<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l521/ElliMichi/5e27572c-5891-46ee-a289-dcd2baedc6f8_zpsda0b8b73.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Toad<br/><strong>Location:</strong>New York<br/><strong>Whereabouts</strong>Rikers Island Mutant Cell<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Toad took care of two of the guards on his own. It was a sad comparison to what the others could manage, but his were definitely among the messiest.<br/><br/>The first he'd jumped after was laying on the ground. His helmet was missing and his eyes were dead white and blood shot. Covering his mouth and nose the same hardened mucus substance that had been used to make his burrow in his cell. The man's gloves had been removed and his finger tips were bloodied from having tried to claw off the hardened mucus. He'd died a rather quick, but painful death of suffocation.<br/><br/>The second was a little luckier. Once Toad got his helmet off, instead of letting him slowly die from lack of breath, he wrapped his long, dripping tongue around the man's neck. His strong legs had the guard's arms pinned to his sides and his neck tightened with a grip stronger than any boa constrictor. There was a sickening<em>'CRACK'</em>and the man went limp under him.<br/><br/>The thick, round tongue slid back into his mouth and he burped a little before looking down at the dead guard. His neck was black and blue. The coiled markings around his neck showed where the tongue was. It was grotesque. It made Toad visibly shudder. He didn't often use his tongue in that specific way. There was only one other time before when he could remember seeing a neck like that and he still wasn't sure if it was his fault or not. Instead of the man below him, all he could see was the twenty year old girl he'd woken up next to years and years ago and her neck was that way.<br/><br/>He shook his head and hopped away from the body. He latched onto a wall and climbed up to the corner between the wall and ceiling. His shoulder length hair hung around his face as he continued to stare at the body of the man whose neck he'd just snapped.