Ok I still need a real name for my character. This chapter doesn't describe
her powers very well, but review anyway and tell me what u think.
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*Ah, I can rest here. I'll use this money he gave me. A food store. Should go in there. What are these on this shelf? Dark glasses, dark glasses like they wore! They must be here! Must get out! Wait, dark glasses would hide my eyes. I'll see if I can buy them with the money. I have some coins back. What to do with those? That candy bar looks good. And I can buy it. Good. I now have food in my stomach and dark glasses to hide my eyes. Where should I go now? People are looking at me strangely. I should leave here.*
The bell shrieked, telling everyone that it was time to get to class. Toad yawned. The bell didn't effect him. He was just waiting for something to do. No one would bother him, he would see to that. All the students were in class and the principal was no where to be found. Toad looked about and lazily flicked up a fly with his tongue. Where was Lance? Probably in class with Kitty. Imagine, actually going to class. Toad chuckled at the idea. Something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. There was a girl, probably about 15, walking in the hall. She was wearing an ugly-as-sin dress and sunglasses. She looked really lost. Toad grinned. He would have some fun with her.
*This place is empty. A few minutes ago I saw so many people in here. What happened? Did they come here? Are they waiting for me?! I should get out of here.*
The girl turned to go, but Toad leaped right in front of her, causing her to gasp. He was a little disappointed she didn't scream, but it was probably better so they wouldn't get caught. "I haven't seen you around before." He said. "Where're you from?" The girl didn't say anything, just looked at him. "Uh huh, not much of a talker are ya?" Toad inquired. A fly buzzed around them, but was immediately slapped by Toad's tongue. He looked at her for a reaction, maybe a scream, but all she did was stare at him, mouth open. Slowly she began to back away. Toad grinned to himself. This girl wasn't squeamish, but she was scared of him anyway. He started hopping to her, just as slowly.
*How did they get him to do that? They tried and tried with me, but my tongue never stretched that far. What have they done to him? Where are they now? I have to get away.*
The girl turned and ran. Toad let her turn the corner, then he leapt after her, chuckling evilly. But when he turned the corner himself, there was no one there. No other exits were with in reach here, it was like she had just disappeared. Toad sat on the floor, trying to figure out where she had gone. Thinking had never been one of his strong points. He decided to keep heading down the hall when he heard a *plop* behind him, looking down he saw the sunglasses that the girl had been wearing on the floor. Startled, Toad looked up. It looked as if her clothes were hanging in mid-air. He jumped up onto the ceiling to examine the dress. But once he started getting near, the clothes started moving away from him.
Toad didn't know what to do, so he did the most logical thing he could think of. He jumped onto the dress, sending him, and the clothes crashing to the floor. Sitting up dazed, Toad looked over and almost fell over backward. There was the girl again! She was kneeling down and looking for something. Toad picked up her sunglasses and handed to her outstretched hand. She cringed as she felt the weight in her hand, expecting to get hurt, but when nothing happened, she brought her hand close to her face to see what she had been given.
*I don't understand. He helped me. He knows who I am, but he didn't hit me or try to take me away. Is he one of them? Maybe he isn't. Well, it's too late to back away now.*
As Toad watched, the girl seemed to have come to a decision. Turning to him, she opened her eyes. Toad just stared. They were gorgeous. She had lizard eyes. "Well, that explains a lot." Toad stammered. The girl looked taken aback. "You mean. you mean you won't hurt me?" she whispered. Toad grinned. "I'm like you, a mutant. See watch." With that Toad did a leap and landed on the ceiling, staying there. The girl looked at him, and walked over to the wall. Quickly she scaled it and came over next to Toad. He was impressed. Suddenly she disappeared again, leaving only her clothes. Poking the space where she had been, he realized that she hadn't gone anywhere, but she had the ability to change colors. Wow, thought Toad, she's like a chameleon. He dropped of the ceiling and waited until she crawled back down. "I know where there's a place for you. Kinda trashy but you'd be safe. Wanna come?" The girl smiled and picked up her glasses. "Lead the way."
There were visitors at the Institute. The professor, Ororo, and Logan were all seated in the living room with a rather severe looking man. Behind him were a few more men and women that looked rather like him. "Her name is Chameleon." he explained. Logan growled. "What's her real name? What was she, some sort of experiment?" The severe man regarded Logan with disgust. "She didn't give us a name. We found her alone. In the woods. We decided to take her in, it was a chance to learn about mutants. Later when she trusted us more, she was sent on certain missions." "What kind of missions would these be?" asked the professor. The man fidgeted uncomfortably. "They were only tests to see what she was capable of. Small things like gaining information, checking on things." he trailed off. It was easy to see he was lying. Logan growled, but Ororo laid a hand on his shoulder, leading him out of the room.
The professor watched them go and turned to face his visitors. "What powers does she possess that makes her so important?" The man relaxed a bit at this question. " It's not her powers, it what she knows. If her intelligence was found by the wrong people then we would have a true crisis on our hands." With that the man turned to leave, not giving any explanation to the professor, nor giving him any help as to find the girl. The professor frowned as they left. They were hiding something, something that was locked up in their brains so that he couldn't find it. If they had really wanted the professor's help, they would have given him a better description of the Chameleon. Sighing, he went to go see if Cerebro would help unravel the mysteries.
