Whoo-Hoo! Capitulo numero ocho! Or… Chapter Number eight… o.O Things are starting to get exciting with the introduction of… Well, I'll just let you read this and find out. Give me some input, let me know if I'm taking an interesting turn with this story or if I need to add a little more spice. Give me your ideas, I'm always glad to hear them.
It always seemed to rain when the one called Toad chose to go outside. He walked slowly along the docks, unafraid of being spotted since the dock's only inhabitants were drunken bums and drug addicts. Who would believe them? He kicked at an empty beer bottle, musing to himself about the man he used to be. He remembered how he used to joke around and pull pranks just to get the attention. Ever since the Statue of Liberty incident, however… Toad sighed, cursing the weather witch under his breath.
He pulled the hood of his grey sweat shirt further over his head, considering turning back and heading to his abandoned warehouse base when the distinct sounds of a fight broke through his reverie. Cocking his head to one side, he started to follow the sounds, a grin on his face as he recognized his escape from boredom. He turned a corner and ended up in an alley between two abandoned and run down warehouses.
Toad was surprised to see a single girl being attacked by five men easily larger than her. "Ahh!" The girl screamed, just as she kicked one of her assailants in the crouch. Toad crossed his arms, wondering why a girl was wondering around these parts at night and whether or not she would be able to stand up for herself.
"You little…!" One of the assailants cried, jumping on her back and giving the smallest one of the five a chance to punch the girl in the face. Toad cringed at the sight of her blood flying from the impact.
As he watched, a struggle started to play itself out inside of Toad's head. He could walk away, and leave the poor girl to whatever fate befell her, or he could be a nice guy and help her out. He cringed, knowing full well which decision he would make. I'm not a bloody nice guy… Just as the girl slipped free, only to be tripped and kicked in the side, Toad jumped high in the air, landing a hard kick to the head of the largest member of the group.
"What the…!" The smallest one proclaimed as he looked around for the assailant in vain, since Toad was now sticking to the side of one of the warehouses, hiding in the shadows.
"It was her!" A chubby Mexican guy growled threw his teeth, grabbing the girl by her strawberry-blond hair and pulling her up. She growled and grabbed his arm, trying in vain to free herself. "Can I finish her boss?"
Toad didn't wait to see who the boss was or hear his response as he dropped from the wall, landing on the Mexican guy's shoulders and eliciting a sickly crunch as his back was efficiently broken. The man screamed and let go of the girl before his last breath left him.
"Get him!" The largest member, the boss, yelled out. They all immediately ignored the girl with the strawberry-blond hair and circled Toad, all five jumping him at the same time. He leapt up, wrapping his long tongue around the leader's neck and whipping him into the wall as he simultaneously kicked a tall, skinny, Asian man in the face, breaking the nose and shattering the bone into the brain, killing the man instantly, but painfully.
Toad reached around to punch a dark haired white man only to go wide eyed with anger. The man had pinned the young girl to the wall, holding her hands over her head with one large hand, her feet dangling inches off the ground, and repeatedly hitting her in the side with a lead pipe.
"Get off 'er!" He yelled, venom dripping from his voice as he leapt forward, ripping the man from the girl and throwing him against the other wall. He ignored her as she fell to the ground and instead he jumped on the man's legs, grinning at the sound of bones cracking as he proceeded to pummel the man's face into an unrecognizable mess.
"Help!" The man gurgled through the blood threatening to choke him. His plea was answered by a pudgy, pale skinned Asian man who wrapped a chain around Toad's neck and attempted to pull him from his comrade.
"I don't think so." Toad grunted as wrapped his arms around the Asian man's neck and whipped him over his back, causing him to land on the bloody mess of the white man. Toad kicked him in the ribs several times before walking away, finding the lead pipe previously used on the poor girl and carrying it purposefully towards them. With a few swift movements, he ended their lives.
Breathing hard, Toad dropped the pipe and used one of the assailant's shirts to wipe the blood off of his hands. He sighed and shook his head. "Bloody gits…" He turned to the girl, now lying on her side curled in a ball. There were bruises covered in blood all over her face and her hair was a matted mess plastered to her head and face by the rain. He grimaced as he knelt down. "Well, poppet, it looks like you're comin' with me."
The girl looked up at Toad with the most amazing, multifaceted blue eyes he had ever seen. There was fright and pain in them as they locked into Toad's own, big brown eyes. "Who are you?" She choked out weakly, a cut on her lip opening up to dribble more blood onto her chin.
Toad scooped her up, for the first time noticing the four spider arms coming out of her sides to wrap around her waist and her black spider abdomen with a red hour glass. "Well, little spider," he said, carefully wiping at the blood on her chin. "You can call me Toad."