1763FIC: Musings On A Woodland Nymph Toad/Storm PG-13
- Jan 7, 2001Title: Musings on a Woodland Nymph, Parts 1 & 2
Date: January 2001
Author: Alyx Alexandre (alyx68@...)
Rating: PG-13 for stalking, voyeurism & cleavage!
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Note: Part 1 takes place a few weeks before 'X-Men,
the Movie' begins.
Spoilers: 'X-Men, the Movie' & both versions of the
screenplay adaptation inspired this.
Summary: Toad tries to recapture his past.
Feedback: Yes indeed! (alyx68@...)
Disclaimer: No money made, they are not mine. X-Men
are the property of Marvel Comics.
Special thanks to my all my patient and lovely Betas:
Flounder, Darth Malinga, Meghan K, Jemisard, Tessa,
Siubhan and my partner-in-crime and Web Mistress,
Boots! Smooches to all!
Author's Note: I do not condone or approve of
stalking. I do understand obsession though.
Musings on a Woodland Nymph Pt. 1
by Alyx Alexandre
The first time I visited, I was surprised at how
simple it was to gain entry onto the grounds and into
her room. I thought their security would have been top
notch but getting into the mansion was easy. Well,
easy for me anyway.
I was drawn to that particular room, partially because
of the open window but mainly because of the wonderful
fragrance that drifted out of it - roses, orchids,
lilies, birds of paradise, and tulips. The mixture of
scents coming through that open window was incredible.
Whatever was inside that room smelled even better than
the garden outside where I was standing.
I hopped through the window, lightly landing on the
balls of my feet. It was *her* room. I knew it because
plants and flowers grew everywhere. There was barely
an inch of wall or floor space visible. Her room
delighted me to no end! It was like walking into a
mini rainforest. I felt completely at home. I looked
around the moonlit loft, taking in everything, from
the sights and sounds of the plants communing with
each other to the small insects humming. Just being in
the same space and sharing the same time made me
lightheaded. The forbidden nature of it all was
I peered around the corner to see the other part of
the loft. I was greeted with the vision that has
dominated my dreams & waking moments. I almost forgot
to breathe but when I finally exhaled, I synchronized
my breathing with hers.
She slept on a four-poster mahogany bed that was
draped with a sheer cloth. Her thick white hair
shimmered in the moonlight. Her beautiful eyes, though
closed, were enchanting. A smile played across her
sensuous lips. Her shapely body was outlined under the
creamy satin sheets. The white camisole nightgown
highlighted the rich mocha color of her skin. The thin
straps accentuated her delicate shoulders and slender
arms while the plunging neckline revealed ripe,
voluptuous cleavage. She was beautiful, my fairy
princess. My eyes devoured her for the umpteenth time,
filing away every little detail for future reference.
I wanted so badly to touch her yet I didn't dare move
from where I stood in the shadows. I don't exactly
remember when I fell to my knees but since I was in
the presence of such exquisite perfection, I paid my
I know I may seem like the ultimate voyeur. Perhaps I
am. I didn't come here to touch her. No, that's not
why I come here. I just come to look at her. I
couldn't believe it, really - that I found her, I
mean, but I'm so glad that I did! If anyone had
suggested that to simply watch this woman would make
me happy and contented, I would have said lay off the
drugs. Truthfully speaking, not touching her kept the
fantasy alive. Even though I knew that this sleeping
beauty before me was a Mutant just like myself, I
wanted so very badly to believe she was much, much
Because of my appearance, I was teased terribly by
other children when I was a little boy. Like so many
misfits, I found refuge in books. Colorful,
imaginative picture books where everything was bright
and sunny. No one teased, cursed, hit or spat on
anyone. No one fought - unless it was a prince
fighting a dragon, beast or witch for his princess.
True, the girls and boys in those pretty books did not
look like me but I didn't care. Those stories promised
that if you wished hard enough, good things would
happen to you. I identified most with the stories that
had animals in them, especially those that featured a
toad and a princess. The ending was always the same
(they were so predictable) but I loved reading them
anyway. The toad turned into a prince, married the
princess and they all lived 'Happily Ever After'. I
believed that one day a beautiful girl would come
along, kiss me and I would turn into a prince. I
really did. I loved fairy tales.
