Here it is! Finally! The sequel to The Daddy!
The Mommy
Chapter 1: She's Back
For the next month, nobody in the Lair was allowed to see Doria unless she asked for them. Mort enforced this with great stubbornness. "She needs time to figure shit ou'," he'd say, "leave 'er be."
She sat in her room, staring into space most of the time. It was on a rare occasion that she'd come downstairs for dinner, and when she did, everyone would look at her expectantly. The young mutant would hang her head ashamedly, and stare at her plate. It was a very solemn September in the Lair.
October second, Mort was just leaving his room when an elderly face stopped him at the door. "Toad," he said in his cold voice, "we need to talk."
"Yes, Magneto." The amphibious man followed his mentour out of the room, and closed it softly behind him.
"Toad, I can no longer afford to keep your daughter here when she isn't working."
Mort's eyes widened pleadingly. "Please, she jus' needs time she's-"
"Yes, yes. You've been telling us for months now. 'She's just a child! She needs time to work things out!' Doria is not a child, she is in my employ, and she is not working. I understand that she has just come through a difficult time, but we've all been through them. Either she works, or you two will have to take up residence elsewhere."
"Where would we go, Magneto?" Mort enthused.
"I don't suppose that I know. Maybe, since you've become such an advocate of peace, you could take up with the X-Men," he mused.
"You can't be serious! After all these years! After all the two of us have done for you, you'd just dump us on the streets? When you took her in-"
"When I took her in, she was a child with unimaginable potential. When I took her in, I thought I was taking on another Toynbee. It's your family business, Mortimer. Toynbees kill. It's what you're good at! Do it. Now, I need a representative assassinated by thursday. You two go do it, or order yourselves some new leather suits with big X's on them." The curt man walked away stiffly, leaving Mort there to stare after him.
Doria sat on the other side of the door, frozen with shock for a second. When she heard him coming back towards the door, she darted into her room.
How could she cause so many problems for her father after all that he'd done for her? It was selfish. She'd been wasting time, money, and oxygen. She was a Toynbee. She killed for money.
"Daddy?" she said softly, creaking the door open, "We all have blood on our hands, don't we?" He nodded. "I'm ready to kill again."
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"You sure you'll be okay?" Mortimer checked for the fifth time, steering the helicopter with ease.
"Yes, Dad, I'll be fine! I'm only doing surveilance on this one! It's really routine."
"I know! I'm just saying that you haven't been practicing much the past month, and you might be a little shakey."
She smiled, and put a hand on his arm. "Thank you, Dad. I'll be okay."
The helicopter landed in a clearing a couple of miles from Judith Murphey's house in New Hampshire. The green haired duo covered the distance quickly. Zap took her position on the balcony of the bedroom while Toad broke in through the office window.
The representative walked out of her room to the office in a few minutes, and a scream followed. Soon she had fled back into the bedroom, so Zap ripped the iron doors off of their hinges, and went to round up the frantic woman. Toad was about to lasso her with his tongue, when she ripped a gun out from behind her headboard, and took aim.
"No!" screamed Doria. She pulsed. The woman fell.
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Killer. More Blood on your hands. Doria Toynbee downed another shot of whatever the hell is she was ordering. The room was weighted with a cloud of mixed noises. Everyone else at the little mutant hang-out was speaking in muffled tones.
"Hey, sugar." said a soft voice beside her. It was a rather odd looking man. Then again everyone who didn't normally look odd in this bar did now through the swirl of liquor. She nodded at him. "You look like you're having a bad night."
"Yeah," she didn't say much. She wasn't a talkative drunk.
"You wanna go somewhere? See if we can shake those blues away?"
That sounded nice. She needed to get away from here. She needed be somewhere else. She nodded.
Liquor is baaaad. If you drink liquor before you're twenty-one, my little duck things, you will go off with strange men who will do dirty things to you. REVIEW!