The people of New York were never surprised when someone from The Brotherhood was on the News. They watched with mild interest, the only thought ‘what the hell did they do this time?’. They expected it. Seeing them on the news. There was always something new with them.
The Quicksilver pantsed all of the senate during a live board meeting? Seen it.
Pyro setting seemingly random buildings aflame? Just another Wednesday.
Magneto threatening severe violence and war? Can someone get this man a new script? I think the writer died and they’re just using the same one they have for the last five movies.
What no one expected was to see Toad, one of the most loyal mutants anyone has ever seen, turn himself in to the police.
Mortimer Toynbee, more commonly known as Toad, was tired. Tired of running. Tired of hiding. Just plain tired. He could feel it deep in his bones.
He walked into the New York City police station in a random shirt and a pair of shorts in the middle of December. He’d left everything he usually wore in his apartment. His bracelets, his earrings, his gloves, the beads he usually kept in his hair. He’d even taken out his braids and left his hair down.
Everyone inside the station froze at first, seeing the green skinned man. They all put a hand on their guns, waiting for him to attack. They didn’t know why he was there, all they knew was he was dangerous.
He just stood there, staring.
Eventually an officer arrested him. He didn’t give any sort of fight. No resistance. Nothing. He remained silent. The exact opposite to what everyone there knew him as. They were actually worried when they tried to tease him and he said nothing. No witty remark. No random and creepily accurate observation. Not even a teasing raspberry to show off his mottled purple tongue.
He was taken to the closest Mutant Penitentiary in Watertown, New York.
They searched him, found nothing. Not even a forgotten earring, as they found he would’ve had a lot in if they had arrested him normally. It was somewhat suspicious how cooperative this usually uncooperative mutant was.
For what Mort has learned in his 26 years of living is that police won’t ever check your ears. It’s a strange thing he figured out after his third arrest. They’d make him take out his braids or whatever hairstyle he’d chosen for the time being but they never checked his ears beyond looking for a stray earring.
“You are the strangest mutant I have ever met.” The officer escorting him commented, leading Mort to his cell.
He gave no response. Not even a glance.
The officer sighed, shaking his head. “In.” He nodded to the plastic cell. It was smallish, maybe 7 by 7. Two cots, both empty, a toilet and sink. That was all.
Mort went in, sitting on one of the cots. He sat still, blankets and change of jumpsuit in hand, looking down at the ground.
The officer left, cell door left open yet. It was only 4. Dinner was at 5. Toad was getting paid at 6. That is if he could finish what he came here for.