A/N: Okies… Todd's here!! ^__^

-- sylver rain

The Clydesdales

Chapter 10: Two more

Remy prepared himself for a long trip. Anytime, Kar could create another two or more Clydesdales, and he had to get to the Castle if he wanted to put the whole thing to a stop.

They had no knowledge as to where Kar was, and Quicksilver had already done a search of the entire world, and had turned up with nothing.

So two options remained. One, the Castle may be underground. Two, the Castle may be underwater.

But Kar was spitting out Clydesdales like how a sugar-high toad spits out slime, (A/N: Just had to say something in reference to Toddy…) and time was of the essence.

Now there wasn't really anywhere they could go. Remy decided that it was best if they met up with Professor Xavier in Fantalia city.

They walked over a field, while Quicksilver was sent ahead to scout the area before they went into it.

As the herd trotted on, Remy shifted to a more comfortable position on Angel's back. His leg was still hurting like hell, and he felt a little bad about the Clydesdale carrying him, although Angel was one of the strongest of the lot at the moment.

Remy mused about what they were to do if the Capital Police came back for them again, no doubt with more re-enforcement. So far there were four Clydesdales. Quicksilver, Spyke, Angel and the Rogue. And they were almost taken out by the small police force. If the Police came back again, Remy wasn't sure if they could hold up. They needed to either get to a safe hiding place, or find more Clydesdales to increase power for more battles that were definitely to come.

What's more, he was hungry. It was somewhere halfway through the night and he hadn't had a good meal the entire day, and the wound he had sustained was using up what little energy he had left.

Quicksilver wandered around in super speed. He had ran up ahead and had gone into a little Texan-looking town, and parked himself beside a few other normal horses outside a bar. It was night, and the place was deserted. All the noise came from inside the brightly-lit bars and saloons, and the few people that passed by didn't notice his silver coat. So he pretty much looked like an average horse.

The window to the bar was wide open, and he could hear various voices floating out. He could make out several conversations, and he was starting to get impatient when he heard something about a Clydesdale.

"Hey, can you believe that some mutant managed to steal three Clydesdales? And the news said that he found the second Clydesdale too. The Untouchable one." The voice sounded like it came from a big, burly man.

"Yea… those pesty mutants. Can you believe it? It's about 20 million dollars there! Trust a mutie to pull something like that off." This voice was nasal and sounded like the guy had sucked in a whole lot of helium.

"Whatever. Heard about the new Clydesdales though?" The first voice said. Pietro's ears pricked up. "Nup. What about them?"

The first voice replied, "I'm pretty sure there was one named Avalanche, Clydesdale of the Earth or Land or something, and the other was Toad, I think… heard that one escaped and the other got sold to someone else. Not sure what really happened to which."

They seemed to have stopped talking about the Clydesdales and Pietro was left to his own thinking. Lance? Todd? He looked around and made sure no one was looking before zipping off back to the herd that he had left about a hundred miles away.

He was zooming off through a jungle he had been through earlier on. He hadn't checked the area out yet, as he had only gone through it without looking around.

He was around the middle of the rainforest when he saw something bright. He stopped dead in his tracks and peered through the branches and ferns, looking at whatever it was that had caught his attention.

A small fire surrounded by pebbles and stones sat in the middle of many dark green huts.

The huts seemed to be made of some kind of plant, large leaves pulled together to create a stitched up cabin. There were no windows, only holes at the front to serve as doors. It didn't have to be all too perfect for a roof, as the jungle's dense canopy was already a good natural shelter from the weather.

It was very quiet when all of a sudden, Pietro heard the shrill neigh of a horse coming from further up at the opposite side of the small village. Then the sound of ropes whipping about, a muffled neigh, then a few voices.

This got Pietro on the alert, and he watched closely as the facing side came to life a little, trees and leaves shaking as if it were alive or something was there.

Then, some kind of people appeared. They looked like the typical tribesmen, dark tan skin, wearing clothes that weren't all that conservative, and they had white and green dyes and paintings over their chest and face.

Some of them had spears, and most of them were pulling at a rope. As more men emerged, the other end of the rope was revealed to be tied around the neck of a pale green horse.

Green.

Pietro recognized the horse as Todd straight away. He wanted to call out to the other Clydesdale, but the other men were around, and although it was a fat chance that the men could catch him, they would probably make it harder to get Todd out.

It appeared that Todd had not seen him, and the men kept pulling the Clydesdale toward the middle of their village.

As the people and animal neared the fire, Pietro was allowed to get a good look at how Todd turned out.

Yes, it was a pale green, and he had dark swamp green hair, shiny olive green, and his eyes were the same yellow with red pupils as it was before. Pietro also realized that Todd's rear legs were extremely muscular, no doubt one of his mutant characteristics.

Todd was tied with some kind of vine shackles around his two rear legs, loose enough to let him walk, but making him stumble, and his mouth was muzzled.

Suddenly one of the men yelled out to the other people in English, but heavy with what was probably his native accent, "We, the tribe of Wangcaga, have caught the Clydesdale of the Swamplands!"

Pietro raised his brow, Wangcaga?

Women and children ran out from the tents, and they started to cheer and crowd around Todd, who seemed to be getting more frightened by the minute.

Pietro wondered if he should go back to the others and tell them about it or rescue Todd before the strange people did anything weird to him, like boil him in some giant pot and eat him for food or something.

He was about to dash up when he heard the soft snap of a twig behind him.

His ears pricked up and he whirled around silently, to be faced by another horse. No, another Clydesdale.

"Lance?" he said as softly as he could.

End of chapter 10

A/N: :( I don't really like this chapter… I dunno why. It just… not as well-written as I wanted it to be… sighx.. anywayz… ^__^