Chapter 2
There I was, surrounded by guys with guns pointed at my head. Two guys were standing in front of the door, so there was only one hope. I had to fight my way out.
Splat! I used my powers to shoot slime out of my mouth at the closest shooter. The guns started shooting immediately. Up I went, jumping to the ceiling. I had barely dodged the bullets, and was now hanging from a ceiling fan. I lifted the gun I had taken from my first assailant and shot out the lamps in the bar, darkening the room. Some one fired a few more shots as the lights went out, but none of them came close to hitting me.
Quietly, I dropped down to from the ceiling, landing back on the bar. I hopped forward, landing just outside of the door. Unfortunately, my aggressors had also decided to retreat from the dark bar, and now I was being followed out into the raging streets of New York City.
Blam Blam Blam! Bullets were being fired; entire clips were being emptied out in an attempt to capture me. You see; the bounty on mutants had gotten to be pretty high, and the more infamous you were, the higher the bounty. I was worth at least a grand at this point, as I moved closer and closer to the Mutant Control Headquarters.
The bullets were ricocheting off of walls and hitting pavement, I wasn't safe on the ground. Again, I was thankful to be a freak when I jumped up, grabbing a windowsill on the second floor of a building, to propel myself up to the tenth floor. No one could follow me up here.
And to think, Xavier used to protect these people. What was that man thinking? They obviously didn't want us around, so why should we care? If only Asteroid M hadn't been destroyed, then all of us mutants could live there in peace.
I kicked hard, shattering a window in front of me. Nothing made me angrier than the fact we could have stopped this, if only Xavier had listened. Magneto told him that humans and mutants couldn't peacefully coexist, but he refused to admit that he was wrong. So, he and his X-men kept fighting against the Brotherhoods' attempts to conquer the human race.
Not that we were any better, of course. I know now that there was no point in our trying to fight the humans; we were only causing the powder keg to build up faster. When Magneto built asteroid M, I thought that we had found a peaceful solution, but it was gone before we could even start living there.
And, as leader of the Brotherhood, I had made some mistakes of my own. Why did I think that I could fill Magneto's shoes? Granted, I had toughened up a bit, but I was nowhere near as powerful as he was. Perhaps if I had used my influence for good instead of evil.
Now, however, it seemed I had no choices. My fellow mutants were all being held prisoner, and I was the only one who could help them, the only friend any of them had on the outside. Even a slime ball like me knows what he has to do when a situation like this arose; you fight until you can't fight any more. I finally got to the top of the building and sat on the ledge, overlooking the city. I had to find the mutant concentration camp here, I was certain that this would be where I could get some reinforcements.
"But, that's like looking for a needle in a haystack," I said, snapping my tongue out at a fly that had buzzed just a little to close Yes, it is disgusting, but a guy's got to eat. It seemed that I had no hope but to set out and blindly search for a camp I would never find.
Down below, I could no longer see the people who had been on my tail. It appeared now that I was safe. Then, I heard a door open behind me.
Like lightning, I turned and shot my tongue, snapping a gun out of a man's hand. I pulled it out of my mouth, aiming it at the next person to move through the door. He got the gun shot right out of his hand, along with a few fingers. My next few shots were a bit more accurate, so no more fingers were lost.
Soon enough, men surrounded me. With no guns to fire, they had been forced to fight me hand-to-hand. They had taken up what they could for weapons, be it chains or pipes. It was like fighting a gang.
One of them rushed me. He was a hairy, muscular brute, with a pair of sunglasses and a leather jacket. In fact, they all looked like bikers and street punks. Not many normal guys would be willing to hunt a mutant, but I guess these guys really needed the money. Either way, he was no challenge. I kicked forward with both feet, holding onto the ledge with my hands, and sent the big guy flying back into his buddies.
Another one came at me, this one with a knife in his hand. I hopped up, spin-kicking him in the jaw and knocking him clear off of the ledge and onto a balcony three floors down. His friends backed off a little. You don't want to fall off of a twenty-story building.
Then, a group charged me. "Boys, there's plenty of Toad to go around, you'll all get a turn," I said, tripping one and punching another in the stomach. I slimed the third, then pulled the pipe out of his hand and smacked him over the head with it.
