Chapter 5
Todd's POV
Slowly I opened my eyes groaning as bright lights greeted me as I awoke from my forced slumber, this getting knocked unconscious thing was becoming way to familiar, I nearly chuckled at that observation but held it in. All I could see was white, white walls, white ceiling, white floor, white table, white chairs, everything white.
I tried to move off of the floor but found that I was chained to the ground in a kneeling position, the collar was chained directly in front of me forcing my head to look down at the ground or straight ahead, not up. My wrists were behind me, the two wristcuffs were connected by a chain that then wrapped around my waist securing the chain to the small loop in the front, the classic subservient slave position, I snorted at the unoriginality of it.
I looked down and was startled to see that they had changed my clothes again, I too was wearing white, a pair of white chinos that were hung low on my waist and no shirt. My pale skin was accented by the colorless pants, and I know that was the plan all along.
I was getting very angry and tried to release the fangs that wanted to lash out and strike, but even as I tried they would not come, I ran my tongue over my teeth and discovered that my two canines were capped, preventing the emergence of the fangs.
Father had indeed done his research. I noticed a bruise marring my arm from the earlier injection and grimaced, it would be ugly healing.
Suddenly the door opened and my father stepped inside: "Now gentlemen, let me show you the crowning achievement of our experiments, a true treasure in...multiple ways."
My father stepped forward removing the dog tags from around my neck, "This is Kirei Serpentine (aka: Beautiful Serpent) and he has several points which would make him an excellent toy, remember though that he is mine first and foremost. If you will just step over here you will see my personal mark. He is 15 years, a virgin, unbroken, and relatively unscarred. His other talents are best explained later or demonstrated now."
My father would never call me by my real name, or even the name I had chosen, always I was a description not a name. My father gestured the men over, I shuddered as I felt their gazes travel over my nearly naked body taking in all that they saw.
A few came over and ran their hands down my chest feeling the slenderness of it, one looked at the few scars that littered my arms, others looked at my face examining the collar around my neck, like I was some horse for sale.
A couple walked behind me examining the tattoo which was my father's idealized initials in red, surrounded by a black chain, it was located at the top of my right forearm, low enough that anyone would be able to see the bottom if I wore a t-shirt; I also deeply hated the memories that went with that tattoo.....
Flashback, Normal POV
A small boy, perhaps 6 or 7, clad only in a pair of green pajama bottoms and a thin leather collar is curled in the corner of yet another white room, this one containing a medical table, restraints, and machinery, it is also very chilly in the room. The boy's back is covered with lash marks, not quite deep enough to scar, and his arm looks like that of an addict, needle marks littering the veins.
The door to the room is opened and three men step in, one of them, clad in a white lab coat, is holding a cart covered with instruments that the boy has not seen before. His father is the next to enter, obviously on his way to some meeting, dressed in a black suit with a black shirt and a blood red silk tie.
The last man to enter makes the boy shudder in fear as he looks at him, he is a big man with blonde hair cut into a severe crew cut, harsh features and large hands holding a small chain with a clip on an end in one hand, and a large whip in the other. He steps in to the room and walks over to the small figure in the corner, "Get up freak, and go sit on that gurney." He points the medical exam table in the center of the room.
The boy rises slowly and wraps his arms around himself as he trembles he mutters a soft, "Yes Sir" and walks over to the table sitting on the edge. "Lay down."
The restraints were clasped tightly around the ankles and wrists pulling his arms up and taunt, and securing the strong legs. The chain that he was holding was then clasped to the collar at the neck and left to hang, it had no real purpose yet.
His father watches the exchange and smiles at the large man, "John you have worked wonders with the brat, he always would have looked at me and refused, I must commend you on your tutelage." The other (John) gives him a dark smile, "Nothin' to it, Sir. Ya just got ta know how to handle da freaks."
The man in the lab coat pulled out a long syringe and was checking it for air bubbles when his father noticed, "What is that for?" He snapped out at the man, who looked back over his shoulder when he answered, "It is a tranquilizer/anesthesia, if he moves while the markings go on he will ruin it, also since you want it right on a muscle it will hurt like hell...."
