Chapter 3
Normal POV
Silently the four mutants pulled up to the boarding house, each one mulling over what had just happened, keeping any worries they might have about the Toad to themselves. Lance put the jeep into park and was the first one to speak, "What the fuck just happened back there?"
His words didn't quite seem to shock the others out of the daze they were in over what had just happened so he repeated himself, "What in all fuckin' hell did we just see?!"
His nearly shouted question finally brought the others around to what he was asking. Pietro was the first one to venture any sort of response, "Whatever the hell it was, I didn't like it, I mean do any of us know anything about Todd's past?"
He looked to the others for confirmation of what he already knew, the others all shook their heads, "The only one who knows anything about Todd is Mystique and it's not like we can simply call her up on the phone."
This part was added somewhat sarcastically to hide the worry that Pietro actually held for the younger mutant, he was the youngest of the five and also had been with Mystique the longest.
Freddy spoke up in his slow and deliberate manner, "The only thing I really know about Toad is that he doesn't like people to get close or touch him, and that he is afraid of storms."
The others looked confused at Freddy's words, they obviously hadn't known these two facts, Lance spoke again, "What do you mean he doesn't like to be touched and is afraid of storms?"
Freddy looked at him like he was dense, how could they have missed it? He explained, "Why do you think he doesn't shower or take care of himself? If he smells bad others won't come close to him or touch him, and we know he is afraid of storms because we found him curled under his bed during the last thunderstorm, remember? We made fun of him for days about that." The others nodded a little guiltily as they remembered giving the young mutant hell over that.
As the four entered the boarding house Tabby spoke up, "Why don't we check his room, I mean he might have kept a journal or something, maybe we could get some answers from that, I mean since he totally left us in the dark."
The others looked a little hesitant but they were just too confused and curious to tell her no. Seeing their reactions she headed up the stairs towards Toad's room.
Todd's POV
I came slowly out of unconsciousness and found myself in a large room, I heard a voice and looked over seeing my father in the corner of the room, "I see you are finally awake, good, why don't you come over to the mirror and look what we did to you?"
I saw his smirk but it still didn't prepare me for what I saw in that mirror, my hair had been cut in short sharp spikes except for a few pieces that fell over my face emphasizing my now green and golden eyes, it had also been dyed a deep black setting off my pale skin.
I sniffed and realized that someone must have bathed me because now I smelled of some expensive cologne that screamed lust, I shuddered at the smell. Finally my eyes came to rest on what I was now wearing, a tight black leather spiked choker/collar with a lock in the back with a tag and a ring in the front.
Since I was staring in the mirror I couldn't tell if it said anything; I was also still wearing the tags my father had forced me to put on. My shirt was a sleeveless deep green silk that clung tightly to my thin frame with purposeful slits cut up the side and retied together, that would make it easier to remove.
I noted the last part with purposeful detachment pretending that the person in the mirror was not me, merely another person. I glanced down and saw that I was wearing a spiked belt that matched the collar, also containing a lock in the back and a ring in the front.
The pants were black leather and tight flaring down over a pair of black boots. I suddenly noticed that I was wearing matching wrist cuffs, spiked with rings in the front and locks in the back.
I suddenly heard my father speak again, "So slave what do you think of your new attire, I think it suits you much better then the rags you were in when I found you, and you also were in desperate need of a bath."
I glared at him hoping none of the fear I was feeling growing the pit of my stomach showed through. His eyes suddenly narrowed and he rose, "Remember my threat to your friends, when I speak to you, you will respond, and what are you thinking looking me in the eye like an equal?"
He pressed a button that he had been holding in his hands and I felt a painful shock run through my body that emanated from the collar around my neck, making me whimper in pain. "Do you like that slave, if you want me to stop ask me."
He smirked as I fell down before him, the pain washing over me in waves, "Please stop, Master"
His smirk grew wider as he looked down on me, "What did you call me, you will need to speak up."
The pain was growing more intense so I looked up from the floor, hissing the word from my mouth, "Master...."
He released his hold on the button taking the immediate pain but leaving a dull ache all the way to my bones, he patted my head, "Good boy, you will behave yourself won't you?"
Looking up I saw he expected an answer, "Yes Master." I whispered as he walked from the room locking the door behind him. Once he was gone I lay down on the floor curling into a ball and did something I haven't done in a long time, I sobbed.
