FEBRUARY 3, 2025
The echo of mocking laughter filled the restroom as Ganke struggled, his head shoved into a toilet bowl by Sanders and his gang.
Ganke: (Muffled) I'm sorry! I didn't say anything!
Sanders sneered, keeping a firm grip on Ganke.
Sanders: (Mocking) Don't I hear you're supposed to be the game genius here at school, Ganke? Where's that big brain of yours now?
Nathan laughed, leaning against the sink.
Nathan: (Taunting) Yeah! What was that you were saying in the game the other day, huh?
Steve chuckled, crossing his arms.
Steve: (Grinning) Right, you didn't seem so quiet then.
Suddenly, the door slammed open with a loud "BANG", silencing the room. Standing in the doorway, wearing his soccer uniform with the bold number 7 on the back, was an angry Richard Ritchson.
Richard: (Glaring) What did I tell you guys?
The bullies froze, turning to face Richard. Sanders, trying to play it cool, released Ganke and shrugged.
Sanders: (Dismissive) Come on, Ritchson, it's not a big deal. We're just—
Richard: (Snarling) What did I tell you guys?
Sanders exchanged a nervous glance with Nathan and Steve but tried to stand his ground.
Sanders: (Scoffing) Why do you even care about this fatso?
Nathan: (Backing him up) Yeah, come on, man.
Richard's eyes narrowed dangerously. Without warning, he grabbed Sanders by the collar of his shirt and yanked him forward.
Richard: (Voice low and menacing) I warned you to leave my friend alone.
Sanders, trying to save face, spit in Richard's face with a smug grin.
Sanders: (Mocking) What? Do you care that much about this fatass? Fine, alright, we're leaving.
But before he could move, Richard's temper boiled over. He threw Sanders onto the restroom floor with a loud thud, glaring down at him.
Richard: (Shouting) What did I say?!
Sanders scrambled back, fear flickering across his face. Nathan and Steve quickly helped him up, their confidence evaporating.
Steve: (Muttering) Let's just go.
Sanders: (Grumbling) Whatever, man.
The three bullies hurried out of the restroom without another word, leaving Richard and Ganke alone. Richard wiped his face with the back of his hand, his anger slowly subsiding as he turned to Ganke.
Richard: (Sighing) You okay?
Ganke nodded weakly, adjusting his glasses.
Ganke: (Quietly) Thanks, Richard.
Richard offered a small smile, pulling Ganke to his feet.
Richard: (Softly) Don't mention it. Just... next time, call me sooner, alright?
Ganke: (Nods) Yeah... okay.
Richard gave him a pat on the back as they left the restroom together, leaving the tension behind.
-Minutes Later-
Richard sat rigidly in the chair across from Principal Sarah's imposing desk. The tension in the room was thick as the principal glared at him, her voice rising with every word.
Principal Sarah: (Shouting) Do you have any idea what you've done, Richard? You've caused nothing but trouble, fighting in the restroom like some delinquent!
Richard: (Defiant) I was doing what's right! I was saving my friend from your bully of a son, Sanders!
Sanders, sitting smugly on the other side of the office, crossed his arms and smirked. Principal Sarah's face twisted in anger as she leaned forward.
Principal Sarah: (Furious) My son is a good boy! He would never bully anyone in my school!
He looked back at her with fire in his eyes.
Richard: (Coldly) Your son? A good boy? Please. He's a piece of trash, and you're blind to it.
Principal Sarah's eyes flared with rage as she swiftly slapped Richard across the face. The room fell into silence, save for the faint echo of the slap.
Principal Sarah: (Snapping) Watch your mouth, young man!
Richard: (Voice rising) Or what? You'll expel me? Go ahead! Expel me from this corrupt school if that's what you want!
Principal Sarah faltered for a moment, her confidence wavering. Richard leaned forward, his voice sharp.
Richard: (Mockingly) But think about it, Principal Sarah. If you expel me, you'll lose the best soccer player this school has ever had. Think, Principal Sarah, think! Real hard about what you're about to do.
Her expression hardened, but Richard could see her hesitance. Sanders, still smirking, finally spoke up.
