CRY FOR MERCY CH11
- DISCLAIMERS AND SUCH ARE IN CH1
4:35 am; the sun was not yet up and normally only the few nocturnal
mutants who stayed in the mansion were awake at this time. But these
days were getting less and less `normal' for mutants every where.
"Monday's going to be beautiful autumn day with warm temperatures,
light westerly winds and plenty of sunshine." The weather man
predicted to his radio audience in a voice that was entirely too
chirpy for this time of the morning. "So get out side and enjoy today
because it is going to be a perfect day for the New England coast
Maybe the weather man was thinking this was going to be a perfect
day, but Scott's mood didn't agree. "Typical for the media to give us
the earliest air-time possible when it comes to clearly our names."
Scott held the passenger door to the Rolls open for Charles, while
Ororo took the driver's seat. Charles maneuvered his legs inside the
vehicle while Scott folded his chair and put it in the car as well.
"Yes, isn't it kind of Good Morning America to have me on as their
first guest; This should give everyone who is waking up this
morning, plenty of time to just miss my interview." God had blessed
Charles with many talents; his dry sense of humor was one that may
have been Charles' personal favorite.
Before Scott closed the passenger door for Charles, the Professor had
a few last minute instructions for him.
"Scott, go ahead and assign Sabretooth some chores this morning. He
needs to feel useful."
"Unfortunately Professor, what Sabretooth's mostly useful for- is
destroying things." Scott interjected sarcastically.
"All the more reason to keep his hands busy then."
The Professor could see that Scott was still unsure of letting the
300lbs psycho-killer become a part of their pseudo family.
In his heart Scott knew that Charles always respected his opinion,
and would never talk down to him, but still he felt uncomfortable,
almost guilty every time he disagreed with him.
"Sabretooth nearly attacked Mercy at yesterday's meeting." Scott
pointed out. "Doesn't that' prove he isn't ready to be trusted?"
Charles smiled remembering the incident. "Well Scott, other than
mangling a purple ball of fuzz Mercy had glued to her pen, I believe
he behaved quite well. But yes I see your point; Sabretooth must
learn to be respectful of other people and their property. If he is
willing to apologize to Mercy for taking her pen, then he may start
Scott closed the door and watched the Rolls drive quietly away. `What
kind of chores do you give to a homicidal-maniac anyway?'
6:00 am; and more people in the mansion were starting to awake. Along
with the nocturnal mutants, there were also mutants in the mansion
who instinctively arose with the sun.
Scott wasn't sure exactly where his internal time clock was set. To
him, it just seemed that no matter what time of the day it was, he
was usually awake. Something Scott noticed that he and Sabretooth had
However the felinoid "cat-napped" all day, it was one of the
advantages of his mutation Scott supposed and somewhat envied.
Scott was beginning to realize that if he wanted to figure Sabretooth
out, then first he should learn more about big cats.
Rather than looking in on the felinoid however, Scott went to check
on the mansion's other `guest' who was still comatose in the
Dr. Grey wasn't sure just what to make of Toad's condition.
One hour the tape from the monitor would read one thing, the next it
would read something completely different and even later, it would
read the same as it did the first hour.
"It seems as if Toad's body isn't sure if it's human or amphibian."
Jean tried to explain. "By my diagnosis, Mortimer should be on his
feet by now and yet, he has shown no sign of coming out of his comma.
It's very strange."
"Well, don't turn your back on him. I trust him even less then I
trust Sabretooth." Scott re-checked the restraints holding Toad in
place, paying special attention to the gag over his mouth.
His fiancé gave him a dirty look. "Trust me, Scott, I know how
important that gag around his mouth is."
For a second, Scott felt as if he had just been caught with his pants
hanging down around his ankles. Once more his overly-protective
nature had got him into trouble with Jean.
"Alright, so I act like a chauvinist now and then. I don't mean to, I
just love you that's all." Scott tried to sound apologetic though he
didn't think to add a quick `I'm sorry' to go along with his defense,
and quiet possibly because he wasn't sorry for caring about her; just
sorry for pissing her off; again.
Jean smiled and forgave her beau knowing that there were some
qualities about him that would always be there. She loved his kind
nature, his sense of humor, his sense of honor. The fact that she
thought he was drop dead gorgeous sense the 10th grade was just a
bonus. Though his looks may someday fade, his heart would always be
But it is also likely that Scott would never change his intrusive or
some what meddling nature either.
The trauma of losing his parents in a plane crash and thinking his
bother had died, undoubtedly left permanent scars that would show
from time to time.
Jean realized the best way to love him was not to argue over his
faults and weaknesses every time they popped up unannounced.
"Well, comma or not, Wart's gotta go." Scott mentioned eager to
change the subject.
Jean's mouth dropped open a bit from shock. "Scott, you're starting
to spend too much time with Sabretooth. You're even starting to talk
Scott sighed. "You're right. I've been spending so much time with the
son-of-a-bitch that I'm actually starting to like him."
Jean gave him an unhappy look and bit her tongue.
She too had reservations about the professor's plans for Sabretooth,
but her reasons were more personal than Scott's.
"Scott." She tried to explain her feelings. "I've looked inside both
of their heads. I understand Sabretooth mostly reacts out of anger,
or fear, or, or some other negative emotion."
Chills ran down her spine as she unconsciously recalled horrible
things she had seen inside of Sabretooth's head. But then she turned
and gave the amphibinoid a dirty look. "Where Toad well, he's just a
mean little shit, plain and simple."
"I know you would like to see Sabretooth hauled away along with his
companion, but at least here we can keep an eye on him. We can keep
him from hurting others," Scott paused and put his arm around Jean's
shoulder. "Like Betsy."
Jean nodded her head. She understood the logic to Scott's thinking
and even she saw what the Professor had seen in Sabretooth as well.
But it wasn't for what he might do in the future that disturbed her,
it was the crimes and villainy of his past.
Jean knew that staying bitter would only do harm, but she could not
let it go.
In the back of her mind Jean feared that if she forgave Sabretooth
for what he had done to a very close friend of hers, she would be
betraying that friend.
"Come on Jean, would you like some breakfast." Scott nudged her and
smiled to cheer her up.
They turned away from Toad and walked toward the elevator doors.
"I could use some food." She added hoping to get her mind off of the
Moments after they left the dispensary, Toad opened his eyes and
looked around. He felt his bondages and he especially noticed the gag
in his mouth.
`How the fuck did I end up here?' He wondered.