A/N: Holy crap on a crusty cracker! I think I made the honor roll, my lowest grade was a B- in history. Go me! Go me! On second thought... its kinda hard not to ace the classes I take. I mean, seriously. Photo, drama, American lit, sculpture, studio art 2, and history. How can I fail?

This chapter goes from Damia's point of view to Toad's and back and forth between them a few times so... keep an eye out for that.

The six foot replica of the Statue of Liberty, for some reason, made Damia shiver as she passed by it. Everything was eerily quiet and she couldn't help but feel slightly nervous as she walked with Logan, Jean, Scott, and Ororo. They all kept their guard up as they headed for the torch, where Rogue was being held captive by Magneto and Sabretooth.

Out of nowhere the group was attacked by a blue woman. Mystique was quick to hit and run. In his fury, Logan went after her.

"Great," Damia said sarcastically.

Scott turned to her and said, "Damia, go ahead and scout. But don't go too far."

With a nod Damia ran ahead. Everything was still silent and she couldn't help but feel a little worried. She cautiously walked along, her hand at the flask and lighter she kept on her belt. If she needed her powers it would be a matter of spilling some water or flicking her lighter on. Damia nearly jumped out of her skin when someone called her name from behind.

She spun around to see an injured Logan standing in front of her, grasping his bleeding side.

"Logan?" She stepped forward. "What the hell happened?"

Logan staggered forward. "Mystique, she got me pretty good." He almost fell and Damia jumped forward to catch him.

She sagged under his weight as she said, "Where is she now?"

But there was no answer, just a horrible pain in the back of her head. Damia hit the floor unconscious. Logan stood up straight, his eyes flashed yellow as he dropped a miniature souvenir of the Statue. He walked off to find the others.

Toad jumped up and clung to the ceiling, laughing wildly to himself. I wish I had a camera for the reaction of the bloody git when I slimed her. The corners of his lips turned up in a smile while his fingertips excreted a small amount of sticky substance. His black eyes scanned the room, Ororo had been right behind him a moment ago and he would have to fight her soon.

Suddenly, he froze. Toad's eyes rested on a figure sprawled on the floor. He hopped down to the floor and slowly walked over to her. Squatting down he could see the light reflect in her golden brown hair. She didn't look like she was alive. With a trembling hand he took her wrist and felt for a pulse, his own heart beating faster than normal.

She was alive. He let out a sigh of relief and gently rolled Damia onto her back. He couldn't believe how peaceful she looked, not to mention how beautiful. One of his green, clammy hands ran gently across her pale skin, brushing away a stand of hair. For a brief moment he wondered what his life would be like if she were dead but he quickly shook that idea out of his head.

"Get away from her," shouted someone from behind.

Toad, taken by surprise, leapt to the ceiling again. Below him Ororo the Weatherwitch was glaring up at him. She's a raving loony if she thinks I did that to Damia. Ororo kept her eyes on Toad as she made her way to Damia's unconscious body and felt for a pulse. Satisfied, she stood up. Toad knew she was ready for a fight.

Toad forced Ororo into physical combat to keep her from using her powers on him. He was mainly the one throwing the punches while Ororo blocked and dodged. Finally he jumped into the air and with a spinning kick, knocked her down an elevator shaft.

Now that he wasn't fighting he hurried over to Damia, wishing she could heal as fast as he could. He began to gather her up in his arms, unsure of where he was going to bring her. There was a loud ping! from the elevator and Toad looked over his shoulder.

The doors flew open and an angry looking Storm floated out, her white hair crackling with electricity. Toad's eyes narrowed and he set Damia down, ready for another fight with the Weatherwitch.

Despite the fact that Toad was physically ready for the fight, his mind was elsewhere. During the battle he kept looking to the body on the floor, this was a big mistake. Ororo got a few good hits in and before he knew what was going on, his tongue was the only thing keeping him from flying away in the wild wind.

Pain throbbed through Damia'shead as she came to. As she opened her eyes, her ears were filled with the familiar voice of Ororo.

"Do you know what happens to a Toad when he struck by lightning," she asked in such a tone that it sent chills down Damia's spine.

Suddenly the scene became clear to her. Mortimer was flapping in the wind while his long tongue held him to the rail of the balcony. Outside, the sky was black with storm clouds and Damia could hear the rumbling of thunder. Oh God, No!

Time slowed down as Damia scrambled to her feet. Her short legs carried her across the tile floor as fast as they could. Thunder rumbled loudly. And Ororo's voice could be heard.

"The same thing that happens to everything else," she said, finishing her little riddle just as Damia had reached the railing.

The white bolt of electricity was coming down fast. Damia had just wretched Toad's tongue free and he flew into the roaring winds. The intended target of the hundreds of thousands of volts of electricity was gone, but there was someplace nearby for it go.

The intense heat and pain that was brought to Damia's body was unlike any she had ever felt before. The horrible sensation was soon gone as blackness engulfed her.

After that there was only a flash of something. A green face and green-brown hair hovered above her,tears streaking down the cheeks from the black eyes. There was a voice to go with the face and hair.

"Please," it said to her from a great distance but she could still hear the accent in the croaking voice. "Please, don't be dead. I'll go straight, I swear on my life. No more crime." The voice and face were fading as the blackness took over again. "Just please wake up, Damia. I lo-" It was gone.

The whole world was lost to the darkness.

Okay I think this is a good place to end the story. NOT! I know I said this would be the last but I lied. I can't just leave it here... so many unanswered questions to be... answered.

Oh! Just got a review alert. Thank you Whisky Lullaby!!! You're awesome. And yes we will take over the world... er... uh... make lots and lots of furry hats for people. Yeah, that's it! Furry hats!