Reginald smiled darkly as he looked at John, "I don't think that will be necessary doctor, John why don't you handle this?"
John gave a salute as he walked to the top of the table and leaned down and pulled the chain to make the boy look in his eyes as he began to whisper so that only he could hear, "If you move at all, even a flinch or a grimace, I will make sure ur lessons with me run long tomorrow." He smirked and walked away as the boy's eyes grew wide and then closed and Reginald motioned the lab coat to begin.....
End Flashback
The other members of the brotherhood always wondered why I never wore t- shirts, tank tops, or went shirtless, even at the beach, this mark was the reason and I despised the man above me all the more for it.
I noticed a change to my father's body posture as he asked the men to step back for a moment, "Now I will show you what is perhaps the best feature of this slave, Serpent open your mouth."
I obeyed because I truly had no other choice and let my long tongue roll from its resting place, I heard gasps of amazement from the assembled men; I couldn't see their faces but I felt their lust roll off them in waves, disgusting me as I tried to turn off the natural sensitivity of my snake self.
My father stepped behind me and rested a hand on my head as he spoke again, "I am sure that you can all imagine what a tongue like this can do, especially with the training that he has already had, all his other abilities, some of which are listed and others to be demonstrated to the buyer as they are quite amazing"
(I shudder knowing what abilities he means and I remember past pain from other experiments and demonstrations) "I will demonstrate some later, as he will be serving us as we conclude the deal, so gentlemen shall we continue the tour?" I could hear the voice of my father fade as he led the men out of the room.
I was left alone, still chained kneeling, with only my fathers last secretly whispered words in my ears, "I will be back later my slave...."
Normal POV
Professor Charles Xavier sat in the main office of the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters with a deep look on his face as he looked out the large bay window that stretched across most of the office. Suddenly he was startled out of his contemplation by a harsh rap at the doors, he called out a brief, "Enter."
The doors swung open and Logan strolled in, it was rare for him to knock, so Xavier knew he had to have something on his mind and he waited for him to begin, it didn't take long, "Hey Chuck, you seemed out of it this morning at breakfast and the danger room, is something up?"
Xavier chuckled under his breath, Logan was the only person he knew who could ask a question like that while still appearing, for all intensive purposes, like he had just asked about the weather or the sports report. "Nothing is wrong Logan, my mind seems to be preoccupied today, that is all."
Logan leaned against the door frame as he stared at the Professor, it took a lot to distract the Professor, so something was definitely not right with the situation, "What has your mind so preoccupied, if I may ask?" Logan quirked his lips as he did a decent impression of the Professor's usual leading questions.
The Professor recognized what Logan was doing and chuckled under his breath, until he felt a stabbing pain take away his breath. He clutched his head as waves of emotions crashed into him, shame, fear, pain, humiliation, and perhaps the most disturbing, a sense of resignation to it, a sense of it being deserved.
All of a sudden it disappeared and the Professor looked up to see Logan had moved right next to him, with what passed for a worried expression on his face, "What happened?"
The Professor sighed, resigning himself to having to explain since Logan had just witnessed it. "Logan I do not fully know who, as yet, but someone whose brain I have gone into is either consciously or unconsciously sending me emotions, they feel very familiar but also very different at the same time, I am extremely concerned."
Logan leaned on the desk resting a hip on the edge, "Is there anything we can do? You've had contact with a hell of a lot of people, am I right in guessin' it's a mutant?"
The Professor nodded his head, "Yes it is most definitely a mutant and male, but that is all I can tell."
Logan rose from the edge of the desk and walked towards the double doors, "Chuck, as soon as you figure out anything else, we can go after whomever it is."
As he strode out the doors the Professor called out to him, "Logan, I know one more thing, whomever this turns out to be, is in a place I would never want anyone to be, enemy or ally."
Logan nodded realizing the seriousness of what the Professor had just said, he left the room heading to the kitchen, and the Professor went back to looking out the window feeling deep sorrow and pity for the boy behind the feelings.