As I got older, I learned that fairy tales don't come
true, especially for someone like me. And plastic
surgery was not an option. *Looking* like a toad was
much more difficult that actually *being* a toad. If I
were an actual toad, then my life would have been
easy! I would have spent my days swimming, eating,
humping & making sure I didn't end up as alligator
food. But since I'm a Mutant who also looks like a
toad, my life has been made into a living hell.
Because I don't fit the standard of beauty, I've been
labeled 'ugly' and 'bad.' As far back as I can
remember, I have been treated terribly or neglected by
those who were supposed to care for me as well as
strangers. It is no wonder that the trusting little
boy that I was became an angry man and resentful at
the world. No beautiful girl was going to kiss me. I
would not turn into a prince. I eventually realized
that I would never get anything unless I took it by
force. The problem with this course of action was that
it put me squarely on the 'evil' side of the equation.
I copped the tough end of the stick either way so I
When I was a small boy I saw three wood nymphs - or
were they fairies? Whatever, same difference to me. I
saw them playing in the bushes outside my window very
early one morning. I still don't know what woke me up
at that hour. They were beautiful tiny girls with long
silver white hair. Their happy laughter made me think
of sunny days and ooh, they could fly! Looking at them
play tag, as they darted in and out of the bushes, I
experienced a special feeling of wonder. I knew that I
was the only person watching them at that moment. It
was like they were performing especially for me, their
guest of honor. I also felt sad because I couldn't
play with them. I knew they wouldn't play with me -
none of the other children did. I quietly watched them
have fun and I was happy too. But at the same time, a
wave of loneliness rolled around inside me I began to
cry quietly. I watched them play, with a confused
mixture of sadness & joy, until they were gone.
For a long time I never spoke of what I saw but when I
gathered the courage to ask about fairies, my
caretakers said stop talking nonsense, such things
didn't exist. They cuffed me upside my head, called me
stupid, gave me extra chores and that was that. But I
knew what I saw that day and I refused to let go of
that memory. Although the world gradually turned me
into a hard man, a small part of me still believed. I
knew in my heart that such things were real. If only I
could have it again for one brief moment...
About two weeks ago Eric gave each of us a dossier on
the X-Men. When I saw her picture, I gasped. There she
was. It was her - Ororo Monroe. The pretty almond
shaped eyes, the silver-white hair. My wood nymph,
without a doubt.
Sabretooth looked over my shoulder and grunted, "Oh
yeah! That chick is mine! I'm gonna squeeze her real
tight and drink her sweet tears like wine. Then
I flipped the metal-bound folder shut and whirled
around to face him. "Shut up!" I snarled, royally
pissed. I know what he is capable of. I wanted to say
more but I didn't. My reaction already told Creed more
than I wanted him to know. Shit.
He frowned at me then smiled that lazy cunning smile
of his and slouched away. Sometimes I really hate that
psycho butcher. I don't underestimate him though. He
may come off like an idiot but I've seen him in action
and I know better.
I opened the file and inspected the contents once
again. The summary described her mutation as having
the ability to control the weather & other elements of
nature, hence the codename 'Storm'. Plus, she could
also fly. Well, if that's not the definition of a
nymph I don't know what is. I *had* to see her and
quickly before all hell breaks loose.
Eric will launch his attack on humanity as soon as we
get that powerful Mutant girl he covets. The
Brotherhood will strike first of course; we always
engage with the surprise attack. I will only have time
to do my job. When Storm and I meet face to face it
won't be pleasant, for either one of us. I'll have to
fight her myself to make sure that Creed doesn't get
his filthy claws on her. I'm looking forward to our
meeting & dreading it too.
As I turn to leave her room, this peaceful sanctuary,
I look at her for what could be the last time in this
setting. Watching her sleep, so safe & secure, I
desperately wish for something better in my life. I
wish that things could have been different for me but
it's too late now.
I chose a side in this war for better or for worse; it
may or may not be the right side.
Thing is, I'm not on *her* side and when I see her
again one of us may not survive.
End Part 1 of 2.
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