Okay, I'm FINALLY back from camp and we just hooked up our computer at my new house, so I'm writing yet again. Hey, I wasn't gonna leave everybody hangin'! Ha Enjoy

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A bloodcurdling scream echoed through the Brotherhood house followed by a loud crash. "Aw, dammit!" Toad yelled, flat on his back under the now upturned couch. "It wasn't that scary!"

Sunshine, who stood by the wall nearest to the couch, smiled sheepishly at him. They were having a horror movie marathon, since neither was interested in Christmas flicks, and it was already nine o'clock at night.

When the killer on the screen brought down his clawed glove-covered hand onto his victim, Sunshine had freaked and jumped up so fast and forceful from the couch, she had broken one of its legs and accidentally caused it to flip over right onto poor Todd.

She helped him up and put the sofa back into its rightful place, though it was now at a slight angle because of it's broken leg. "Jeez, you're destructive," the green teenager bantered, turning off the television and sitting back down.

His small friend gave a quiet chuckle and whispered, almost forlornly, "Yeah, I know…" she was glad that no one was home but the two of them, since the others were all out partying. The room was completely dark without the glow of the TV, and opened the curtains before joining Todd on the couch.

Beams of moonlight shone down upon the two as they turned to one another and stared into each others eyes, a strange yet calming aura surrounding them as time seemed to stop dead in its tracks. "Todd…" Sunshine spoke softly, "Please, tell me about yourself. How did you end up here? Why did you come here? What's your past like?"

He stared at her for a moment, his golden eyes darkening as the words sunk in and he looked away. "Ah, you don't wanna hear all that stuff. I don't wanna bore you--" he felt her small hands grip his and met her fervent gaze.

"Todd, you have taken me in. You have provided food, shelter, clothing, and even someone to spend the holiday with," She scooted closer to him as she continued vehemently, "You have done more for me in just a few days than any other person I have ever come in contact with.

The least I can do is listen to what you have to say." He bowed his head and took a breath. "Well, I ran away from home cause of serious family problems. My mother was drunk as usual……"

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Giddy, drunken laughter and noisy distorted jazz filled Todd's tiny ears as he lay in his bed, staring at the bedside clock bitterly that blinked '3:06' in big red numbers.

He turned over and covered his head with his pillow, trying to block out all the nonsense that was keeping him awake, as well as the mental images: his mother dancing gracelessly across the living room with a random man, a bottle of whiskey in her hand, of course, with a smile on her face.

When the music finally faded and the full-blown hee-hawing had quieted down to a few giggles every now and then, the two of them would go to the couch, where the man would feel her up. Todd whimpered from the images he was getting. They always scared him.

Tears spilled over his cheeks and dampened his pillow when he heard the all too familiar squeaking of his moms' bed and muffled moaning. He quietly cried until the horrible sounds had died. How he hated them.

He hated hearing those sinful sounds of lust every single night.

He hated all the men that took advantage of his mother.

He hated his mother for being so careless.

He hated his father the most. About a three years ago, after a heated argument with his mother, his father had left. That was the last time he saw him. Although Todd had been happy when he left, since he was not much of a father, or husband.

Not only was he a problem drinker and smoker, but he also abused his powers as 'man of the house' rather terribly. He had used Todd's college money to buy himself a new car and clothes, and had always argued with his mom over everything.

Once he had even heard him talking about taking 'that freakish no-good kid' to the orphanage, and on several occasions smacked him rather hard across the face. Little Todd had gotten him back for that though.

Taking a pair of shoelaces from some old sneakers, Todd tied them together and stapled them on the doorframe, where his father would trip on them.

Smiling lightly, he got out of bed and went into the kitchen where he poured himself a glass of milk, but unknown to him, he was being watched. "Huh, I thought your mom would have given you up by now." The young teen was so startled by the voice he dropped his glass and it shattered into a million pieces.

He spun around to see a pair of eyes staring back at him. "Guess she's still too oblivious to see you're a mutant."

It was he. His Father.