Sanders: (Smugly) Yeah, Mom, let's see if the team can win without their star player.
Principal Sarah's jaw clenched. She knew Richard was right, and that infuriated her even more. She leaned back in her chair, struggling to regain control of the situation.
Principal Sarah: (Coldly) Fine. But this is your last warning, Ritchson. One more slip-up, and you're out of here. Do you understand me?
Richard stood, adjusting his soccer jacket with a smirk of his own.
Richard: (Calmly) Crystal clear.
He turned to leave, throwing a final glance at Sanders.
Richard: (Quietly) I'll see you on the field.
Sanders' smirk faltered for the first time, and Richard walked out of the office with his head held high. As he left, he muttered under his breath.
Richard: (To himself) Corrupt school, corrupt family. What a joke.
Richard's phone buzzed on the table, interrupting the sandwich he was enjoying. He picked it up, saw the name, and smirked.
Richard: (Answering) Sup, little girl?
Cut to the Baxter Building, where Valeria Richards, in her lab coat, held her phone with an annoyed expression.
Valeria: (Irritated) I told you to stop calling me that!
Richard: (Casually) Yeah, yeah. So, what's the task today? Do I have to go over there?
Valeria: (Sighing) Oh, it's simple. You're cleaning my dad's science room, that's all.
Richard nearly dropped his phone.
Richard: (In disbelief) That's all? Are you crazy?! Your dad's gonna blow a gasket if I mess with his lab!
Valeria: (Shrugging) Don't worry about it. My entire family went into the Negative Zone. It's just me and Franklin here, so you've got time to clean without anyone yelling at you.
Richard: (Still skeptical) Fine. I'll be there in an hour, you little girl.
Before Valeria could retort, Richard hung up, leaving her glaring at her phone.
Valeria: (Shouting into the dead line) Why you! You white-haired bastard!!
Franklin, lounging on the couch nearby, raised an eyebrow.
Franklin: (Mockingly) I'm really starting to doubt the connection between the two of you.
Valeria turned to glare at her brother.
Valeria: (Pointing at him) You don't start with me right now!
Franklin laughed, walking away while Valeria fumed, muttering under her breath about how annoying Richard was.
-FLASHBACK LAST MONTH-
Valeria Richards stood nose-to-nose with Richard, an intern under her father's supervision. Their raised voices filled the room, echoing off the walls.
Valeria: (Angrily) You think you're so smart, don't you? Always questioning my calculations like you know better!
Richard: (Frustrated) Someone has to! You act like you're infallible, but you make mistakes just like everyone else, Valeria!
Valeria: (Scoffing) Oh, please! You're just an intern! You wouldn't even be here if it weren't for my father!
Richard: (Fuming) And yet, here I am cleaning up after your reckless experiments! Maybe you're the one who doesn't deserve to be here!
The argument grew louder, their voices clashing like opposing storms. Valeria's hands clenched into fists, her face flushed with anger, while Richard jabbed a finger toward the workstation, where scattered tools and a holographic display flickered from her earlier outburst.
The door slid open abruptly, and Reed Richards strode in, his expression a mixture of exhaustion and irritation. He slammed a hand on the console, cutting off their argument with a sharp bang.
Reed: (Shouting) Stop fighting! Both of you!
The room fell silent, the weight of his voice hanging in the air. Valeria and Richard both turned to him, still bristling but too stunned to continue their shouting match.
Richard: (Pointing at Valeria) She started it! She's the one who—
Valeria: (Interrupting) No, he started it! He's been nitpicking everything I—
Reed: (Snapping) Shut up! Both of you!
The sharpness of his tone silenced them immediately. He fixed his gaze on Valeria, his voice stern but calm.
Reed: (Firmly) Valeria, go to your mother. Now. I'll handle this with Richard.
Valeria opened her mouth as if to argue but caught herself when she saw the steely resolve in her father's eyes. With an exasperated sigh, she spun on her heel and stormed out of the lab, her muttering audible as she left.
Valeria: (Bitterly) Unbelievable. He's just an intern, but I'm the one getting sent away.
