Chapter 2: Shades of Gray
Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men evolution, only my own characters.
The sky was a deep steely gray, with little spots in where the clouds weren't as thick. A mist had come up from the ground which had been heating in the sun until the storm hit, turning the cold rain into vapor. This mist was identical to the mist inside Todd's head. He was hunched over while he walked with a depressed look on his face. His light muddy brown hair was drenched and hanging in his swamp green eyes. His clothing was soaked through, and his shoes were filled with water. Every step he took ended in a wet squishing sound.
"Yo man, this sucks ass." he mumbled and kicked a rock near his foot. "Doubt the cashier will even be able to read any of the bills I give 'em." he sighed. He hated being picked on, but the Brotherhood was the only place that he could go.
He was now approaching the park at a slow pace. Two pillars stood in the entrance like guard dogs to keep the unruly out. He entered anyway, the trees above him keeping the worst of the rain off of him. The thunder had stopped a short while ago, and the lightning was off in the distance, like a slow strobe light that needed new batteries.
A large gray pond lay in front of him. Its usual serene surface was covered in ripples from the falling rain. Frogs and other pond dwelling animals called happily out to him.
"Carefree sons of bitches." he said, and kicked a large rock off the concrete a good ten feet into the pond, shutting up any animals that had been nearby. In that moment of serenity, he thought he heard crying. He stopped and listened, but was interrupted by the calling of frogs. He walked over, not trying to mask his foot steps, and scared them away from their bank. He strained his ears to here the sound again.
"There." he said turning to a nearby clump of trees. It was coming from the other side of them. He could just barley here it, but it was there. He strained his eyes to see into the shadows of the trees, but they were so thick that it was almost impossible. He listened a small while longer before saying to himself, "Fuck this yo." and turning around, but he couldn't leave. The sound was just too sad. He had to go see who or what it was.
Slowly he turned around and walked slowly into the trees, their shadows enveloping him. The only sounds now were of the rain and the crying. The frogs had gone to the other side of the pond to continue their songs.
"What the hell am I doin' yo." he thought to himself and started to creep through the blackness as quietly as possible. For a few minutes he bumped into logs and rocks, his own special eyesight not being able to pierce the shadowy darkness by more than a few inches. Suddenly it started to lighten to about the light of a candle lit room. That when he saw the figure, the figure wrapped in the very shadows it cast.
To be Continued. . . .
Yeah! Chapter two. Thank you all for the reviews, I would also like to thanks to Haretrigger. Thank you for correcting my on the names of Pietro (this is the write spelling) and that Francis is actually Fred. ( I always got those two names mixed up.)
Again, thank you for the reviews, and keep reviewing.