"Toad!"
Mortimer winced as the beautiful silence was broken. He turned around lazily to face one of the hundreds of people that he didn't want to see-Mystique- the morphing blue mutant. She gave Mort the chills sometimes, but he felt no feelings towards her. She would always try to rouse him into talking to her, or maybe fighting her. Fighting seemed to turn Mystique on, and he wasn't about to battle her anytime soon. She took many shapes, but Mort learned how to distinguish her. He would foil her every time, and she did not like that at all. He turned away from her again.
"Toad," Mystique repeated seductively, "you have a curious fascination with dark and silent places."
She moved closer to him and placed one slender hand on his shoulder.
"If only you did." Mortimer spat at her. Mystique retreated her hand and narrowed her eyes.
"You know, Toad, we could make something of us if you only let down your guard for once."
She ran her hand down to the small of his back and sneered at his still figure. She could drive any man wild! What was so different about this one? Men threw themselves at her feet all the time, and she didn't even get a decent reply out of this one! This was driving her insane, but she perked up when she heard him speak:
"The only thing that "we" could make is a mutated bag of Skittles."
He turned to face her and look into her yellow eyes. She stared at him in bewilderment then smiled.
"Are you sure that you're Toad?" Then in an agitated tone, "Because I could swear that you are Tortoise! Why don't you get your head out of your damn shell?"
Mortimer shook his head at her. She just didn't understand. And if she did, she was doin' a bloody good job of keeping it hidden. He brushed past her and headed down the steep hill.
"Now where are you going?" Mort heard Mystique yell behind him.
"Somewhere where color doesn't exist."
Mystique stood there, dumbfounded, for a moment. Who had said anything about color?
"Stupid Brit, changing the damn subject." With that, she turned on her heel and walked away.
Mortimer walked on, thinking about why he was so depressed.
"Oh yeah," he snorted, "me life's a livin' 'ell. Well, that makes sense." He rolled his eyes at himself and stopped in his tracks.
Why do I change when I'm around others? Why can't I show who I really am?
He furiously shook his head in frustration. "Ruddy thoughts." He continued walking toward the Brotherhood fortress and his frown turned into a broad smile. Now it was time to be Toad. Toad the sarcastic, the happy-go-lucky murderer. Toad... the mutant. The smile grew wider as he bounded across the jagged rocks.
I wonder what 'Tooth is up to.
It took no time for Toad to reach the fortress.
It's all in the leap, he snickered as he jumped to a second story window.
Crash!
"TOAD!" Sabretooth cursed as Toad let himself in. The green mutant laughed heartily as he watched his "brother" pick up broken cups and glass.
"Damn you, Toad! This is gonna take me forever to clean up!"
Toad snickered again. "Well, I'm sorry, Miss. I didn't know it was such a disaster." He bowed deeply and heard Sabretooth growl at his mockery:
"It wasn't a disaster until you showed up!" Toad shrugged it off and hopped onto a nearby desk.
"So... what'ya doin' anyway?" Toad asked in full curiosity, his British accent shining through.
"It's none of your business, unless you want to get pummeled." Sabretooth threatened.
"Ah, mate, remember: curiosity killed the cat, not the cute little toad." He winked at the man in front of him and smiled.
"God, you're a pain in the ass."
Toad cocked his head. "Now, 'Toothy, we shouldn't say such things. It might hurt someone's feelings." Toad batted his eyelashes mockingly.
"I'll show you hurt, you annoying frog..."
"Ah, ah, ah." Toad shook his finger at the mutant cat, "we mustn't engage ourselves in violent Brotherhood activity. Besides, Mags will have your hairy feline arse if you did try to hurt me." He smirked proudly. Sabretooth tightened his fists and spoke through his fangs.
"I suggest then... Toad... that you get the hell out of my sight before I tear off your legs and use your bleeding corpse for a puppet!" He was fuming, and way past angry, but Toad only beamed and cheerily said:
"As intriguing as that proposition is, I think I'll pass, mate." Sabretooth nodded and extended one razor claw in the direction of the door. Toad, however, crashed through the second window of the room and bounded away, leaving a cursing Sabretooth to himself.
