Second Time Round
Still, by: ProFool
Disclaimer: Now, I could say, "I own Marvel comics" cause I have bought a few. Then I could say I own Todd cause I have a Todd model on top of my computer.
Warning: X-Men: Evolution Comic spoilers in this one. If you haven't read the comic "Hearing Things" and you don't want to know about 'the bus incident' RUN! If your okay with some slight spoilers from comics that you may never read then go right ahead.
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Todd's eyes snapped open, he wanted to figure out when he was as fast as possible. The first thing that caught his attention was his accelerated heart rate, the second was the semi-truck headed straight for the bus he was driving.
Todd knew instantly what was going on, this was one day he had tried to forget throughout his entire life. It was the day he'd decided to end it all and take as many of his tormentors with him as a hijacked bus could carry. It was also the day Todd found out there were others out there like him. Scott Summers pulled hard on the steering wheel forcing it to veer away from the truck, but Scott had forgotten the cliff.
Last time Scott had knocked over a street light with his powers. It had stopped the bus by flipping it on its side, the only one to suffer any major injuries had been Todd. At the time Todd wished they'd just kill him, but looking back a few cracked ribs seemed like quite good deal for a new lease on life.
This time Todd decided for an even better deal, he slammed on the brakes and veered back onto the road just as the truck passed. Todd couldn't help smiling at himself, he'd already managed to stop a school bus from flipping over and he'd only been in the past for about two minutes tops.
Scott reached over and pulled the keys out of the transmission. Jean was busily trying to assist the authorized school bus driver in removing a thick layer of slime from his face. In the back the students were slowly recovering one boy was sobbing softly trying to conceal the tears in his eyes, a dazed girl asked if it was over, another whipped out her cell phone. The bus driver had finally regained his composure with Jean's help.
"Everyone, single file, off the bus." He ordered and the students obeyed. As the girl with the cell phone passed by she half whispered to the driver that the police were on their way. Todd could hear the sirens already.
Getting arrested wasn't very high up on Todd's to do list, so lept from the driver seat and out the door. There were only two flaws in his escape plan, Jean and Scott. Jean stopped Todd in mid air for a split second, but that was all it took for Scott to tackle him. Todd didn't fight back too much against Scott, for fear of knocking the kid's glasses off.
When the police arrived at the scene, they quickly pulled Scott away from Todd. Fighting the police was a different story entirely. Todd was still getting accustomed to being fifteen and weak again. He managed to kick the first cop off of him without too much trouble. His partner rushed over to prevent Todd's escape, but Todd lept out of the way and used his tongue to trip the officer.
Todd crouched preparing to make his getaway by jumping over the students that had formed a human barrier while watching the fight. Unfortunately Todd hadn't been paying due attention to the first officer, the older man had crept up behind the young mutant, a swift hit with his nightstick knocked Todd to the ground unconscious.
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Todd's eyes fluttered open, two full-grown men at least double his size, were half dragging him down a long corridor. Todd moved to hit one of the men only to realize his arms were tightly bound to his sides by a straitjacket. There was no point in trying to fight the men, what he needed was an escape plan.
Slowly Todd scanned the corridor: barred windows, thick metal doors, almost everything else was solid concrete, except a large metal vault in the center of the room. Todd continued looking at the vault, trying to figure out what it could be used for. There was a lot of machinery connected to it, almost as if the walls were meant to move. Then something of true importance caught Todd's eye the roof of the vault was connected to the ventilation shaft; that meant an escape route for those that could reach the ceiling.
As the two men led Todd down another hallway, a new thought troubled him. Why hook up a ventilation system to a vault? Unless that thing wasn't a vault at all, what if it was a cell? One of the men reached opened up a door at the end of the hallway. It opened to reveal a low security cell, equipped with nothing more than most prison cells, but it did have a large barred window and it was hooked up to the ventilation system.
The two men unceremoniously deposited Todd inside and left without ever noticing he'd regained consciousness. Todd managed to get back on his feet; despite the fact he couldn't use his arms. Todd wondered a bit if Houdini was a mutant, as he used his tongue to free himself from the straitjacket.