Their numbers were wavering now. I hopped up high, maybe twenty feet, and shot lots of slime down, encasing them all in the goo. Again, I know that it's very gross.
With my enemies defeated, I hopped to another rooftop. Then, I was surprised to find a set of claws put right up to my throat. Apparently I wasn't the only mutant not to be captured. Wolverine had escaped, too.
"Wolverine, how are you?" I asked nervously. He put his claws a little closer, as if I had made him mad.
"I've been better, frog-face," he said. Wolverine never really liked me. "Saw you fighting those guys in the bar. Guess you've got more skills then I give you credit for."
Yeah, I do, I thought, "So, what brings you up here?" I inquired. Wolverine pulled his claws back and sat down on the ledge. "I never thought I would say this, but I need your help. I need some back up to break into the Mutant Control Headquarters without getting killed. Once I'm in there, I can find out where the other mutants are."
"Cool, you know where the place is?"
"Nope, that's where you come in, slime ball."
When he said he needed my help, I hadn't thought he meant it the way he did. Reluctantly, I marched downtown and turned myself in to the police. Wolverine followed closely.
"Hello, boys," I said, sliming the captain in the face. I rolled behind a desk, using it to shield myself from some gunfire. Then I hopped along, staying low, as cans and bottles scattered along the desks were blown to bits above me. A cop cut around a desk and leveled his gun at me. My tongue shot forward, disarming my foe. I lifted the gun up myself and leaped up firing the gun until it was out of ammo. A lot of cops were wounded, but none were killed.
With my entrance as the distraction, Wolverine came rushing in. Bullets grazed his skin, but he healed almost instantly. His claws came out, and he sliced the barrels right off of their guns. I jumped out, kicking one of the cops back over a desk. The two of us circled around, taking each cop out until only we were left.
The room cleared, I hopped up and accessed the computer. They had some defenses in their system to keep me out, but I hacked my way through. I had become a Jack-of-all-Trades in the past years, making my resume range anywhere from thug to evil genius. Soon, I found the file we were looking for.
My eyes scrolled down the page until I found the information that I needed. The new Mutant Control Headquarters was underneath the harbor! Who would have thought to look there?
"How long can you hold your breath?" I asked.
There I was, surrounded by guys with guns pointed at my head. Two guys were standing in front of the door, so there was only one hope. I had to fight my way out.
Splat! I used my powers to shoot slime out of my mouth at the closest shooter. The guns started shooting immediately. Up I went, jumping to the ceiling. I had barely dodged the bullets, and was now hanging from a ceiling fan. I lifted the gun I had taken from my first assailant and shot out the lamps in the bar, darkening the room. Some one fired a few more shots as the lights went out, but none of them came close to hitting me.
Quietly, I dropped down to from the ceiling, landing back on the bar. I hopped forward, landing just outside of the door. Unfortunately, my aggressors had also decided to retreat from the dark bar, and now I was being followed out into the raging streets of New York City.
Blam Blam Blam! Bullets were being fired; entire clips were being emptied out in an attempt to capture me. You see; the bounty on mutants had gotten to be pretty high, and the more infamous you were, the higher the bounty. I was worth at least a grand at this point, as I moved closer and closer to the Mutant Control Headquarters.
The bullets were ricocheting off of walls and hitting pavement, I wasn't safe on the ground. Again, I was thankful to be a freak when I jumped up, grabbing a windowsill on the second floor of a building, to propel myself up to the tenth floor. No one could follow me up here.
And to think, Xavier used to protect these people. What was that man thinking? They obviously didn't want us around, so why should we care? If only Asteroid M hadn't been destroyed, then all of us mutants could live there in peace.
I kicked hard, shattering a window in front of me. Nothing made me angrier than the fact we could have stopped this, if only Xavier had listened. Magneto told him that humans and mutants couldn't peacefully coexist, but he refused to admit that he was wrong. So, he and his X-men kept fighting against the Brotherhoods' attempts to conquer the human race.
Not that we were any better, of course. I know now that there was no point in our trying to fight the humans; we were only causing the powder keg to build up faster. When Magneto built asteroid M, I thought that we had found a peaceful solution, but it was gone before we could even start living there.
And, as leader of the Brotherhood, I had made some mistakes of my own. Why did I think that I could fill Magneto's shoes? Granted, I had toughened up a bit, but I was nowhere near as powerful as he was. Perhaps if I had used my influence for good instead of evil.
