Author's
Note; before I'd begin, I'd like to tell you that without this author's
note, this chapter is exactly 555 words long. That strikes me as
hillarious. But then again, it may strike you as tedious, so...I will
carry on. ANYWAY! I have a bit of Writers Block, so if you want, you
may all enjoy my newest filler/idiocity, Vocabulary Madness. Lots of
Toad-filled fun for the whole family. Well, not the whole family. Just
the...uh...Toad...loving...part.
OK!
Continuing! I WILL BE
AWAY FOR THE REMAINDER OF THIS WEEK! Excpect no updates unless I
miraculously find a computer in my travels. Which I might. To my fans,
all three of you, #sigh#, this is the last chappi you'll see in
awhile.Need...sleep...!
Chapter Three- Memory Troubles
Toad stuck his head out of the apartment window, waiting until his 'rescuers' had cleared the corner. He then hoisted the stolen back pack on to one shoulder, strapping on a Kevlar brace for his damaged leg. He had filled the pack with provisions, extra bandages, and twenty dollars.
By the look of her apartment, it didn't look as if Katana would miss the small sum. Since his battle suit had been cut apart, they had provided him with a plain black shirt and jeans, which suited him fine. He put on his jacket, and he was ready to go.
Unfortunately, with his injury, he wouldn't be able to scale the wall without attracting more attention then he would by using normal means of transport.
So, without further ado, he strode down the hall, finding himself face to face with a contraption that he hadn't used in fifteen years. He had stopped using elevators a long time ago- it wasn't worth the awkward moments waiting between floors, knowing the thoughts going through people's heads, receiving their poisoned glares and harsh words.
But at the moment it was his only option, as the stairs were out of the picture. As the doors slid open, he was greeted by a familiar face. This face's body was holding an ancient copy of 'The New Yorker', with a bored expression planted on her face.
Elevator.
'No,' he thought to himself. 'Not possible. Haven't used one of these things in...'
You've seen her before.
'No,' he insisted.
You don't remember much from before the accident.
He glanced at the girl again, and opened his mouth hesitantly. "Have we met?"
"I never forget a face," came a cheery, almost flirtatious voice that defied the look of boredom planted on her features. "'Specially not a mug like yours. Don't get many Kermits in this neck of the woods." Toad glared at her.
"Who in the seven hells..."
"The name's Tabitha." She said. "Tabitha Smith." She conjured a small glowing orb of energy in her hand, and smiled devilishly. She squinted slightly, and it exploded with a soft 'pop'. "They call me Boom-Boom."
"Didn't ask for your life story." He said heatedly. "What do you want?"
"You're pathetic, Kermy. Just because a girl's talkin' to ya, you think that they want somethin'?"
"That is normally the case." He said gruffly, adjusting his hood.
"Aww, didn't mean to offend you." She said sarcastically, chewing her bottom lip. The elevator well-oiled doors slid open, and Tabitha Smith sashayed out, waving to him behind her shoulder.
He ground his teeth. So much faked charm was making him sick. He followed her out, but turned for the exit, greeted by a now frigid breeze.
It took him several minutes to figure out that he had nowhere to go. Half of him blamed it on the amnesia; the other half blamed it on stupidity. His ego allowed the first half to win.
SOME DAYS BEFORE
Sabretooth entered Magneto's office with his usual snarl- Pyro sheepishly following. It took Magneto several moments to figure out what was harassing the large felinoid. His long, bushy, signature eyebrows had been singed right off, but the looks of it, along with jagged chunks of his fur coat.
"I trust the mission went well...?" asked Erik, amusement evident in his voice. Sabretooth grunted and raised his black eyes.
"Evidence of a struggle. And the Metallica CD I've been missing since last year." He added in afterthought, twirling the disk around a large, clawed finger.
"So he has been taken. I trust that Jaye will do no serious harm to him in a well state of mind- but I cannot be sure how Fear will treat him. And then there is the matter of Charles. No doubt he has stuck his telepathic nose in to this, hmm?"
