Disclaimer: I still own none of those cute lil' X-men.
Chapter 2: The Dreary and Dreamless Mansion
The blood in his mouth tasted of iron. "Freddy, you're a fuckin' asshole," Todd griped, wiping the corner of his lips with the back of one abnormally large and pale hand. The Blob just smiled with wicked intent back at his fellow mutant and relaxed his arm, dropping his enormous bottom onto the couch.
"I told you t'give me th' remote, Toad. I told you." And as though those words truly justified the sudden onslaught of slapping the smaller mutant had just received, the gigantic teenager turned his attention back to the tube. Todd sulked on the opposite side of him.
"Doesn't mean I heard you, yo," he muttered, but Blob's entire mentality was tuned in to a monster-truck rally and ignored Todd's words completely. The frog mutant gave a disgruntled sigh and stood up, feeling his face for any bruising. No, Freddy had been gentle this morning; nothing felt like it would swell. 'Heaven forbid I should ruin my stunning face,' Todd thought with a bitter cynicism, and walked into the kitchen.
Breakfast had been three hours ago for the little mutant, but he was hungry again. He began to rummage through the shelves and cubbards, wondering why anyone bothered to build so many compartments for food if they were forever to remain empty like this. Surprise almost toppled the boy over when he looked in the pantry, though. Eh? Still one rice-crispy leftover? His eyes darted around the room, sneaky and sly, and he reached forward to grab up the treat, already imagining how it would taste--
Where'd it go?
"Damn it, Pietro! That was mine, yo!" The speed mutant raced by, treat in hand, and gave out a maniacal laugh. "You sound like a chipmunk on crack, speed-boy," Toad spat, longing for the piece of marshmallow-crispie goodness. He regretted his words only milliseconds later, when Quicksilver darted forward and, before Todd could even gasp in surprise, yanked his pants down.
"'Ey, that just ain't right, you woman! OW, yo!" The speed mutant cackled again, tripping his house mate and slapping the boy across the back of the head; all before Todd could even finish his sentence. Pietro paused to study his handiwork.
"Yeah right, Todd, what woman's ever gonna want your pants off?" One more laugh and he was gone, a trail of swirling dust bunnies left behind his racing feet.
"Fuck you!" Todd shouted after him, whiny high-pitched voice sounding childish and angsty more than the threatening and manly boom he'd hoped for. The teenager pulled himself up and yanked up his pants in the process, tightening his belt a loop. There was never any food in this place; with Blob and Pietro around, he had to fight for scraps between Lance and Wanda. It was never much of a fight; Lance was a good two heads taller than the boy and Wanda was...well, Wanda. Who the hell in their right mind would intentionally allow that crazy chic to go hungry? It might make her grumpy. Moreso than the usual. Although, Todd had to admit he did find her rather attractive. For all her madness and angst, she was really just a misguided, lost mutie like himself. And the cute gothic thing didn't hurt at all.
The frog mutant rubbed the back of his head and slouched forward, wondering what he would do for the rest of the day. Maybe he could find a job somewhere. Or maybe he could just get out of this goddamned hell-hole.
Todd walked to the front door. "I'm outta here, yo, catch y'all later!" he shouted, annoyed at the sound of his own voice; both shrill and gravely at the same time. No one responded, and he didn't expect them to. No one gave a shit.
Yep, another short chapter. Read and review? Please?