I actually had this and another chapter or two already written up. Since I am working on several different stories and have A LOT going on right now I probably wont get anything new up for a while.
You can yell at me in about two weeks from this last update if you want. K?
Oh, and I don't own X-men:evolution, only my own charecters who will be mentioned later.
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Settling back on his cot to wait, he pushed thoughts of his escape out of his head. The more he thought about it, the more likely he would be to act differently. If the others suspected something of him he was dead meat. Instead he thought of ways to get the meat he craved. Hmmm, can't buy it, try to steal it and I'd get caught, what else is there? Hunting it down?, he thought sarcastically. On second thought, why not? Birds have meat on them don't they? All I'd have to do is take 'em out with my tongue, yo. Then pluck 'em bald and cook them right? Maybe I could get a rabbit or somethin outside of town….
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Lost in his thoughts he didn't notice as he dozed off. A few hours later he awoke with a growling stomach. Once again he sighed. Now he'd have to brave his way to the kitchen….unless. Might as well start my hunting now. Grabbing his switchblade and a lighter he'd snagged off of the jerk acolyte Pyro once, he again made his way out and down the side of the house. Careful to avoid the windows, he quietly touched down on the dirt that was the yard. Now, where to begin?
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The park wasn't too far and was as good a place for birds and things to hang out as any. He headed out, hoping he didn't run into anyone or anything. Anyone and the brotherhood would likely find out. Anything, and he'd probably loose his nerve. A dog in a nearby yard barked and he almost turned back. "Yo, I gotta calm down. Nothin's goin to go wrong. I can handle this.", he kept murmuring reassurances to himself all the way there. He stopped only once he hopped over the wall surrounding the park.
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Ok…now where do I go? The grassy open areas were probably not going to have anything but people, either bums or cops. So he headed into the forested region of the grounds. Again he practiced the utmost stealth a clumsy, but desperate toad-boy had to creep through the underbrush until he came to a small clearing. He slowed as he heard rustling and glanced up to the trees. He was in luck, there was a whole flock of pigeons roosting there for the night (?). Narrowing his eyes, he judged his distances as something primal in him woke up. Creeping as close as he dared he prepared himself. Then he leaped!
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Moments later, after a flurry of startled pigeons took to the air, Todd found himself with quite a catch. In each of his hands he had the necks of now dead pigeons and wrapped in his tongue were two more dead birds. Well, that was easier than I thought it'd be. Dropping his prey in a pile he also realized that would probably be the easiest part of this whole thing. He now had to pluck, gut, and cook his prey. All of which he had to get done before dawn as well as get back to the house. Oh, and the whole eating them thing.
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Gathering up all the sticks and kindling in the clearing and surrounding area he began to make a fire. Because of that whole survival course with the mountain climbing fiasco he had at least learned how to properly contain a flame. In no time he had a cheery little fire going. Then he set plucking feathers. Tedious, annoying, and worth it? Yes. As soon as he finished plucking and gutting the first bird he skewered it and started it roasting before moving on to the next. By the time he had finished cleaning the fourth, the first was done and he nerved himself to dig in.
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It was surprisingly good, kind of like a chewy partly burnt chicken. The partly burnt bit was because of his inattention. The later ones turned out fine. He stuffed himself and finished off every morsel, even cracking the bones for the marrow. Then he buried the remains of his meal and the ashes of his fire with great care. He didn't want to be exposed or start a fire in his new hunting grounds. Once he finished cleaning up he looked at the still dark sky, surprised it was still night. Though it felt close to dawn.
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That was when he realized he could see perfectly well, even though there was no moon out and no light at all around him. Huh, cool, that's new. He also was able to see himself perfectly well now too, as well as the blood and grease on his clothes and hands. Crap, now I'm going to have to wash up, maybe even take an early shower. That meant it was more likely he'd get noticed and beat up more. When he didn't shower people tended not to want to come anywhere near him, even to beat him up. The only exceptions were Lance and Pietro who could hurt him from a distance.
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When he reached the house, he snuck carefully up the house and into his room before making his way downstairs with an extra set of clothes. Glancing at the clock as he passed by he saw it was only two in the morning. Good, maybe I can get done and get some sleep without interruption. Slipping into the bathroom, lit only faintly by the tiny opaque window by the street light outside, he stripped and cleaned up as fast as he could. Then he dressed quickly and stuffed his soiled clothes in a plastic bag he'd brought. Once again making his way upstairs with stealth, he glanced at the clock and saw that he'd only taken half an hour. Relived, he shoved the bag under his cot before climbing in it and falling instantly asleep once more.
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Five hours later he was awakened when a slight tremor shook the house. That was Lance's way of giving everyone a final warning he was about to take off for school and to hurry up if they wanted to ride with him. Quickly throwing off the blanket he'd managed to toss over himself earlier, he leapt out of bed and bound down the stairs and out the door just in time to hop in the back of the jeep before Lance roared out of the driveway.
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So what do you think of Toad's new diet? I know, I know, Pidgeons, but it's true. They are protein and he is despirate. Just keep reading.
Oh, and Reviewing.
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