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It was evening now and the sun was in it's last throes, turing the skyline a reddish hue. Toad turned his back on the scene and watched his two siblings doing what they did.

They were in Ghost's apartment and Toad was sort of surpised how bare the place was. The only thing in the living room was a black leather sofa, one table and a tall lamp, which was the only thing giving off light in the room. Ghost was sitting on the sofa, a black blanket over his head, so Toad couldn't tell if the boy was awake or not. Toad had been informed that Ghost only did that when the sun became too much for him. Yet Toad had the sneaky suspicion that there was much more then what Caryn knew. He suspected that it wasn't just the sun, but that the boy was hiding something. He knew that he wasn't going to like whatever that might be coming when Ghost peeked out from under the blanket and then disappeared back under it.

Caryn was in the kitchen making something for them and Toad watched her for a minute, then looked back at Ghost. He found that the boy was staring back at him. Agian he knew that he wasn't going to like what was coming.

"You were a part of the event that happened in the Liberty statue," Ghost said. "What happened?"

Toad grimaced, thinking of the X-Men. Thought they were so bloody righteous, did they? He thought. But no, it took three of them to beat me.

"I don't get beat," Toad muttered. "Ever."

"Tell me what happened," Ghost said questioningly.

Toad looked at Ghost through the side of his eyes. The mission seemed like it happened a lifetime ago and to another person. His fingers clenched into a fist as he remembered that day. He had studied martial arts since he had been ten, and adapted the style to his unique abilities. He had fought with style, with his heart and soul. And he enjoyed it. He had fought like it was fun, because it was. He could bet that none of those X-Men felt any joy in the fight. But he had gotten careless. One more chance, he knew, and he'd fix them all good. Especially that little weather witch.

"Not yet," Toad responded, turning his back on Ghost. He didn't want them to know yet, not about the fight. About how three supposedly highly trained fighters, with access to holographic simulation devices and lots of high-tech combat gear, got their butts handed to them by an ever-so-slightly-more-flexible-than-average practitioner of Shaolin Kung Fu with a thirteen foot tongue.

But they got lucky.

"Tell me about before that," Ghost pried, breaking Toad out of his thoughts.

"No."

"I thought that you might want to know," Ghost said, darkly. "Since you've been under Magneto, that I've sent him a request to join his cause."

Toad whirled around, his black eyes narrowed to slits. " Bloody 'Ell! You aren't going within two miles of that bastard! He doesn't care for anything save his own flamin' goals!"

He stopped as he realized that his anger had seem to surprise Ghost. He sighed and looked back at the window. He was startled to find that he cared for some other person for once and to have the mutual feeling returned. He wasn't going to allow his younger siblings to be killed for some madman's goals. His thoughts raced over all the potential solutions to keep them away from Magneto. After Ellis Island, Toad no longer was loyal to Magneto and no longer trusted him.

Toad went over to his bag and searched through it. There, at the bottom of his bag was an old letter a bit yellowed with age. It was from the School that those X-Men lived at, a safe haven from Magneto. He just hoped that he'd be welcomed as a refugee. He glanced over at Ghost and became even more determined that he wasn't going to lose them.

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