At the Boarding House
Lance stumbled out of his room, barely coherent from the small amount of sleep that he was able to grasp after the excitement of yesterday. He noticed that the others were not in much better shape then he was, except for Pietro, whose worries disappeared as fast as he did, and Tabby, who was currently no where to be seen.
Lance made an effort to speak grunting a question at Pietro as he poured a cup of coffee, "Where is Tabby? Is Todd back yet?"
Pietro looked up from the paper where he had been contemplating the comics and answered him, "Tabby is out, probably causing destruction somewhere, and Todd is still gone."
Fred was the last to speak, a worried expression across his soft features, "Y'all I'm worried about the little Toad, I mean where in the hell would he still be at? It really is not normal for him at all, and I keep having this bad feeling in the pit of my stomach, I can't even eat!!!!"
Lance and Pietro looked up immediately stunned into silence by the turn of events, if the Blob couldn't eat, then something was definitely wrong, I mean he was the Blob!
Pietro spoke up again, "Are you getting that feeling as well? I have been trying to ignore it since I got up, something was just not right when I got up, though I can't say what exactly."
Lance nodded his head confirming the strange suspicion he also had been harboring since he awoke, "If we want to find Todd, then we are gonna need some help, and you know the only person who can find Todd is........"
Pietro interrupted Lance immediately, "There is no way in hell that we are running to the X-geeks for help, I mean what the hell do you think Magneto and Mystique would say..."
"But they aren't here are they Pietro, and we have no way to get in contact with them!"
This last statement effectively shut up Pietro so he simply glared at Lance, "Alright Lance, we will go and ask for their help, but no nicey- nicey teammate shit."
Lance shuddered at the mere thought of having to coexist with Summers and the other goody two-shoes, though a few, especially the younger mutants weren't that bad, so he readily agreed.
With them agreed upon the course of action, they ordered Fred to stay at the boarding house just in case Toad actually came home, though that was getting less and less likely. After a few final instructions, Lance and Pietro left the boarding house headed towards the last place they ever thought they would be headed.
Todd's POV
Slowly I opened my eyes groaning as bright lights greeted me as I awoke from my forced slumber, this getting knocked unconscious thing was becoming way to familiar, I nearly chuckled at that observation but held it in. All I could see was white, white walls, white ceiling, white floor, white table, white chairs, everything white.
I tried to move off of the floor but found that I was chained to the ground in a kneeling position, the collar was chained directly in front of me forcing my head to look down at the ground or straight ahead, not up. My wrists were behind me, the two wristcuffs were connected by a chain that then wrapped around my waist securing the chain to the small loop in the front, the classic subservient slave position, I snorted at the unoriginality of it.
I looked down and was startled to see that they had changed my clothes again, I too was wearing white, a pair of white chinos that were hung low on my waist and no shirt. My pale skin was accented by the colorless pants, and I know that was the plan all along.
I was getting very angry and tried to release the fangs that wanted to lash out and strike, but even as I tried they would not come, I ran my tongue over my teeth and discovered that my two canines were capped, preventing the emergence of the fangs.
Father had indeed done his research. I noticed a bruise marring my arm from the earlier injection and grimaced, it would be ugly healing.
Suddenly the door opened and my father stepped inside: "Now gentlemen, let me show you the crowning achievement of our experiments, a true treasure in...multiple ways."
My father stepped forward removing the dog tags from around my neck, "This is Kirei Serpentine (aka: Beautiful Serpent) and he has several points which would make him an excellent toy, remember though that he is mine first and foremost. If you will just step over here you will see my personal mark. He is 15 years, a virgin, unbroken, and relatively unscarred. His other talents are best explained later or demonstrated now."
My father would never call me by my real name, or even the name I had chosen, always I was a description not a name. My father gestured the men over, I shuddered as I felt their gazes travel over my nearly naked body taking in all that they saw.
A few came over and ran their hands down my chest feeling the slenderness of it, one looked at the few scars that littered my arms, others looked at my face examining the collar around my neck, like I was some horse for sale.