Reed waited until the door slid shut before turning his attention to Richard. His posture was rigid, arms crossed as he regarded the intern with a mix of disappointment and authority.
Reed: (Firmly) Richard, you're here to learn, not to start fights with my daughter. Care to explain what's going on?
Richard: (Defensive) She won't listen to feedback, Dr. Richards! I was just trying to point out an error, and she blew up on me!
Reed raised an eyebrow, his tone softening slightly but remaining firm.
Reed: (Calmly) And shouting at her is your solution? You know Valeria is brilliant, but she's also stubborn. If you want to get through to her, you need to be patient, not combative.
Richard's frustration seemed to wane slightly as he looked away, his shoulders slumping.
Richard: (Quietly) I wasn't trying to fight. I just... I get frustrated when she acts like she's better than everyone else.
Reed stepped closer, placing a reassuring hand on Richard's shoulder.
Reed: (Gently) I understand. But remember, you're both here for the same reason—to learn and to grow. You may not always see eye-to-eye, but you need to find a way to work together. You'll achieve far more as a team than you ever could alone.
Richard nodded slowly, the tension in his posture easing.
Richard: (Quietly) I'll try to talk to her... properly this time.
Reed offered a small, encouraging smile.
Reed: (Softly) That's all I ask. Now, take a break and clear your head. We'll address this again tomorrow.
Sue Storm sat on the couch in the living room, a cup of tea in hand, when Valeria stormed in, her face a storm cloud of frustration. She could sense something was wrong immediately. Valeria's fists were clenched, and her expression was tight with irritation.
Sue: (Concerned) Val? What happened?
Valeria turned sharply to face her mother, her voice rising with bitterness.
Valeria: (Angrily) That white-haired bastard! I hate him, Mom. I've hated him since the beginning! I don't even want to know why he's here!
Sue raised an eyebrow, a mixture of confusion and concern crossing her features. She set the cup of tea down, leaning forward to look at her daughter more closely.
Sue: (Calmly) Valeria, I know you're upset, but you need to talk about this. Who are you talking about?
Valeria let out an exasperated sigh, her words rushing out in a bitter tone.
Valeria: (Frustrated) Richard. That intern. He's always acting like he knows everything, like he's so much better than me!
Sue leaned back slightly, taking in her daughter's frustration. She knew this wasn't the first time Valeria had clashed with Richard, but she had no idea the tension had escalated to this level.
Sue: (Softly) Valeria... I understand that things are hard between you two right now. But fighting with him won't make anything better.
Valeria scoffed, her arms crossing in defiance.
Valeria: (Mocking) Oh, so now you're going to defend him? You know what? I don't even care anymore.
Sue sighed, reaching over to gently place a hand on Valeria's shoulder, trying to calm her down.
Sue: (Quietly) I'm not defending him. But you should know, I've been where you are, feeling frustrated and misunderstood. I can't tell you how many times your father and I have had our disagreements.
Valeria raised an eyebrow, not sure where this conversation was going.
Valeria: (Sarcastically) Oh? Really? And how did that end up?
Sue smiled softly, remembering a time long ago.
Sue: (Softly) Well, when I was a child, I went to live with my Aunt Marygay Jewel Dinkins. I'II ran to a boarding house, and I spent a lot of time there. When I was in my late teens, I fell in love with one of her boarders? Your father, Reed Richards. He was working on his third doctorate at Empire State University.
Valeria narrowed her eyes, clearly intrigued but still not quite convinced.
Valeria: (Skeptical) So... you were just some lovesick teenager following around some genius?
Sue chuckled, the memories of her younger years coming back with a gentle warmth.
Sue: (Nostalgic) It wasn't quite like that, Val. But yes, I followed him to California. I had dreams of being a part of the entertainment world, trying to break into show business, but truthfully, I wasn't all that passionate about it. I was more focused on him, on us.
Valeria's face scrunched up, processing her mother's words. She tilted her head in a mixture of disbelief and sarcasm.
Valeria: (Mockingly) So... you were just a simp? Or obsessed with Dad?