*Ah, I can rest here. I'll use this money he gave me. A food store. Should go in there. What are these on this shelf? Dark glasses, dark glasses like they wore! They must be here! Must get out! Wait, dark glasses would hide my eyes. I'll see if I can buy them with the money. I have some coins back. What to do with those? That candy bar looks good. And I can buy it. Good. I now have food in my stomach and dark glasses to hide my eyes. Where should I go now? People are looking at me strangely. I should leave here.*
The bell shrieked, telling everyone that it was time to get to class. Toad yawned. The bell didn't effect him. He was just waiting for something to do. No one would bother him, he would see to that. All the students were in class and the principal was no where to be found. Toad looked about and lazily flicked up a fly with his tongue. Where was Lance? Probably in class with Kitty. Imagine, actually going to class. Toad chuckled at the idea. Something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. There was a girl, probably about 15, walking in the hall. She was wearing an ugly-as-sin dress and sunglasses. She looked really lost. Toad grinned. He would have some fun with her.
*This place is empty. A few minutes ago I saw so many people in here. What happened? Did they come here? Are they waiting for me?! I should get out of here.*
The girl turned to go, but Toad leaped right in front of her, causing her to gasp. He was a little disappointed she didn't scream, but it was probably better so they wouldn't get caught. "I haven't seen you around before." He said. "Where're you from?" The girl didn't say anything, just looked at him. "Uh huh, not much of a talker are ya?" Toad inquired. A fly buzzed around them, but was immediately slapped by Toad's tongue. He looked at her for a reaction, maybe a scream, but all she did was stare at him, mouth open. Slowly she began to back away. Toad grinned to himself. This girl wasn't squeamish, but she was scared of him anyway. He started hopping to her, just as slowly.
*How did they get him to do that? They tried and tried with me, but my tongue never stretched that far. What have they done to him? Where are they now? I have to get away.*
The girl turned and ran. Toad let her turn the corner, then he leapt after her, chuckling evilly. But when he turned the corner himself, there was no one there. No other exits were with in reach here, it was like she had just disappeared. Toad sat on the floor, trying to figure out where she had gone. Thinking had never been one of his strong points. He decided to keep heading down the hall when he heard a *plop* behind him, looking down he saw the sunglasses that the girl had been wearing on the floor. Startled, Toad looked up. It looked as if her clothes were hanging in mid-air. He jumped up onto the ceiling to examine the dress. But once he started getting near, the clothes started moving away from him.
Toad didn't know what to do, so he did the most logical thing he could think of. He jumped onto the dress, sending him, and the clothes crashing to the floor. Sitting up dazed, Toad looked over and almost fell over backward. There was the girl again! She was kneeling down and looking for something. Toad picked up her sunglasses and handed to her outstretched hand. She cringed as she felt the weight in her hand, expecting to get hurt, but when nothing happened, she brought her hand close to her face to see what she had been given.
*I don't understand. He helped me. He knows who I am, but he didn't hit me or try to take me away. Is he one of them? Maybe he isn't. Well, it's too late to back away now.*
As Toad watched, the girl seemed to have come to a decision. Turning to him, she opened her eyes. Toad just stared. They were gorgeous. She had lizard eyes. "Well, that explains a lot." Toad stammered. The girl looked taken aback. "You mean. you mean you won't hurt me?" she whispered. Toad grinned. "I'm like you, a mutant. See watch." With that Toad did a leap and landed on the ceiling, staying there. The girl looked at him, and walked over to the wall. Quickly she scaled it and came over next to Toad. He was impressed. Suddenly she disappeared again, leaving only her clothes. Poking the space where she had been, he realized that she hadn't gone anywhere, but she had the ability to change colors. Wow, thought Toad, she's like a chameleon. He dropped of the ceiling and waited until she crawled back down. "I know where there's a place for you. Kinda trashy but you'd be safe. Wanna come?" The girl smiled and picked up her glasses. "Lead the way."
There were visitors at the Institute. The professor, Ororo, and Logan were all seated in the living room with a rather severe looking man. Behind him were a few more men and women that looked rather like him. "Her name is Chameleon." he explained. Logan growled. "What's her real name? What was she, some sort of experiment?" The severe man regarded Logan with disgust. "She didn't give us a name. We found her alone. In the woods. We decided to take her in, it was a chance to learn about mutants. Later when she trusted us more, she was sent on certain missions." "What kind of missions would these be?" asked the professor. The man fidgeted uncomfortably. "They were only tests to see what she was capable of. Small things like gaining information, checking on things." he trailed off. It was easy to see he was lying. Logan growled, but Ororo laid a hand on his shoulder, leading him out of the room.
The professor watched them go and turned to face his visitors. "What powers does she possess that makes her so important?" The man relaxed a bit at this question. " It's not her powers, it what she knows. If her intelligence was found by the wrong people then we would have a true crisis on our hands." With that the man turned to leave, not giving any explanation to the professor, nor giving him any help as to find the girl. The professor frowned as they left. They were hiding something, something that was locked up in their brains so that he couldn't find it. If they had really wanted the professor's help, they would have given him a better description of the Chameleon. Sighing, he went to go see if Cerebro would help unravel the mysteries.