A couple walked behind me examining the tattoo which was my father's idealized initials in red, surrounded by a black chain, it was located at the top of my right forearm, low enough that anyone would be able to see the bottom if I wore a t-shirt; I also deeply hated the memories that went with that tattoo.....
Flashback, Normal POV
A small boy, perhaps 6 or 7, clad only in a pair of green pajama bottoms and a thin leather collar is curled in the corner of yet another white room, this one containing a medical table, restraints, and machinery, it is also very chilly in the room. The boy's back is covered with lash marks, not quite deep enough to scar, and his arm looks like that of an addict, needle marks littering the veins.
The door to the room is opened and three men step in, one of them, clad in a white lab coat, is holding a cart covered with instruments that the boy has not seen before. His father is the next to enter, obviously on his way to some meeting, dressed in a black suit with a black shirt and a blood red silk tie.
The last man to enter makes the boy shudder in fear as he looks at him, he is a big man with blonde hair cut into a severe crew cut, harsh features and large hands holding a small chain with a clip on an end in one hand, and a large whip in the other. He steps in to the room and walks over to the small figure in the corner, "Get up freak, and go sit on that gurney." He points the medical exam table in the center of the room.
The boy rises slowly and wraps his arms around himself as he trembles he mutters a soft, "Yes Sir" and walks over to the table sitting on the edge. "Lay down."
The restraints were clasped tightly around the ankles and wrists pulling his arms up and taunt, and securing the strong legs. The chain that he was holding was then clasped to the collar at the neck and left to hang, it had no real purpose yet.
His father watches the exchange and smiles at the large man, "John you have worked wonders with the brat, he always would have looked at me and refused, I must commend you on your tutelage." The other (John) gives him a dark smile, "Nothin' to it, Sir. Ya just got ta know how to handle da freaks."
The man in the lab coat pulled out a long syringe and was checking it for air bubbles when his father noticed, "What is that for?" He snapped out at the man, who looked back over his shoulder when he answered, "It is a tranquilizer/anesthesia, if he moves while the markings go on he will ruin it, also since you want it right on a muscle it will hurt like hell...."
Reginald smiled darkly as he looked at John, "I don't think that will be necessary doctor, John why don't you handle this?"
John gave a salute as he walked to the top of the table and leaned down and pulled the chain to make the boy look in his eyes as he began to whisper so that only he could hear, "If you move at all, even a flinch or a grimace, I will make sure ur lessons with me run long tomorrow." He smirked and walked away as the boy's eyes grew wide and then closed and Reginald motioned the lab coat to begin.....
End Flashback
The other members of the brotherhood always wondered why I never wore t- shirts, tank tops, or went shirtless, even at the beach, this mark was the reason and I despised the man above me all the more for it.
I noticed a change to my father's body posture as he asked the men to step back for a moment, "Now I will show you what is perhaps the best feature of this slave, Serpent open your mouth."
I obeyed because I truly had no other choice and let my long tongue roll from its resting place, I heard gasps of amazement from the assembled men; I couldn't see their faces but I felt their lust roll off them in waves, disgusting me as I tried to turn off the natural sensitivity of my snake self.
My father stepped behind me and rested a hand on my head as he spoke again, "I am sure that you can all imagine what a tongue like this can do, especially with the training that he has already had, all his other abilities, some of which are listed and others to be demonstrated to the buyer as they are quite amazing"
(I shudder knowing what abilities he means and I remember past pain from other experiments and demonstrations) "I will demonstrate some later, as he will be serving us as we conclude the deal, so gentlemen shall we continue the tour?" I could hear the voice of my father fade as he led the men out of the room.
I was left alone, still chained kneeling, with only my fathers last secretly whispered words in my ears, "I will be back later my slave...."
Normal POV
Professor Charles Xavier sat in the main office of the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters with a deep look on his face as he looked out the large bay window that stretched across most of the office. Suddenly he was startled out of his contemplation by a harsh rap at the doors, he called out a brief, "Enter."
