Chapter Six
Mortimer looked at the girl with pure loathing. Erik had time and time again gloated over the nature of Marie's powers. She had…she had….
"Get me out of here." He snarled, so enraged that Rogue was truly afraid of him.
"Mort…" Rogue started.
"Don't… you… call me that." He hissed. He began to struggle, and with an almighty 'jerk' he fell free of his restraints.
"Looks like I got here just in time." Three metallic claws slid out between Logan's knuckles. "Sit back down and I won't have to be making Frog-Kabobs."
Mortimer smirked, kneed Logan in the groin, and jumped over his head.
Rogue looked at the gas gun she had left on her seat. Just a quick 'puff' and Mort would fall.
She just had to get close enough. "Frauline! The gun!" she tossed it to the elf-like mutant, and watched him incapacitate the almost feverish Mortimer.
He woke up, his head throbbing, his heart pounding. He was floating in the middle of what looked like orangish water. He breathed it in like air, although he felt wetness in his mouth.
A large, blue, hairy man in a white lab coat approached him.
"Mortimer. Pleased to see that you're awake."
"Like hell you are." He snorted.
"No need for profanity, my friend."
"What- are you a distant relative of short, rude, and be-tailed?" Toad spat. Venom was still in his blood.
"Kurt? No. But we do carry a certain resemblance, do we not?" The man was joking and kind. It irked him. "My name is Doctor Hank McCoy. Pleasure to meet you." Mortimer experimented with the substance he was in. Even the slightest movement seemed to be pre-cognated by the goop. It was as if the thing were alive. If this was true- its life goal seemed to be keeping Mortimer as comfortable as possible.
He was able to move upwards or downwards in the goo with ease. If he had been less edgy, he might have created himself an armchair.
"You are detained in an eco-plasmic field of my own invention, in which-"
"Beast, if you go on like that, no one will be able to make heads or tails of what you're saying." Xavier wheeled in to the room, smiling gently.
"But of course. This is a substance controlled by your thought patterns, Mortimer- but only on the inside."
"And the outside by Xavier's. Don't take a genius. I don't need you to explain anything to me." Xavier nodded slowly, a look of realization spread across his features. "Of course…a mechanic. An expert, I see." Xavier's face plummeted as he probed deeper in to Toad's mind, however.
The green mutant was no longer a joking sort. Anger, grief, and confusion had changed his mindset. If they let him out now, they could expect no mercy.
"Mortimer, I need you to relax."
"No problem." He hissed. Xavier felt large steel barriers close around Mort's mind. Ones built from years of repression and hatred.
"I don't want to hurt you."
"It's a one-way street, mate." He answered back. But Xavier felt the barriers recede. Toad remembered the intense pain of his last skirmish with Xavier.
I don't want you here. Mortimer's mind spoke to him.
I know. I just need a quick look around, replied Xavier, beginning to probe his mind.
Alright. Moments ago, the man had been fighting tooth and nail for release. It was depressing, and somewhat chilling to see him give in so quickly, but as Mortimer's mind opened to him, he was struck with the similar scenarios of defeat. He felt notions rushing through him, some louder than others.
'They've taken my life, my home, why not my mind? Maybe…maybe then…" He surely didn't think….Xavier's heart completely shattered. He must have misunderstood…
He didn't want them to kill him…?