Sue paused, looking at her daughter with a slightly surprised expression. She had never expected to hear her daughter phrase it like that.
Sue: (A bit flustered) I'd rather not say it that way, Val. But... I guess, yes, I was. I was young, and I didn't really understand the bigger picture. All I knew was that I wanted to be with him, and in the end, we made it work.
Valeria didn't seem entirely satisfied with her mother's explanation, but she could see the sincerity in Sue's eyes. She softened slightly, though she still wasn't thrilled about the whole situation.
Valeria: (Reluctantly) I guess that makes sense. But still, I don't know what I'm supposed to do with Richard. He just... he drives me insane!
Sue smiled gently, her hand resting on Valeria's shoulder again.
Sue: (Kindly) Sometimes, Val, the people who drive us the most crazy are the ones who can teach us the most. I know it's hard, but try to see it as a challenge to learn something new about yourself and maybe even about him.
Valeria exhaled sharply, clearly still not sure how to handle things, but the fire in her eyes seemed to have dimmed just a little.
Valeria: (Sighing) I'll try, Mom. But I'm not making any promises.
Sue nodded understandingly, her expression soft and reassuring.
Sue: (Gently) That's all I ask. Take it one step at a time, Valeria. You'll figure it out.
Sue could see the storm of emotions swirling in her daughter's mind.
Sue: (Calmly) You know, Val, sometimes when we clash with people, it can be a sign of something more.
Valeria stopped pacing and shot her mother a confused look.
Valeria: (Skeptical) What do you mean? That was just a stupid fight. I don't care about Richard.
Sue raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile tugging at her lips.
Sue: (Playfully) What if it's a sign of love, Val? A sign that maybe, deep down, you care more than you're willing to admit?
Valeria's face flushed instantly, and she froze in her tracks, eyes widening as her mind raced to process the words. The thought hadn't crossed her mind until now, and the possibility seemed both absurd and... oddly plausible.
Valeria: (Shouting) No! No way! Of all the guys I could like... why him?! Why Richard?!
She crossed her arms tightly over her chest, her cheeks burning with embarrassment as she turned her face away from Sue, desperately trying to avoid her mother's amused gaze. Sue, on the other hand, could barely suppress a laugh. She had been expecting this reaction, but it didn't make it any less delightful.
Sue: (Teasing) Oh, come on. It's not so far-fetched. You're always so passionate when it comes to him. Maybe... just maybe, that's a sign of something deeper.
Valeria groaned, her hands flying up in exasperation.
Valeria: (Frustrated) I don't care, okay? He's annoying! He's arrogant! He's ugh, I just don't like him like that, Mom!
Sue smirked, clearly enjoying the moment.
Sue: (Sincerely) It's okay, Val. You don't have to admit anything right now. But sometimes, our emotions can confuse us, and it's hard to tell what we're really feeling.
Valeria sat down at the table, still flushed with embarrassment and trying her best to ignore her mother's teasing. The thought of liking Richard of all people was something she hadn't even considered. But now that her mother had planted the seed, it was hard to ignore the strange mix of emotions she felt when Richard was around.
Valeria: (Reluctantly) I'm not a kid anymore, Mom. I know how to handle things.
Sue smiled warmly at her daughter, her tone softening.
Sue: (Gently) I know you do. But just remember, it's okay to be confused. You're growing up, and sometimes that means dealing with complicated feelings. Just take it one step at a time.
Valeria sighed dramatically, leaning back in her chair as she tried to brush off the awkwardness.
Valeria: (Muttering) I still can't believe you think I like him. That's ridiculous.
Sue chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she leaned forward.
Sue: (Playfully) You don't have to admit it, Val. But just think about it. Maybe this whole thing with Richard is more than just a fight.
Valeria shot her mother a glare, but the blush still lingered on her cheeks. Sue just smiled, sipping her tea, knowing she had planted a thought that would likely stick with Valeria for some time to come.
Sue: (Calmly) Valeria, there's something important we need to talk about. I want you to let Franklin know, okay?
Valeria raised an eyebrow, not fully paying attention yet, but her mother's serious tone caught her interest.
