A Past Forgotten 2
The White Dress
It was late in New York. Mortimer walked along the dark park grass, looking for something, all though he didn't know. His thoughts where on that women he had seen a week ago. Fred had told him just to forget about it and Avalanche and Pyro where encouraging it. He, Toad, The Terrible Toad King, had not once yelled in the past week, but had sat in silence where ever they had gone. Mortimer snapped out of his trance as he heard someone coming.
"Now where did I put my eye shadow?" a middle aged women, wearing furs and stuff strolled along angrily.
Mortimer hid in the shrubbery as she walked by. She was rich, and was carrying lots of cash with her. A smile crept on his face, as he was about to jump he heard a small tittering behind him.
"Now would you really do that?" came the cold, hurt voice.
It was her. She wasn't even looking, her eyes where closed as she laid on the stone fence wall. Her outfit was different. Black leather pants, her leather coat and what looked like a red bra. Her feet where bare, but she still had her deep eye shadow and burgundy lipstick.
"What's it to you?" he asked angrily as the rich lady got a cab.
"Nothing." she said sitting up and looking on the other side of the fence.
She seemed less shy now, more confident. Her hair was tied back loosely and her eyes shown brightly in the dark. There was something entrancing about them. 'Like a bright jewel that could never be reached. . .' he thought. Mortimer shook his head at thinking that.
"Who are you." he asked bitterly.
"I have many names; you can call me what you wish." she said in a soft voice.
"Why are you here?" he asked hoping for a better answer.
"Am I really here? At least that's probably what your thinking." she said.
"What do you want?" he asked alarmed by what she knew he was thinking.
"What do you think I want?" she asked in an honest question.
"Will you stop with the damn riddles!" he yelled.
". . . ." she looked at him.
". . . . How do you know about a past I barely remember?" he asked in all seriousness.
"It will come to you in dew time." she said jumping on the other side of the fence.
"Wait. . ." he trailed off not seeing anyone or anything around.
He watched as an owl flew past hurriedly. Then he noticed something where the girl had been. A small gold case, a lipstick case on closed inspection. He looked at it, and was about to pocket it for a pawn shop, when the lid fell off. Inside was an open locket with a small dried flower inside.
"What the." he said, putting it in his pocket and heading home.
LATER
Mortimer Toynbee laid on his bed, examining his new clue. . . who was this girl and why did she seem to vanish and what did this dying flower in an old gold container have to do with anything? Then it hit him like a bullet and a piece of his memory flooded back. . .
FLASHBACK
A small Mortimer sat in the corner by the fence of the orphanage. Blood ran from various places on his body, he had barely gotten away from Duncan and his friends. He heard a soft voice whisper near by him.
"Are you okay." it came from a small whole in the fence.
He moved closer towards the whole. All he saw was a dirty white dress. It was ratty and it too had some blood on it. A strand of long brown hair brushed by.
"I'm fine, who are you?" he asked, clutching his arm in a surge of pain.
". . . . Here this always makes me feel better, just put it on your arm." said the voice, holding a plant that dripped with something green.
"What is it?" he asked in fear.
"It helps to heal and the pain will go away." said the voice.
He noticed a large cut down the little girls arm as well, it had mostly healed over, but it would scar all the way down her arm. He put the liquid on his arm, and instantly he felt the pain stop and relax. He saw a blue and white flower on the ground and picked it.
"Thank you, here have this." he said putting the flower through the fence.
"Thank you." said the girl happily, he saw her put it a gold tube and put it in the ground.
END FLASHBACK
"A white dress. . . . who was she?" he asked himself.
"Are ya still thinking about the women mate?" asked John through the open door of the old apartments they where staying in.
"Couldn't be, the girl we saw was wearing black." said Fred as he came in Mortimer's 'room'.
"Yeah Fred?" asked Mortimer.
"I think John and Dominic are sleeping together." he whispered.
"I. . . . . you know you might be right. . . . . Why may I ask do you care if they are?" asked Mortimer.
"Because both their rooms are above us." said Fred in all wonder.
". . . . . . If they are, lets hope they use Doms." said Mortimer walking out.
"Yeah. . . . wait that's above my room." said Fred as he and Mortimer walked down the hall to see Mystique hacking into the pentagon.
"What's above your room." she asked still working.
"Doms room, where Mortimer hopes they use." said Fred, sitting in an old lobby couch.
"Who's they?" she asked as she printed some things off.
"Fred thinks Pyro and Avalanche are sleeping together." said Mortimer, in agreement.
"In all honestly you may be right. Why don't you ask them." said Mystique.
"Because I'm not suicidal." said Fred.
"Okay then, if they are. . . . . just ignore sounds." said Mystique destroying the laptop.
"Oh the images." said Fred holding his head as Mortimer looked at the flower.
TO BE CONTINUED
So what's your thoughts? Continue? Quit?
Oh and Fred actually did think that in Ultimate, and original.