The barred windows made for an effective ladder that brought Todd up to the same hight as the air vent. He propelled himself across to it feet first smashing in the grill, then he pulled himself out again and proceeded head first. Except for the small amount of light that managed to filter through the dingy window panes and work its way past the grills, Todd was in the dark. Todd felt he could find his way back to the main corridor, but he had no clue where to go after that.
After a few minutes of crawling flat on his stomach, Todd came across a section of the ventilation system that led straight down. It led into the large vault-like cell from the corridor he'd first regained consciousness in. Getting over the gap wouldn't prove too much trouble, but Todd couldn't help wondering about who needed such a cell.
Todd didn't want to ask, he didn't want to even guess, but deep down he knew who had been living in that wretched cell for eight years. Todd shook his sadly, she hated him, always, she had chosen death over him . . . and yet, couldn't he change all that.
"Wanda?" Todd called softly half choking on dust. He knew he couldn't perform any rescue attempt now, but he could promise her one would come. Give her hope. No one answered for a couple beats. He tried again a bit louder, "Wanda?"
Finally Wanda answered, "Who's there? Pietro?" she sounded unsure, but hopeful.
"No, but he's a friend of mine, I'm Todd." He told her gaining some confidence. True Pietro and he weren't friends yet, but he didn't see any harm in bending the truth for a good cause.
"Have you come to let me out?" She called up excitedly. Todd was more reluctant to answer this time. "Todd?" She asked worriedly.
"I can't now, but later I'll come back with Pietro." Todd said hurriedly, hoping she wouldn't get mad at him.
Wanda was silent for a while. "I can wait." She said at length. Todd cringed at the disappointment in her voice.
"I have to go now Wanda, I promise I'll come back." Todd swore before dragging himself over the gap.
"Goodbye, Todd." Wanda sighed sadly as he departed.
Todd crawled onward determinedly although he didn't know where he was going. He came to a fork in the ventilation system and looked down both tunnels. The left one ended in a fan that meant an exit if he could remove said fan. Todd turned down the right tunnel and began pushing himself feet first toward the fan. Once he came to the fan, Todd flipped him onto his back to brace himself.
Fortunately the fan blades weren't moving very fast, and years of exposure to the element had left it rusted and easily broken by a couple good kicks. With the fan gone Todd dropped down into an alleyway. "Bet Lance didn't spend his first day back in an asylum." Todd thought to himself as he tried to wipe off some of the dust that had accumulated on his trip through the air vent. He cast a quick glance back at the building before he set off to put as much distance as he could between it and him.
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Next Chapter: Lance! If he wasn't in an asylum what was he doing?
Read, Review, Ask Questions, Send Death Threats, Click On Anti-XYo at the top, Repeat with more stories. Now I'm going to sleep.
Review Response: I only got four so I can respond to each person individually.
Dark Jaded Rose: You're a Fred fan? That's awesome! I like Fred, I think he's the most stable guy in the Brotherhood. He seems like the strong silent type that's there to make sure no one gets hurt. Hope you're enjoying the story, of course Freddy will be in it later.
Todd Fan: I read the story that you killed Forge in, my favorite part was all the name Pyro came up with for the kid. Yes, sadly I killed Forge, but he'll be alive later on...in the past. How does that work? I'm not gonna hurt my brain thinking about it, but he'll be back. He's in Middleverse right now of course.
Tom: Hope this was fast enough. Would have been done earlier, but I couldn't find my recording of "Hex Factor". I wanted to watch it to get a better idea of how the asylum was set up. Looked through all my tapes, then of course I found it in the VCR. Now I live in fear that I shall be killed by an avalanche of tapes that I've stacked on top of my TV.
Snitter in Rivendell: Voodoo is one of the few O.C.s I approve of. As for Todd paying attention while Lance wasn't. Lance wanted to go back and see Kitty, he didn't care how. Sure he wants to repair past mistakes, but a lot of his mistakes involved losing Kitty. Todd toned down a lot over the years he's a lot more serious, you'll see why later.
