NOTE: I did not write this -- Edana did. When she warned
me that it was really dark, I said "How dark can it be?"
THIS dark, apparently. <ulp!> Take her disclaimer
seriously, folks -- and if you're squeamish or underage,
for gods' sake, stop here.
By Edana ni Emer
Classification: Movieverse fic, Toad/Sabretooth, with small
roles by Magneto and Mystique.
Rating: Very very R. Maybe worse. Very bad things happen
in this fic. And they happen to Toad. You will feel sorry
for Toad before this is over, even if you hate his guts.
Stop reading now if you are of delicate constitution.
Summary: When scolded by Magneto for losing Rogue and
Wolverine, Sabretooth takes out his frustrations on the
nearest available target...Toad.
Archive: Anywhere, as long as I am told about it first. I
love seeing my name up in lights! Well, pixels, anyway.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the words. I make no money
off the Marvel characters. Of course, until this movie came
out, Marvel wasn't either...so no harm, no foul. :-)
Feedback; Yes, please! I love feedback! It does wonderful
things to my fragile ego. And positive responses will
encourage me to write/post the sequal. Just, if you're on
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Sabretooth snarled quietly to himself as he stalked out of
Magneto's office. He wasn't about to do it any louder where
the old man could hear him. Guy may be old and feeble
physically, but when he can rip your body apart by the iron
in your blood, he gets a bit of respect anyway.
"I'm going to work on the mutate device. It's nearly
finished. If not for your bungling, we would almost be
ready," Magneto said, then turned and stalked off.
Sabretooth snarled at his back, tensing as Magneto paused
before continuing on.
Hearing a muted snicker behind him, he whirled, clenching
the dog tags inscribed with Wolverine's name in his fist
hard enough to leave imprints in his skin. Toad. Little
bastard. His "comrade in arms," his "brother in mutantcy"
was crouched in a shadowed corner of the room, clearly
enjoying Sabretooth's impotent fury.
"Boss not too pleased, eh?" he smirked. Finally given an
outlet for his frustration and fury, Sabretooth leaped
across the room in a single bound, grabbing the surprised
mutant by the throat before he could leap away.
Toad at once opened his mouth to spit the obnoxious green
goo that would seal off Sabretooth's mouth and nose, and
incapacitate him long enough for Toad to get away. Instead,
he found himself strangling as Sabretooth's grip closed
around his neck in a grip of iron.
"I don't think so, you little punk. You open your mouth
again and I'll pinch your head off, you got me?" To
emphasize his point, Sabretooth tightened his grip around
Toad's neck until Toad thought he was going to pass out.
Just as black sparkles began to dance their way across his
vision, Sabretooth eased up, allowing Toad to breathe again.
He swore to himself. It would have been better if he'd
passed out. He wasn't looking forward to what was about to
As Sabretooth's fist buried itself in his stomach, Toad
sighed in relief, with what little breath he had left, and
prayed that the beating wouldn't stop anytime soon. As each
blow landed, he retreated a little farther inside himself,
drawing back from the pain and from the thought of what was
soon going to happen. It was something he'd learned long
ago, soon after Magneto had taken him in. It was a defense
mechanism that had stood him in good stead.
His mutation had been visible at birth, his greenish skin
and extraordinary tongue marking him as different from the
moment he drew his first breath. Apalled and disgusted, his
parents had given him up for adoption almost before the
afterbirth had been delivered. Their action had condemned
him to a life of misery. After all, who would adopt a
mutant kid when there were so many normals in the
He had grown up cynical, embittered, and angry, hating
normals as much as they hated him. Then Magneto had come.
His savior. When he was fourteen he had lurked in the
shadows as a tall, (to him, anyway) silver-haired man had
come to the orphanage seeking his "brethren." The thought
of belonging, of being somewhere where he wasn't a freak,
had drawn him like a magnet, and he had joined Magneto's
cause. He believed in it. He believed in the man. What he
had trouble believing in, sometimes, were the others that
served Magneto's Dream.
Mystique, the blue-skinned shapeshifter, had looked him over
casually when he arrived, then proceeded to ignore his
existance. She was rarely there much anyway. Her skills
were useful to a degree that Magneto could rarely afford to
let her rest. The other, though, Sabretooth, had given him
shivers from the moment they had met. The large felinoid
mutant had circled him several times, sniffing him as he
"Kinda runty, ain't he? And he's scared half to death.
Can't say he'll ever be any use to you. I ain't even doing
anything and he's about to pass out," the hulking mutant had
snarled. Toad had blinked nearsightedly and shuddered at
Sabretooth's hot breath against the back of his neck.
Magneto had put a gentle arm around his shoulders and drawn
"He may have a greater potential than you can see. I would
like you to train him," Magneto had said, ignoring his
shudder. "Mortimer, I would like you to choose a
descriptive alias. We may be more powerful than humans, but
there are still many more of them than there are of us.
Therefore we need codenames, to protect ourselves."
He hadn't even needed to think. "Toad. That's what they
all call me. Toad."