The doors swung open and Logan strolled in, it was rare for him to knock, so Xavier knew he had to have something on his mind and he waited for him to begin, it didn't take long, "Hey Chuck, you seemed out of it this morning at breakfast and the danger room, is something up?"
Xavier chuckled under his breath, Logan was the only person he knew who could ask a question like that while still appearing, for all intensive purposes, like he had just asked about the weather or the sports report. "Nothing is wrong Logan, my mind seems to be preoccupied today, that is all."
Logan leaned against the door frame as he stared at the Professor, it took a lot to distract the Professor, so something was definitely not right with the situation, "What has your mind so preoccupied, if I may ask?" Logan quirked his lips as he did a decent impression of the Professor's usual leading questions.
The Professor recognized what Logan was doing and chuckled under his breath, until he felt a stabbing pain take away his breath. He clutched his head as waves of emotions crashed into him, shame, fear, pain, humiliation, and perhaps the most disturbing, a sense of resignation to it, a sense of it being deserved.
All of a sudden it disappeared and the Professor looked up to see Logan had moved right next to him, with what passed for a worried expression on his face, "What happened?"
The Professor sighed, resigning himself to having to explain since Logan had just witnessed it. "Logan I do not fully know who, as yet, but someone whose brain I have gone into is either consciously or unconsciously sending me emotions, they feel very familiar but also very different at the same time, I am extremely concerned."
Logan leaned on the desk resting a hip on the edge, "Is there anything we can do? You've had contact with a hell of a lot of people, am I right in guessin' it's a mutant?"
The Professor nodded his head, "Yes it is most definitely a mutant and male, but that is all I can tell."
Logan rose from the edge of the desk and walked towards the double doors, "Chuck, as soon as you figure out anything else, we can go after whomever it is."
As he strode out the doors the Professor called out to him, "Logan, I know one more thing, whomever this turns out to be, is in a place I would never want anyone to be, enemy or ally."
Logan nodded realizing the seriousness of what the Professor had just said, he left the room heading to the kitchen, and the Professor went back to looking out the window feeling deep sorrow and pity for the boy behind the feelings.
At the Boarding House
Lance stumbled out of his room, barely coherent from the small amount of sleep that he was able to grasp after the excitement of yesterday. He noticed that the others were not in much better shape then he was, except for Pietro, whose worries disappeared as fast as he did, and Tabby, who was currently no where to be seen.
Lance made an effort to speak grunting a question at Pietro as he poured a cup of coffee, "Where is Tabby? Is Todd back yet?"
Pietro looked up from the paper where he had been contemplating the comics and answered him, "Tabby is out, probably causing destruction somewhere, and Todd is still gone."
Fred was the last to speak, a worried expression across his soft features, "Y'all I'm worried about the little Toad, I mean where in the hell would he still be at? It really is not normal for him at all, and I keep having this bad feeling in the pit of my stomach, I can't even eat!!!!"
Lance and Pietro looked up immediately stunned into silence by the turn of events, if the Blob couldn't eat, then something was definitely wrong, I mean he was the Blob!
Pietro spoke up again, "Are you getting that feeling as well? I have been trying to ignore it since I got up, something was just not right when I got up, though I can't say what exactly."
Lance nodded his head confirming the strange suspicion he also had been harboring since he awoke, "If we want to find Todd, then we are gonna need some help, and you know the only person who can find Todd is........"
Pietro interrupted Lance immediately, "There is no way in hell that we are running to the X-geeks for help, I mean what the hell do you think Magneto and Mystique would say..."
"But they aren't here are they Pietro, and we have no way to get in contact with them!"
This last statement effectively shut up Pietro so he simply glared at Lance, "Alright Lance, we will go and ask for their help, but no nicey- nicey teammate shit."
Lance shuddered at the mere thought of having to coexist with Summers and the other goody two-shoes, though a few, especially the younger mutants weren't that bad, so he readily agreed.
With them agreed upon the course of action, they ordered Fred to stay at the boarding house just in case Toad actually came home, though that was getting less and less likely. After a few final instructions, Lance and Pietro left the boarding house headed towards the last place they ever thought they would be headed.