Now, however, it seemed I had no choices. My fellow mutants were all being held prisoner, and I was the only one who could help them, the only friend any of them had on the outside. Even a slime ball like me knows what he has to do when a situation like this arose; you fight until you can't fight any more. I finally got to the top of the building and sat on the ledge, overlooking the city. I had to find the mutant concentration camp here, I was certain that this would be where I could get some reinforcements.
"But, that's like looking for a needle in a haystack," I said, snapping my tongue out at a fly that had buzzed just a little to close Yes, it is disgusting, but a guy's got to eat. It seemed that I had no hope but to set out and blindly search for a camp I would never find.
Down below, I could no longer see the people who had been on my tail. It appeared now that I was safe. Then, I heard a door open behind me.
Like lightning, I turned and shot my tongue, snapping a gun out of a man's hand. I pulled it out of my mouth, aiming it at the next person to move through the door. He got the gun shot right out of his hand, along with a few fingers. My next few shots were a bit more accurate, so no more fingers were lost.
Soon enough, men surrounded me. With no guns to fire, they had been forced to fight me hand-to-hand. They had taken up what they could for weapons, be it chains or pipes. It was like fighting a gang.
One of them rushed me. He was a hairy, muscular brute, with a pair of sunglasses and a leather jacket. In fact, they all looked like bikers and street punks. Not many normal guys would be willing to hunt a mutant, but I guess these guys really needed the money. Either way, he was no challenge. I kicked forward with both feet, holding onto the ledge with my hands, and sent the big guy flying back into his buddies.
Another one came at me, this one with a knife in his hand. I hopped up, spin-kicking him in the jaw and knocking him clear off of the ledge and onto a balcony three floors down. His friends backed off a little. You don't want to fall off of a twenty-story building.
Then, a group charged me. "Boys, there's plenty of Toad to go around, you'll all get a turn," I said, tripping one and punching another in the stomach. I slimed the third, then pulled the pipe out of his hand and smacked him over the head with it.
Their numbers were wavering now. I hopped up high, maybe twenty feet, and shot lots of slime down, encasing them all in the goo. Again, I know that it's very gross.
With my enemies defeated, I hopped to another rooftop. Then, I was surprised to find a set of claws put right up to my throat. Apparently I wasn't the only mutant not to be captured. Wolverine had escaped, too.
"Wolverine, how are you?" I asked nervously. He put his claws a little closer, as if I had made him mad.
"I've been better, frog-face," he said. Wolverine never really liked me. "Saw you fighting those guys in the bar. Guess you've got more skills then I give you credit for."
Yeah, I do, I thought, "So, what brings you up here?" I inquired. Wolverine pulled his claws back and sat down on the ledge. "I never thought I would say this, but I need your help. I need some back up to break into the Mutant Control Headquarters without getting killed. Once I'm in there, I can find out where the other mutants are."
"Cool, you know where the place is?"
"Nope, that's where you come in, slime ball."
When he said he needed my help, I hadn't thought he meant it the way he did. Reluctantly, I marched downtown and turned myself in to the police. Wolverine followed closely.
"Hello, boys," I said, sliming the captain in the face. I rolled behind a desk, using it to shield myself from some gunfire. Then I hopped along, staying low, as cans and bottles scattered along the desks were blown to bits above me. A cop cut around a desk and leveled his gun at me. My tongue shot forward, disarming my foe. I lifted the gun up myself and leaped up firing the gun until it was out of ammo. A lot of cops were wounded, but none were killed.
With my entrance as the distraction, Wolverine came rushing in. Bullets grazed his skin, but he healed almost instantly. His claws came out, and he sliced the barrels right off of their guns. I jumped out, kicking one of the cops back over a desk. The two of us circled around, taking each cop out until only we were left.
The room cleared, I hopped up and accessed the computer. They had some defenses in their system to keep me out, but I hacked my way through. I had become a Jack-of-all-Trades in the past years, making my resume range anywhere from thug to evil genius. Soon, I found the file we were looking for.
My eyes scrolled down the page until I found the information that I needed. The new Mutant Control Headquarters was underneath the harbor! Who would have thought to look there?
"How long can you hold your breath?" I asked.