"Very well, Toad. I'll give you a few days to get settled
in, and then we'll start your lessons. Sabretooth, show him
to his room." At Toad's flinch Magneto had smiled kindly.
"The two of you need to get used to each other. You will be
working together for a long time."
It had only been a few months later that he had shown up to
a training session to find a very angry Sabretooth raging,
destroying everything in sight. He'd tried to sneak away,
but Sabretooth's heightened senses had detected him before
he'd managed more than a step.
Snarling, the powerful predator had leaped upon him, pinning
him to the ground. Blows had rained down on him and before
long, everything had gone fuzzy and distant. Much of it he
didn't even remember. One thing that remained crystal-
clear, however, was the moment when Sabretooth had rolled
him over on his stomach and ripped the back of his pants off
his body with a single powerful yank. A bit of spit was the
only preparation he got before he was nearly split in two.
He had howled his agony, only to recieve a cuff on the back
of the head and a snarl to shut up.
Every thrust sent burning pain throughout his entire body,
and Sabretooth seemed to enjoy the cries of pain he couldn't
stifle no matter how hard he tried. He bit nearly through
his bottom lip in an effort to silence himself, but to no
avail. The pain as he was virtually pounded through the
floor was excruciating, but worse was the feeling of shame
and humiliation. Of degradation. Of disgust. He finally
gave up and sobbed brokenly into the exercise mat under him
as Sabretooth, grunting, finally finished and pulled away.
He curled into himself as he watched Sabretooth wipe himself
off with a towel and adjust his clothing. He looked at Toad
with an expression between a sneer and a leer, and turned to
walk away. As he closed the door behind him, he flung a
single word over his shoulder.
Toad had dragged himself back to his room as quickly as he
could, cleaning his wounds as best he was able. The
combination of the beating and...the other, made it
difficult and painful to walk for several days. Later he
found out the reason Sabretooth had been so enraged.
Magneto had chastised him harshly for getting into a fight
with another mutant. In Magneto's eyes, all mutants were
brothers, and even a mutant that had shown himself to be
Magneto's enemy would not be killed unless there was no
other way. Sabretooth had encountered an old enemy of his,
and they had done their level best to kill each other. Toad
breathed a prayer of thankfulness that he hadn't succeeded.
If Sabretooth had killed another mutant without just cause,
Magneto would have been furious, even angrier than he had
already been, and he would have punished him severely. And
Toad would have been in even worse shape.
He had been barely fifteen.
Pain brought his attention back to the present, when he
wished heartily he could have remained in the past. He had
lived through what had happened then. It was still up for
questioning, as it always was until it was over, whether he
would survive this time. He firmly squelched the tiny voice
inside that wished he wouldn't. He would survive. He had
to. Sabretooth had to pay.
His body's violent invasion made him grit his teeth against
a scream. It was easier now than it had been the first
time, but that was like saying that getting shot with
fourteen bullets was "easier" than getting shot with
fifteen. He didn't fight anymore. By the time he had
turned sixteen, he had realized he wouldn't win anyway, not
if his first attack was unsuccessful. Even if he did get
away, Sabretooth would only try again later. Besides,
Sabretooth enjoyed it when he fought. That was reason
enough not to do it.
Finally, it was over. An explosive grunt and one final
flash of excruciating pain and Sabretooth was finished. He
pulled away and cleaned himself off, then stalked away,
apparently still angry, but not homicidally furious as he
had been before. Toad dragged himself into a dark corner to
recover enough to go get cleaned up himself. He looked up,
blinking myopically when he heard a low chuckle. His
stomach clenched as a fuzzy blue blob stepped close enough
to resolve itself into Mystique. Shit. She knew.
He blinked again, squinting slightly to bring her into
clearer focus. What he saw disgusted him as much as
Sabretooth did. Her mouth was slightly open, her breathing
quick. The look in her strange eyes was unmistakably
"Quite a show there. I wonder if his mutation leads itself
to a quick recovery time?" She looked at him coyly. "You
wouldn't happen to know, would you?" He could only gape at
her. "I suppose not. I think I'll go find out for myself."
With that she sauntered out of the room. Toad thought he
was going to be sick, but managed to keep his stomach under
Dragging himself back to his room, he took a shower,
scrubbing at his skin until it was raw. He still couldn't
seem to feel clean. When the water started to run cold, he
got out to dry himself off. He sat on the edge of the bed,
towel around his waist and shook with residual terror, pain,
and revulsion. When the shakes had run their course, he
clenched his fist and slammed into the bed.
"Enough!" Taking a deep breath, he started shoving all the
emotions his encounter with Sabretooth had brought to the
fore. All the weakness, fear, revulsion, depression, self-
hate...all of it. The only thing he didn't suppress was the
burning ball of icy hate that roiled in his gut. It didn't
matter that Sabretooth was his "brother." It didn't even
matter what Magneto would do to him if he took his revenge
without telling him why first. The only thing that mattered
was that, whatever it took, he would make Sabretooth pay.