He was sitting at the table, completely concealed by the darkness. Except for his eyes, which seemed to illuminate an evil aura and a small shiver ran up Todd's spine. "It took me a while myself. I always thought you were just ugly and had birth defects…"

He stood up. "Seems being a mutant is the latest craze. Ugh, you young people," he spat disgustedly, advancing on his son, who was frozen in place, shaking visibly. "Who would of thought? Someone of MY genes, a mutant?!"

Jumping at the increase of volume in his fathers' voice, Todd stumbled back, accidentally stepping on the many shards of glass from the broken cup and fell. Tears welled in his eyes as he desperately ripped them out of his feet, his father still coming toward him.

Grabbing the young teen by the shirt, he lifted him off his feet with ease. 'Steroids?' The question flitted through Todd's mind before he realizes his fathers' fist cocking back and, without thinking he kicked out a bloody foot and nailed the beast square in the chest.

Having the air suddenly forced out of his lungs, he unnoticeably dropped his son and clutched his chest, trying to force himself to breathe while Todd limped to his room, where he locked the door then pressed his back against it.

The stabbing pain in the soles of his feet was nearly unbearable and he briefly glanced down at the crimson footprints staining the hardwood floor before he jumped from the awful pounding on his door.

"Your kind should go back to the bowels of hell where you belong!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The thumping was getting louder and fiercer by the second and Todd wasn't sure how long he could hold him off as the dreadful sound of wood cracking and splintering and he feared this would be the end of his short life…

…And then, it stopped.

All was quiet. No yelling, no pounding, no animal-like grunts. Just sweet, sweet silence.

The soft sound of a door squeaking open broke the blissful calm. A gasp that was clearly from his mom, an angered shout from supposedly the man whom she had just slept with followed by a small 'click'.

His heart leapt up into his throat when a gunshot rang out through the night and his mother screamed. "Mommy!!" he yelled, gathering up all his courage as he threw open his badly-damaged door and ran to his mom and hugged her with all his might.

He looked down at the body that lay at his feet, blood pouring out onto the floor from the fatal head wound, but thankfully his mother was unhurt, though frozen in place with shock. His father laughed lowly as he cocked his gun.

He started to lumber towards the two, his body swaying somewhat drunkenly (probably getting high off their fear) as Todd's mother clutched her little boy protectively. "I won't let you hurt my baby!" with a sudden wave of bravery, she made a bold move and kicked the gun out of his hand.

As the pistol skidded across the floor, she punched him in the stomach, causing him to double over in pain, giving her the edge to bash him in the back of the head with her fists. She grabbed her son and ran into the living room as his father started to get up.

Plopping him down on the couch, she grabbed him a coat and helped him put it on, since he was in such a shocked state, and put a pocketknife into his hand as she put on his shoes for him. "M-mommy, w-w-what's happening?"

She kneeled down in front of him, fussing with his jacket, "It's gonna be okay baby, I promise." She picked him up and carried him to the front door, "Run. Run as far away from here as possible and don't look back!"

She kissed him on the forehead as tears fell freely from her eyes and he nodded and turned to leave, but glanced over his shoulder at her, knowing it would be the last time that he would ever see her.

"Mommy…?"

"Yes dear?"

"…. I don't hate you…"

Todd then ran off into the cold, cold world and he felt his heart break as a gunshot was heard.

"…And then I kinda lived at the school for a while, but nobody knew." Toad let out a long shuddering breath, feeling somewhat relieved now that he had gotten that off his chest.

"Where did you sleep?" Sunshine asked, gently tracing his hand with her thumbnail, being extra careful with the webbing between his fingers. He laughed lightly. "I slept in the basketball hoops in the gym."

"I bet you got rude awakenings when people would throw basketballs at you!" The albino said, trying to shake off the uneasiness his story brought her.

The two mutants looked each other in the eye after a long pause, and, with tears in their eyes and their cruel pasts finally settled, laughed themselves to sleep, each feeling a little bit freer.

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I don't know of Todd's past, and I don't think anybody else does, but I DO have a small bit of evidence that he lived with his parents, or at least his mom, cause on one episode he told somebody something that he said his mama told him once.

Yeah, so I created his past for him. Sorry I've been away for soooooo long, but I'm writing again, so, it's all good