers. Suddenly a drastic though hit him: why do I have to stay here? Originally he'd agreed to join Mystique because she promised him food and board. That and the chance to meet others like himself: mutants. Yo, they may be muties, but they ain't nothing like me. Bunch of freaking pricks, think they're so much better than me, yo. Food and board and all he'd have to do was use his "powers" here and there to help her and Magneto. Fucking rip-off, yo. Scraps I get here is worse than what I was getting on the streets, and the beatings is worse too.

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The more he thought about it, the more he realized that he didn't need the brotherhood anymore. He could take care of himself now, probably even do a lot better on his own. After dealin' with the shit I do everyday, goin solo would be a piece of cake. Fuck Mystique, fuck Magneto, fuck the damn brotherhood. I am goin to find a way to get the fuck out of here, yo! Sitting on his creaky cot, he thought of all he'd need to do to get away and how he'd do it. Plus he had to figure out where to go. Not to the X-men that's for sure, if they knew where he'd run to they would eventually get him. He finally decided to wing it, go on the run and keep moving, maybe head for some big city on the west coast and get lost in it. First, he decided to hop a random train at the station.

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Looking around at his meager possessions once again, he made yet another decision. This one quite dangerous. He really needed cash and since he had none, he would have to stea- uh, borrow some. Lance put everything into his jeep or into Kitty, Pietro immediately blew anything he wrung from his dad on sweets and coffee, Fred on food, Wanda on her Goth music, and Mystique…. Holy fucking hell, I can't believe I'm thinkin of stealin from her! She probably had the most though, he'd heard Pietro bragging about cracking her safe without her knowing, but even he hadn't taken anything. Maybe that combo still works. If it does, I'll just grab what I can and run, yo. It would have to be at the last minute, just before he left and he'd have to make sure everyone was out of the house and gone for the day….

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Wait, didn't Lance say something about a road trip? Yah, he wants to head over to some theam park as soon as school's out, yo. Mystique's leaving three days before that with Creed for something with Magneto…. That was it, after school let out, he'd have to make up something so he couldn't go on the trip. Then, he'd grab the money and take off. Only stopping when he got too exhausted and he just might get free. They probably wouldn't notice he was missing for a few days, maybe not even for a week or two when Mystique was expected back.

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Glancing out the window, he watched the setting sun. Later he'd sneak down and see if anything was left in the fridge. That and some flies would make up his dinner. Sigh, he hated flies. There were only two reasons he ate them. One, instinct. Two, they were food he could eat. Someday I hope I never have to eat one ever again. At least they were high in protein, lately he craved it. Burgers and beef, tortillas and chicken, chow-mien and pork, fish and chips, just thinking about it made his stomach growl. Too bad the best he could hope for was leftovers and junk food.

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Well??? I know I went a bit thick on the abuse, but he is a mutant and so I figure it would end up being harsher/ he'd end up taking more than a "normal" person could/would.

I also want you readers on "his" side/ to be sympathetic to him.

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