As pathetic as it is this story has become my main hobby of interest so expect a lot of updates in the nearby future!
Guin: Your catching on to my plan! Stop being so clever or I'll have to get my flame-thrower out!
Italia12: Ray Park may be hot, but there is no denying that he is the centerpiece of evil!
Thanks for the reviews everyone.
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"We were all very lucky." Repeated Robert Jackson for about the fifth time. This time his comment received no response, but the first few times he said it a whirl of agreeing feedback headed his way.
"I still can't believe it." Muttered Eva over her quickly growing cold hot chocolate
Sarah joined the silent and morbid looking group at the kitchen table. They sat in silence for several moments each completing their own thoughts. Eva had a hard time believing that this still wasn't some weird dream that had turned into a nightmare. After answering a few question by the police they were escorted home with the promise that a squad car would be patrolling their street every ten minutes. It was hard to digest the idea that people were actually trying to kill the chair people inside the building at the time. But apparently something with their explosion device went wrong and they distracted far too much attention than wanted so one of them who had been out of sight began the little earthquake to clear the scene. But police believed they didn't continue on with their plans because of the number of people involved at the time.
"Do they even have the faintest idea who was responsible for such a thing?" Asked Eva's mother carefully.
"No." Replied her husband with a frustrated tone that actually scared Eva a little and forced her to look at the angry man now leaving the table.
"Apparently, they don't even have any suspects in custody." He paused for several more minutes as if deciding whether to continue with his answer.
"Security should have been more watchful... And what if they had succeed with their plans?!" He huffed the expression as though he didn't want to even mention the worse case possibility
The room grew silent once again. And Eva's now icy cold chocolate drink was been victim to her spoon as she tried to stir away the negative thoughts.
"Do they know if that one lady is going to make it Dad?" She asked through gritted teeth.
One more sad name to add to the near tragedy as a seven month pregnant woman had gotten trampled in the crowd forcing complications with her baby and premature labor.
"Well...I talked to Barbaric earlier and he said that at this point the odd aren't in favor. But if she and her baby make it through the night then their probably out of the woods."
"I'm going to bed." Eva said shortly as her father made that statement. Her chair squeaked painfully as she backed out of the room and made it for the stairway.
"Goodnight honey." Said her mother.
"Sweet dreams..."
Not bothering to go through the exhausting act of getting changed Eva slummed into her unmade bed and fingered the closed latch of her nearby window before she took a vase that held a recent gift and placed it in the garbage pale nearby.
A bitter tear slid down her cheek as her tiredness gave in to her request to sleep.
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"What in the hell was that suppost to be?!" Yelled the enraged mutant as he stormed into Magneto's office without noticing the rest of the confused bodies nearby.
"We were just wondering the same thing." Said the older mutant calmly. "We were hoping you could tell us..."
"Wait a minute! You mean you didn't set that up?" Asked Toad.
Magneto sighed with impatience. "Of course not."
"But whoever did definitely had a deadly agenda." Observed Sabertooth. Mystique nodded in agreement.
"Where were you all day Mortimer?" She said looking at his disheveled form with more than just her eyes.
"Doing my god damn job." He retreated quickly.
She rolled her eyes and was about to reply when Magneto did it for her.
"You missed the check in again today Mortimer. How is your progress with the Jackson girl anyway?"
The other mutants in the room eyed him suspiciously as he searched his brain for an appropriate answer.
"Fine." He said simply enough. Magneto gave him one of those know-it-all smiles that just made Toad want to break his jaw, but restraining himself he asked more questions.
"Are we saying theres a new player to this game?"
The room was branded with silence. "Sabertooth will take care of this latest interference, you just worry about what your suppost to do." He said accusingly.
Huffing with an annoying sigh Toad retreated to his room taking his enraged temper back to the punching back once more.
Filled with self loathing and disgust he continued to replay the scene over and over in his head. And with each punch he brought himself closer and closer to that hateful look in her eye. How could he of possibly complicated for even a second that she was different? He wanted to smack himself, she was just like every other closed-minded human being he had ever encountered.
And yet he had seen that look from so many people before. Why couldn't she be different? Why did he, this freak of a person have to end up losing any opportunities at friendship?
He stopped his rampage on the helpless punching bag and sat in a folded out chair.
Because he was a freak that was why. He was an outcast. Branded for life by a few strings of DNA that decided that he should be a mutant.
He was a freak to the world and that was never going to change.
And neither was she.
He could feel his brow furrow at the realization and standing up he proceeded to hurt the punching bag in more deranged ways as kicks from every angle headed it's way. He had done enough observing. There was no need to go near Eva Johnson until Saturday...
