It Sounded Much Cooler in My Head

Summary Elizabeth Brooks' favorite color is green,he is green,surly they're meant to be.Too bad he's an insecure,unstable madman of a mutant who wants to end humanity and she's a human with an attitude problem.

Warnings: This story is going to contain coarse language, gore, violence, mentions of drug and alcohol abuse, and maybe sexually explicit content some day.

Memo: See, what did I tell you, a small update get's two in a week. This one is actually the longest so far too…

Oh, and I'm going to start an Evo Toad/Oc fic too, so you should look it up if your into this one and like Todd. I did, but then didn't, and now I do again… -.-

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of X-Men, just my originals and this story.

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Chapter Four: That's Not a Happy Ending

After a few solid hours of sleeping, the pain in her head had faded to a very dull roar, and she could both think and see clearly again. Still, she suspected she had a bruise on her head, and knew she had the imprint of Sabertooth's hand as a bruise on her arm.

She glanced around the empty room groggily, wondering vaguely if escape was a possibility. There was only the door and a barred window. Forcing herself to her feet, she walked slowly over to the window, tugging half-heartedly on the bars. Unsurprisingly, they didn't move. The door was locked too.

'Well, it was worth a shot,' she thought.

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It had been a week so far, and Elizabeth felt like total effing shit; she was hungry, her whole body ached from having to sleep on the floor, she was bored, she hadn't gotten to bathe or get a change of clothes since she got there, and the bruise on her arm wasn't fading. Most of those things weren't such a big deal to her, but the fact that she-a girl who usually took two showers a day-hadn't had one in a week pissed her off. She knew she had to look like death warmed over.

Toad and Sabertooth would alternate guarding shifts and bringing her meals; a job that neither was happy about. Well, Toad would bring her meals anyway, Sabertooth refused to. She guessed Magneto didn't know that, otherwise she would surely have starved had his wrath not been involved.

To a degree she preferred Sabertooth who entirely ignored her to Toad who would do things that, in general, just freaked her out. Things like glaring at her for god knows how long without blinking, or muttering incessantly under his breath in an airy way that she couldn't understand. The fact that he was apparently insane was unnerving that in of itself.

Toady-Saturday-she was greeted with a lovely combination of Toad playing guard dog, and a grilled cheese sandwich.

Two things that, neither of which, she could say she liked.

"I'm allergic to cheese," she stated dryly when he shoved the plate into her hands.

He scowled at her, "Cor, just shut up and eat it, woman."

Elizabeth-absolutely delighted to have gotten some understandable words out of him-decided to press her luck and pursue a conversation of some sort.

"You don't understand, I'm allergic to all yellow cheeses," she persisted, "I could die if I ate this."

"Well that'd be a day for rejoicing', wouldn' it? I wouldn' 'ave to come down 'ere and wotch yer sorry arse then," he snarled, "Mags 'as been pullin' me away from impor'nt stuff, makin' me play wotchdog."

Elizabeth let herself smile faintly, caught up in the moment of knowing one of her captors was so aggravated. The threat he could pose if angered failed to register in her mind, something that was soon to be remedied.

"Important stuff, huh? Like what, were you off fuckin' some dime-store hoe?" she teased, feeling cheeky.

The Brit was not amused, his eyes flashed with anger, and a second later there was a hole straight through the stone wall of her cell. She gulped, her eyes the size of dinner plates knowing that he would have personally preferred that to have been her head. "Shut yer trap, not another word or I'll kill you 'ere an' now without a second thought."

"Y-You wouldn't, Magneto would-" she started quickly, not believing her own words for a second. He cut her off.

"Mags isn't 'ere, luv, an' killin' you would mean less ta me than drownin' a cat."

He slammed the door shut and sat down to lean against it, still fuming. Truth be told, he just hated coming here and being near her. Being near that stupid little human whom he knew was absolutely terrified of him and no doubt disgusted by him, just like every other one of her kind. It just pissed him off, she disgusted him.

Elizabeth gnawed her lower lip, inwardly hating herself for feeling so… guilty. Here she was miserable, in pain, and filthy, and she was worried about how her homicidal, terrorist captor was feeling. She really did have an attitude problem; she utterly lacked one along with a spine.

The young brunette was a total push-over; a sensitive little creampuff who couldn't stand up for herself, and hate to see others in any sort. She was the kind of girl you went to when you needed a shoulder to cry on.

She walked over to the door, leaning against it. "Hey, erm……Toad?"

No reply, but she knew he was there and could hear her.

"I'm sorry… I really am."

"Shut up you little cunt. I don't wanna 'ear it."

"Look, I didn't really you were having such a shit day, it's not like I choose to be an inconvenie-"

There was suddenly a loud cracking sound that cut her off. The dust and flects of falling stone told her he'd slammed his fiust against the wall from the other side. "Shut up! Wot do I 'ave to do to git you to shut up?!"

"Uh… let me have a shower and a change of clothes?" she ventured.

"Heh, 'fraid not, princess."

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Wait…

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She was just called 'princess'… by Toad. Oh how much fun her humor starved mind had with that in about five second. Oh yes, the plain princess and the terrorist toad. How the hell would that story go? So far, it looked like the princess was going to die. That thought sobered her up fast.

"Well that's not a very happy ending," she muttered, sitting down with her back against her side of the door.

Toad didn't question or comment-not that she expected him to you understand-so he was probably ignoring her, but he may have just not heard. She didn't figure he cared what she did so long as he wasn't at all involved.

Elizabeth sighed, turning her mind on some of the great questions in life; like if Sabertooth purred if he was content, or if Toad was born with gills like a tadpole. Yes, pondering the great questions in life….

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Um…Okay, just a few things… I think I made Toad's speech a bit to British accented, but oh well. And before anyone questions the whole hole though a wall thing, let it be known that Toad can, in fact crush two tons with his arms and three with his legs. That's some impressive strength to me…