Already with chapter 3!!! I love getting up a bunch of chapters at once. That way the readers get a lot all at once.

So how do you all like the direction I'm going in? The pidgeon thing is a little drastic, but it shows you how despirate he is.

Ok, now: I don't own X-men:evolution only my own charecters.

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For some reason he felt really good today, even with no breakfast. It might have been the huge pigeon feast, the shower (more like a quick rinse really) or maybe it was the restful sleep he got knowing he'd soon be free. He had a really great day at school too. With everyone so excited about the end of school, nobody felt like picking on him. At lunch, he managed to snag another sophomore's lunch so he didn't have to go hungry. He didn't have detention for once, but Pietro did and Lance was spending the afternoon out with Kitty. Blob was doing what he usually did: eating the day's leftovers from the cafeteria. Wanda, he knew from experience, was probably prowling the mall where she could hang out with Rogue and not get in trouble. That left him free of torment for the rest of the day.

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What to do with this unexpected blessing? He thought about it while walk/hopping back to the brotherhood house. Checking out the fridge, he thought: This day just keeps getting better and better. Someone, maybe even Mystique, had actually gone shopping. The fridge was full of food and he got first dibs! After some deliberation, he settled on about five whole ham sandwiches, three sodas, and a bag of Cheetos. Woofing down all of it he felt better than he had in a long while. Sleepy too. Figuring that he'd better get some sleep early if he wanted to go hunting again that night he turned in.

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With only a minor disturbance around eight when lance and Pietro got home and into a fight, he slept soundly until ten. Once again he slipped out of the house and to the park. This time he caught only two pigeons, but that was enough since he'd eaten well during the day. Taking his "kills" back to the same clearing he used before he again cleaned, roasted, and ate them. As he was cleaning up and burying the remains, he heard a very faint rustle. It somehow set his nerves on edge. Finishing up quickly, he crept out of the clearing and into a tree, waiting.

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Something made a sniffing sound as it drew nearer. A familiar and frightening noise. Chills ran up Todd's spine as his mind raced to think of a way to escape, but all he could think of was: Oh crap! I am so dead meat. No way I can face him alone! Just then the subject of his fears prowled into the clearing and sniffed around like a dog. Then glanced up into the tree where he hid. Todd froze and prayed to god.

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"Hey kid, I'm not going to eat ya. Get down here, we need to talk.", Wolverine growled out. Talk? With Logan?!? Well, I guess I should, I'll live that much longer anyway. Gulping, he hopped down in one bound and landed somewhat gracefully about ten feet away from one of the most feared of the X-man. Standing up straight instead of in his usual slouch he decided to face his fate head on. When he looked over, he was as surprised as Logan to see that he almost reached him in height. "Looks like you've had a growth spurt frog-boy. That, or I've just never seen you out of a crouch before." he commented.

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"Yo, so what you want to talk to me about Wolvie?", Todd asked bravely. "Watch it kid.", Wolverine growled slightly at the nickname "I'm here because Chuck detected you using your powers out alone in the middle of the night. I'm supposed to find out what you've been doin, though I have a pretty good idea. Spill it." Todd withstood the glare shot at him without flinching, "I was hungry, yo." Logan raised an eyebrow at this. "I always get last pickings at the brotherhood. I can't buy my own food, can't steal it, been cravin' meat, yo." Todd shrugged, "So I figured I'd hunt it. I ain't doin anythin wrong, yo."

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"No kid, you haven't done anything wrong, but you don't have to hunt to get some food. If you need cash, you know Xavier would be more than willing to help.", said Logan. "Huh, how long do you think I could keep it yo? If the others found I had anything of value, It'd be gone in no time. Besides, if they found out I took any help from the enemy, I'd get beat so bad it would make the time Sabertooth got a hold of me look like a picnic.", he replied wryly. At the mention of Sabertooth Wolverine growled, even more at the idea of him beating a kid.

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"You know, you don't have to put up with that frog-boy. Xavier's place is always open to ya. Sounds like you have it real bad over there, why not let us help?", Logan offered. Todd grinned half heartedly, "Just like that, yo? How long would I last? Mags would kill me, literally. It would only be a matter of time. Besides, I got my own plan to get out, yo." Todd thought for a moment. This was one of the X-men, the "good" guys. He should be trustworthy. Should I confide in him a bit?

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He finally decided he had no other choice. "You really want to help? Mags has some kind of thing that lets him find and track muties, yo. Tell Xavier to find someway to stop that before schools out and I'll be free." With that he turned and leaped back the way he had come. Behind him he could hear Wolverine sigh before he got out of earshot. Traveling upwind he took the time to be grateful he'd been that way the whole time, he wouldn't have an X-man's scent on him to piss off Sabertooth and cause lot's of questions.

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Once back at the brotherhood house and in his room, he crashed on the cot. This time he had been much more careful and had taken a small towel to keep clean so as to not need another shower. Stuffing said hand towel under the bed in the plastic bag with his dirty clothes, he worried about his encounter. What was he going to do? What if the X-men did something to screw everything up? What if they actually managed to destroy the mutie monitor thing, he'd be in their debt! Come to think of it, I guess I already am. Kitty always seems to call lately when Lance is thrashing me Evan Daniels always skates by when Pietro starts to get out of hand, which distracts him and lets me get away. I wonder how many times they were prompted by Xavier? How many times they saved me from serious harm?

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The more he thought of it, the more sure he became that the X-men were watching out for him the best they could with him being on the other team. Looking back at all their battles, he couldn't once find a time they seriously fought him. Only Kurt does that, and that's a personal thing. Whenever he fought one of the others, he always ended up trapped somewhere or knocked out without any real damage. Of course half of that might just be due to his self-preservation instincts (otherwise known as running away and hiding), but mostly they seemed to go easy on him. Yo, I'll be…he thought. Rolling over, he settled down to sleep.

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Short, but I originally wrote all this out in a Word program as one story and it's a bit difficult trying to figure out where to break it up into chapters.

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