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Aww! Once again poor Toad is all alone!
Guin: Your catching on to my plan! Stop being so clever or I'll have to get my flame-thrower out!
Italia12: Ray Park may be hot, but there is no denying that he is the centerpiece of evil!
Thanks for the reviews everyone.
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"We were all very lucky." Repeated Robert Jackson for about the fifth time. This time his comment received no response, but the first few times he said it a whirl of agreeing feedback headed his way.
"I still can't believe it." Muttered Eva over her quickly growing cold hot chocolate
Sarah joined the silent and morbid looking group at the kitchen table. They sat in silence for several moments each completing their own thoughts. Eva had a hard time believing that this still wasn't some weird dream that had turned into a nightmare. After answering a few question by the police they were escorted home with the promise that a squad car would be patrolling their street every ten minutes. It was hard to digest the idea that people were actually trying to kill the chair people inside the building at the time. But apparently something with their explosion device went wrong and they distracted far too much attention than wanted so one of them who had been out of sight began the little earthquake to clear the scene. But police believed they didn't continue on with their plans because of the number of people involved at the time.
"Do they even have the faintest idea who was responsible for such a thing?" Asked Eva's mother carefully.
"No." Replied her husband with a frustrated tone that actually scared Eva a little and forced her to look at the angry man now leaving the table.
"Apparently, they don't even have any suspects in custody." He paused for several more minutes as if deciding whether to continue with his answer.
"Security should have been more watchful... And what if they had succeed with their plans?!" He huffed the expression as though he didn't want to even mention the worse case possibility
The room grew silent once again. And Eva's now icy cold chocolate drink was been victim to her spoon as she tried to stir away the negative thoughts.
"Do they know if that one lady is going to make it Dad?" She asked through gritted teeth.
One more sad name to add to the near tragedy as a seven month pregnant woman had gotten trampled in the crowd forcing complications with her baby and premature labor.
"Well...I talked to Barbaric earlier and he said that at this point the odd aren't in favor. But if she and her baby make it through the night then their probably out of the woods."
"I'm going to bed." Eva said shortly as her father made that statement. Her chair squeaked painfully as she backed out of the room and made it for the stairway.
"Goodnight honey." Said her mother.
"Sweet dreams..."
Not bothering to go through the exhausting act of getting changed Eva slummed into her unmade bed and fingered the closed latch of her nearby window before she took a vase that held a recent gift and placed it in the garbage pale nearby.
A bitter tear slid down her cheek as her tiredness gave in to her request to sleep.
()()()()()()()
"What in the hell was that suppost to be?!" Yelled the enraged mutant as he stormed into Magneto's office without noticing the rest of the confused bodies nearby.
"We were just wondering the same thing." Said the older mutant calmly. "We were hoping you could tell us..."
"Wait a minute! You mean you didn't set that up?" Asked Toad.
Magneto sighed with impatience. "Of course not."
"But whoever did definitely had a deadly agenda." Observed Sabertooth. Mystique nodded in agreement.
"Where were you all day Mortimer?" She said looking at his disheveled form with more than just her eyes.
"Doing my god damn job." He retreated quickly.
She rolled her eyes and was about to reply when Magneto did it for her.
"You missed the check in again today Mortimer. How is your progress with the Jackson girl anyway?"
The other mutants in the room eyed him suspiciously as he searched his brain for an appropriate answer.
"Fine." He said simply enough. Magneto gave him one of those know-it-all smiles that just made Toad want to break his jaw, but restraining himself he asked more questions.
"Are we saying theres a new player to this game?"
The room was branded with silence. "Sabertooth will take care of this latest interference, you just worry about what your suppost to do." He said accusingly.
Huffing with an annoying sigh Toad retreated to his room taking his enraged temper back to the punching back once more.
Filled with self loathing and disgust he continued to replay the scene over and over in his head. And with each punch he brought himself closer and closer to that hateful look in her eye. How could he of possibly complicated for even a second that she was different? He wanted to smack himself, she was just like every other closed-minded human being he had ever encountered.
And yet he had seen that look from so many people before. Why couldn't she be different? Why did he, this freak of a person have to end up losing any opportunities at friendship?
He stopped his rampage on the helpless punching bag and sat in a folded out chair.
Because he was a freak that was why. He was an outcast. Branded for life by a few strings of DNA that decided that he should be a mutant.
He was a freak to the world and that was never going to change.
And neither was she.
He could feel his brow furrow at the realization and standing up he proceeded to hurt the punching bag in more deranged ways as kicks from every angle headed it's way. He had done enough observing. There was no need to go near Eva Johnson until Saturday...
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Aww! Once again poor Toad is all alone!
