Alrighty, here'sthe second chappy, just as I was threatened glarring at lostmuse99 into making.

I don't own Green or Ash, they come from the book, "Green Angel"

Kudos to all my reviewers, to those who haven't reviewed, I hope you eat spinach! /--

Other wise, that's all I have to say... If reviews suggest it, I will take down this chapter and leave it a one shot.


A fellow brotherhood member, Green, met him at the door to the lair, accepting Mortimer's weight gracefully. Victor glanced at her gratefully as he stepped in, shaking a layer of snow from his sizable shoulders. A flickering of the shadows, and Green's twin, Ash, was at her sister's aid, leading Toad's bloodied form towards the medical facilities. Victor strode off in the opposite direction to report to Magneto.

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The sisters laid the injured Toad on an examining bed, careful not to jostle the broken ribs or twisted limbs. Once Mortimer was properly situated, Ash retreated back into the shadows to watch her the painful ordeal. Green had already begun strip the mutant's torso of the several blood soaked layers of clothing, revealing a labyrinth blade marks. The dark haired lass ran a slender hand along the length of the damage, calculating eyes flashing angrily.

Many times she had seen a mutant's body in such disarray, though it never got any easier to look at. Scars criss crossed the exposed skin, a scarlet spider web, allowing the valuable crimson substance trickle carelessly onto the table and over her fingertips. One arm, she winced, twisted painfully into an awkward angle. Further inspection brought to view several shards of glass imbedded in the back of his head and the nape of his neck, most likely where a beer bottle had found it's mark. It was a miracle he was still living, and a mercy Victor had found him.

She sighed, fishing a roll of gauze from their limited heap of medical supplies, and got to work. Ash, knowing her sister's needs, slunk out the door, leaving her to go about her devices in private.

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Feliniod eyes studied the face of the soot-dubbed girl as she entered the 'living room' of the Brotherhood Lair. Her expression was gray, though it often much was anyway. She took her usual brooding stance in the door way, leaning on the worn wooden sidings for looks more than anything else. Victor's growling tones interrupted the television's muted hum, "So how's the frog look?"

"Like Hell." Ash's eyes drifted to meet Victor's, he resisted the urge to flinch. The mutant, one of those who did not often shiver in his presence, was half blind, causing a film of white to overtake the dark orbs that had once been ebony.

The twins were strange ones indeed. Ash with her coat of hardened leather, Green with her healing hands. They had been recruited only one year past, and had already proved they were not to trifled with. Victor's gaze returned to the television, it's channels flashing as a younger recruit, Locust, took out his hyper mood on the t.v. remote control. He growled threateningly at the whelp, "Give that thing here."

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Mortimer gasped in his coma-like slumber, sweat further beading upon his brow. Despite her efforts, Green saw her patient's life draining from him as he writhed under her restraining grasp. Blood had now stained her clothing as badly as it had stained his. He struggled a bit longer before passing further into unconsciousness. He would have another fit soon, five minutes max. Green put her forehead down hard on the table, her hair just brushing his skin. "God help me…."

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The celestial figure, whom had stood by with shoulders tensed, sighed with relief at her offered words. He stepped forward, taking the ailing mutant's head in his hands, two fingers resting on each temple. Whispering words of comfort, her kissed the fevered brow, sending a blessed calm over the young man's body. The angel then moved to the girl, Green, whom was once again working to dress the numerous wounds on Mortimer's body. He set his hands on hers, guiding their movement and contributing to the energy rushing from her fingertips. Now, as a look of confidence took the young lady's features, he left her side, slinking back into the shadows. Green never even felt his presence.

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cowering Yes, short and forced... But I needed to write. Flamers are expected and partially welcome.

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