Normal POV
Silently the four mutants pulled up to the boarding house, each one mulling over what had just happened, keeping any worries they might have about the Toad to themselves. Lance put the jeep into park and was the first one to speak, "What the fuck just happened back there?"
His words didn't quite seem to shock the others out of the daze they were in over what had just happened so he repeated himself, "What in all fuckin' hell did we just see?!"
His nearly shouted question finally brought the others around to what he was asking. Pietro was the first one to venture any sort of response, "Whatever the hell it was, I didn't like it, I mean do any of us know anything about Todd's past?"
He looked to the others for confirmation of what he already knew, the others all shook their heads, "The only one who knows anything about Todd is Mystique and it's not like we can simply call her up on the phone."
This part was added somewhat sarcastically to hide the worry that Pietro actually held for the younger mutant, he was the youngest of the five and also had been with Mystique the longest.
Freddy spoke up in his slow and deliberate manner, "The only thing I really know about Toad is that he doesn't like people to get close or touch him, and that he is afraid of storms."
The others looked confused at Freddy's words, they obviously hadn't known these two facts, Lance spoke again, "What do you mean he doesn't like to be touched and is afraid of storms?"
Freddy looked at him like he was dense, how could they have missed it? He explained, "Why do you think he doesn't shower or take care of himself? If he smells bad others won't come close to him or touch him, and we know he is afraid of storms because we found him curled under his bed during the last thunderstorm, remember? We made fun of him for days about that." The others nodded a little guiltily as they remembered giving the young mutant hell over that.
As the four entered the boarding house Tabby spoke up, "Why don't we check his room, I mean he might have kept a journal or something, maybe we could get some answers from that, I mean since he totally left us in the dark."
The others looked a little hesitant but they were just too confused and curious to tell her no. Seeing their reactions she headed up the stairs towards Toad's room.
Todd's POV
I came slowly out of unconsciousness and found myself in a large room, I heard a voice and looked over seeing my father in the corner of the room, "I see you are finally awake, good, why don't you come over to the mirror and look what we did to you?"
I saw his smirk but it still didn't prepare me for what I saw in that mirror, my hair had been cut in short sharp spikes except for a few pieces that fell over my face emphasizing my now green and golden eyes, it had also been dyed a deep black setting off my pale skin.
I sniffed and realized that someone must have bathed me because now I smelled of some expensive cologne that screamed lust, I shuddered at the smell. Finally my eyes came to rest on what I was now wearing, a tight black leather spiked choker/collar with a lock in the back with a tag and a ring in the front.
Since I was staring in the mirror I couldn't tell if it said anything; I was also still wearing the tags my father had forced me to put on. My shirt was a sleeveless deep green silk that clung tightly to my thin frame with purposeful slits cut up the side and retied together, that would make it easier to remove.
I noted the last part with purposeful detachment pretending that the person in the mirror was not me, merely another person. I glanced down and saw that I was wearing a spiked belt that matched the collar, also containing a lock in the back and a ring in the front.
The pants were black leather and tight flaring down over a pair of black boots. I suddenly noticed that I was wearing matching wrist cuffs, spiked with rings in the front and locks in the back.
I suddenly heard my father speak again, "So slave what do you think of your new attire, I think it suits you much better then the rags you were in when I found you, and you also were in desperate need of a bath."
I glared at him hoping none of the fear I was feeling growing the pit of my stomach showed through. His eyes suddenly narrowed and he rose, "Remember my threat to your friends, when I speak to you, you will respond, and what are you thinking looking me in the eye like an equal?"
He pressed a button that he had been holding in his hands and I felt a painful shock run through my body that emanated from the collar around my neck, making me whimper in pain. "Do you like that slave, if you want me to stop ask me."
He smirked as I fell down before him, the pain washing over me in waves, "Please stop, Master"
His smirk grew wider as he looked down on me, "What did you call me, you will need to speak up."
The pain was growing more intense so I looked up from the floor, hissing the word from my mouth, "Master...."
He released his hold on the button taking the immediate pain but leaving a dull ache all the way to my bones, he patted my head, "Good boy, you will behave yourself won't you?"
Looking up I saw he expected an answer, "Yes Master." I whispered as he walked from the room locking the door behind him. Once he was gone I lay down on the floor curling into a ball and did something I haven't done in a long time, I sobbed.