Still, by: ProFool
Disclaimer: Now, I could say, "I own Marvel comics" cause I have bought a few. Then I could say I own Todd cause I have a Todd model on top of my computer.
Warning: X-Men: Evolution Comic spoilers in this one. If you haven't read the comic "Hearing Things" and you don't want to know about 'the bus incident' RUN! If your okay with some slight spoilers from comics that you may never read then go right ahead.
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Todd's eyes snapped open, he wanted to figure out when he was as fast as possible. The first thing that caught his attention was his accelerated heart rate, the second was the semi-truck headed straight for the bus he was driving.
Todd knew instantly what was going on, this was one day he had tried to forget throughout his entire life. It was the day he'd decided to end it all and take as many of his tormentors with him as a hijacked bus could carry. It was also the day Todd found out there were others out there like him. Scott Summers pulled hard on the steering wheel forcing it to veer away from the truck, but Scott had forgotten the cliff.
Last time Scott had knocked over a street light with his powers. It had stopped the bus by flipping it on its side, the only one to suffer any major injuries had been Todd. At the time Todd wished they'd just kill him, but looking back a few cracked ribs seemed like quite good deal for a new lease on life.
This time Todd decided for an even better deal, he slammed on the brakes and veered back onto the road just as the truck passed. Todd couldn't help smiling at himself, he'd already managed to stop a school bus from flipping over and he'd only been in the past for about two minutes tops.
Scott reached over and pulled the keys out of the transmission. Jean was busily trying to assist the authorized school bus driver in removing a thick layer of slime from his face. In the back the students were slowly recovering one boy was sobbing softly trying to conceal the tears in his eyes, a dazed girl asked if it was over, another whipped out her cell phone. The bus driver had finally regained his composure with Jean's help.
"Everyone, single file, off the bus." He ordered and the students obeyed. As the girl with the cell phone passed by she half whispered to the driver that the police were on their way. Todd could hear the sirens already.
Getting arrested wasn't very high up on Todd's to do list, so lept from the driver seat and out the door. There were only two flaws in his escape plan, Jean and Scott. Jean stopped Todd in mid air for a split second, but that was all it took for Scott to tackle him. Todd didn't fight back too much against Scott, for fear of knocking the kid's glasses off.
When the police arrived at the scene, they quickly pulled Scott away from Todd. Fighting the police was a different story entirely. Todd was still getting accustomed to being fifteen and weak again. He managed to kick the first cop off of him without too much trouble. His partner rushed over to prevent Todd's escape, but Todd lept out of the way and used his tongue to trip the officer.
Todd crouched preparing to make his getaway by jumping over the students that had formed a human barrier while watching the fight. Unfortunately Todd hadn't been paying due attention to the first officer, the older man had crept up behind the young mutant, a swift hit with his nightstick knocked Todd to the ground unconscious.
XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX
Todd's eyes fluttered open, two full-grown men at least double his size, were half dragging him down a long corridor. Todd moved to hit one of the men only to realize his arms were tightly bound to his sides by a straitjacket. There was no point in trying to fight the men, what he needed was an escape plan.
Slowly Todd scanned the corridor: barred windows, thick metal doors, almost everything else was solid concrete, except a large metal vault in the center of the room. Todd continued looking at the vault, trying to figure out what it could be used for. There was a lot of machinery connected to it, almost as if the walls were meant to move. Then something of true importance caught Todd's eye the roof of the vault was connected to the ventilation shaft; that meant an escape route for those that could reach the ceiling.
As the two men led Todd down another hallway, a new thought troubled him. Why hook up a ventilation system to a vault? Unless that thing wasn't a vault at all, what if it was a cell? One of the men reached opened up a door at the end of the hallway. It opened to reveal a low security cell, equipped with nothing more than most prison cells, but it did have a large barred window and it was hooked up to the ventilation system.
The two men unceremoniously deposited Todd inside and left without ever noticing he'd regained consciousness. Todd managed to get back on his feet; despite the fact he couldn't use his arms. Todd wondered a bit if Houdini was a mutant, as he used his tongue to free himself from the straitjacket.
