The long awaited next chapter! With that lovable, huggable, oh so kissable amphibious mutant, Toad! I'd also like to take this moment to remind everyone that this is a slightly different dimension so some characters may seem a bit out of… character. o.O Anyway, if you have any suggestions, let me know. I always read my e-mails.
The rain pounded heavily on the tin roof of an abandoned warehouse sitting alone along the docks of New York City's harbor. Groups of homeless people huddled here and there under hover hangs and around trash can fires as their plight went unnoticed by the occupants of the supposedly abandoned warehouse.
"I'm tired o' just sittin' around here Toad. There's gotta be somethin' for us to do; some people ta aggravate." Jester, a tall, blue eyed boy with short brown hair paced restlessly around the bare inside of the warehouse. "We've done nothin' but petty thievery since I agreed to join your little band of misfits." He waved a Louisville Slugger around in the air absentmindedly as he complained.
"Knock it off." Toad snapped in a sleepy haze, lounging in a beat up and stained beige reclining chair. "I've told you I'm plannin' somethin'…" He trailed off, looking away from Jester and fumbling around with a piece of purple ribbon in his hands.
"What the heck could you be planning for six months?" Jester stood, staring at the Toad with a deep frown on his face. "Breakin' in ta electronics stores an' art supply shops to steal measly amounts of money and odds an' ends I couldn't begin ta tell you what they were." Jester threw up his arms in frustration, knocking into a swinging lamp with his Louisville Slugger. "Would you stop playin' with that sissy ribbon!" He snapped, launching forward to take a grab at the purple ribbon but received a heavy kick in the ribs instead.
"Lay off, ya sod!" Toad sneered as he dealt the kick, settling down in his chair again. "There's somethin' goin' on in my 'ead, Jester. You and the others will be 'appy with it all once it falls inta place." He stuffed the ribbon in his pocket and feigned a yawn, hoping to make Jester leave him alone.
"But I'm so bored!" He whined, walking over and poking at Toad with his bat. "Can't ya just send me on some sort of mission? Make something up! It doesn't hafta be real or mean anything. Just give me something where I can have a lil' excitement!" He took a step back and started swinging around his bat, a twisted smile on his face.
"Your sick, Jester…" Toad said, shaking his head before he smiled weakly. "But if you want somethin' that bad, why don't ya go out and keep an eye open for those X-Geeks. I got a source that says they're out lookin' for me now. If ya find 'em, do what ya want without gettin' killed." He waved his hand in a dismissive gesture, sinking down in the chair.
Jester jumped up in the air, whooping with excitement. "I dare those dweebs ta show themselves ta me. I've been dieing ta hear what sound my Slugger makes when it connects with one of those scabbas." He turned on his heal and rushed to the door, sliding it open with a little effort and stepping outside. "See ya!" He said with a crooked smile and a salute, sliding the door back shut.
Toad shook his head, taking out the piece of ribbon again and tugging at it. I just 'ope I 'aven't signed Oyre's death certificate… He sighed and closed his eyes, opening them again after a long moment. He screamed, trying to jump out of the chair but tripping, falling over the chair's back and tipping the chair over in the process.
"I told you not to do that!" He yelled, staring with wide eyes at the corpse like girl that stood in front of him. "You're just too freaky to sneak up on people…" He muttered, standing up and righting the chair.
"I am sorry." The girl said, her voice carrying a heavy German accent. "You vere z'inking about her again, veren't you?" She questioned him, her voice calm and her eyes unblinking.
"So what if I was?" He replied calmly, stuffing the ribbon in his pocket and sitting in the poor abused chair once again. "I can think about who ever I want."
"She is not like us." She tilted her head to the side, causing the bangs of her long black hair to reveal her sickly yellow eyes. "She vill cause you pain."
Toad cringed a little bit. True, he wasn't much to look at, but this girl looked way too much like a dead body for him to just brush aside her looks. He closed his eyes and rubbed then with the backs of his hands, shaking his head to dissolve a picture of Oyre that had formed in his mind.
"Look, she's with the X-Men now, where she belongs. I'm never gonna see 'er again, so what's the 'arm in thinkin' on 'er every now and again? As long as we don't go off and do anything to 'einous, the X-Men won't want to bother with us and will never run into 'er." He nodded his head in satisfaction, pleased with his plan to keep Oyre safe.
"It von't last for ever. She vill come looking for you." The girl turned and walked away, her body moving in a very gracefully, gliding motion that seemed impossible. It looked as if she were floating on some unseen cloud across the ground.
Toad shook his head, closing his eyes once more. "Creepy corpse girl…" He muttered, trying his best to fall into a dreamless sleep, though he knew any sleep he got would be filled with dreams of her.