The barred windows made for an effective ladder that brought Todd up to the same hight as the air vent. He propelled himself across to it feet first smashing in the grill, then he pulled himself out again and proceeded head first. Except for the small amount of light that managed to filter through the dingy window panes and work its way past the grills, Todd was in the dark. Todd felt he could find his way back to the main corridor, but he had no clue where to go after that.
After a few minutes of crawling flat on his stomach, Todd came across a section of the ventilation system that led straight down. It led into the large vault-like cell from the corridor he'd first regained consciousness in. Getting over the gap wouldn't prove too much trouble, but Todd couldn't help wondering about who needed such a cell.
Todd didn't want to ask, he didn't want to even guess, but deep down he knew who had been living in that wretched cell for eight years. Todd shook his sadly, she hated him, always, she had chosen death over him . . . and yet, couldn't he change all that.
"Wanda?" Todd called softly half choking on dust. He knew he couldn't perform any rescue attempt now, but he could promise her one would come. Give her hope. No one answered for a couple beats. He tried again a bit louder, "Wanda?"
Finally Wanda answered, "Who's there? Pietro?" she sounded unsure, but hopeful.
"No, but he's a friend of mine, I'm Todd." He told her gaining some confidence. True Pietro and he weren't friends yet, but he didn't see any harm in bending the truth for a good cause.
"Have you come to let me out?" She called up excitedly. Todd was more reluctant to answer this time. "Todd?" She asked worriedly.
"I can't now, but later I'll come back with Pietro." Todd said hurriedly, hoping she wouldn't get mad at him.
Wanda was silent for a while. "I can wait." She said at length. Todd cringed at the disappointment in her voice.
"I have to go now Wanda, I promise I'll come back." Todd swore before dragging himself over the gap.
"Goodbye, Todd." Wanda sighed sadly as he departed.
Todd crawled onward determinedly although he didn't know where he was going. He came to a fork in the ventilation system and looked down both tunnels. The left one ended in a fan that meant an exit if he could remove said fan. Todd turned down the right tunnel and began pushing himself feet first toward the fan. Once he came to the fan, Todd flipped him onto his back to brace himself.
Fortunately the fan blades weren't moving very fast, and years of exposure to the element had left it rusted and easily broken by a couple good kicks. With the fan gone Todd dropped down into an alleyway. "Bet Lance didn't spend his first day back in an asylum." Todd thought to himself as he tried to wipe off some of the dust that had accumulated on his trip through the air vent. He cast a quick glance back at the building before he set off to put as much distance as he could between it and him.
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Next Chapter: Lance! If he wasn't in an asylum what was he doing?
Read, Review, Ask Questions, Send Death Threats, Click On Anti-XYo at the top, Repeat with more stories. Now I'm going to sleep.
Review Response: I only got four so I can respond to each person individually.
Dark Jaded Rose: You're a Fred fan? That's awesome! I like Fred, I think he's the most stable guy in the Brotherhood. He seems like the strong silent type that's there to make sure no one gets hurt. Hope you're enjoying the story, of course Freddy will be in it later.
Todd Fan: I read the story that you killed Forge in, my favorite part was all the name Pyro came up with for the kid. Yes, sadly I killed Forge, but he'll be alive later on...in the past. How does that work? I'm not gonna hurt my brain thinking about it, but he'll be back. He's in Middleverse right now of course.
Tom: Hope this was fast enough. Would have been done earlier, but I couldn't find my recording of "Hex Factor". I wanted to watch it to get a better idea of how the asylum was set up. Looked through all my tapes, then of course I found it in the VCR. Now I live in fear that I shall be killed by an avalanche of tapes that I've stacked on top of my TV.
Snitter in Rivendell: Voodoo is one of the few O.C.s I approve of. As for Todd paying attention while Lance wasn't. Lance wanted to go back and see Kitty, he didn't care how. Sure he wants to repair past mistakes, but a lot of his mistakes involved losing Kitty. Todd toned down a lot over the years he's a lot more serious, you'll see why later.