Valeria: (Distracted) Hmm? What is it?
Sue hesitated for a moment before continuing, her gaze softening slightly. She knew this news wouldn't sit well with everyone, especially Franklin.
Sue: (Softly) Your father, your uncles, and I will be going to the Negative Zone next month. I need you to tell Franklin about it.
Valeria blinked, sitting up straighter, suddenly more alert. She set her phone down and turned her full attention to Sue, her expression a mix of curiosity and concern.
Valeria: (Concerned) The Negative Zone? Again? Isn't that dangerous?
Sue nodded, her face lined with the weight of the decision. She wasn't looking forward to this mission, especially knowing the risks involved, but it was necessary. They couldn't afford to ignore the threats brewing there.
Sue: (Nodding) Yes, it's dangerous, but we don't have a choice. We need to go there to investigate some of the recent disturbances. Your father and uncles will be involved, and I need you to tell Franklin so he's prepared.
Valeria's eyes softened a little, a hint of worry creeping into her expression. She could sense that this wasn't just another mission it was one that carried a lot of weight.
Valeria: (Reluctantly) I'll tell him. But I don't like the idea of you all going to that place. It's... it's too risky.
Sue smiled gently, walking over to where Valeria sat and sitting down beside her.
Sue: (Softly) I know you're worried, Val. I don't like it either, but we have to do this for the safety of everyone. And we'll be careful. We always are.
Valeria was quiet for a moment, her gaze distant, before she nodded.
Valeria: (Quietly) I'll talk to him. But... I don't like it.
Sue placed a reassuring hand on her daughter's shoulder, offering a comforting smile.
Sue: (Gently) I understand, sweetie. Just make sure he knows. And if you need anything while we're gone, you know we'll always be just a call away.
Valeria sighed but stood up, heading toward the stairs to find Franklin.
Valeria: (Mumbling) Fine, fine. I'll tell him. But I swear, Mom, you're all crazy going there.
-END OF FLASHBACK-
Valeria: (Sigh) I hate my life...
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-HOURS LATER-
The sterile hum of the Baxter Building's laboratory filled the room as Richard worked diligently, organizing equipment and meticulously cleaning up after Reed Richards' latest experiments. His white hair caught the glow of the overhead lights, and his focus was unwavering until the sound of footsteps echoed from behind him.
Valeria: (Smirking) I know you can hear me, you white-haired bastard.
Richard didn't even flinch, his attention still on the delicate task before him.
Richard: (Flatly) I'm done cleaning your dad's lab. So, what do you want this time, Valeria?
Valeria crossed her arms, her sharp eyes scanning the room as she leaned casually against the doorframe.
Valeria: (Teasingly) Someone's been avoiding the bioscanner, haven't they? I need your help.
Richard sighed, setting down the equipment he was holding and finally turning to face her.
Richard: (Skeptically) Is it your brother Franklin again? Because if it is, I can't talk to him. You know that.
Valeria stepped closer, her tone dropping as she leaned in near Richard's ear, her voice a playful whisper.
Valeria: (Softly) It's you.
Richard stiffened, his face a mix of surprise and irritation.
Richard: (Quickly) I have too much to do. I feel fine.
Valeria raised an eyebrow, her smirk growing wider.
Valeria: (Challenging) We all feel fine, don't we? Even Franklin's troubles are more psychological than physical. But I need the data, you white-haired know-it-all.
Richard rubbed the back of his neck, visibly exasperated.
Richard: (Grumbling) Man, can you let me finish this job first? Okay?
Valeria's playful demeanor shifted, a spark of frustration crossing her features. Without warning, she smacked him on the back, causing Richard to yell in shock.
Richard: (Shouting) AAAAAA!
Before he could react further, Valeria grabbed him by the collar, her eyes blazing with intensity.
Valeria: (Angrily) You! You started all of this since last month! I'm starting to think you're important to me. But let's get one thing straight: I am a biotechnologist. That means you can get to make out with me and you don't stole my work without my permission or drag your stupidity into my warm little bioscanner!
She leaned in closer, her face inches from his, her tone both authoritative and teasing.
Valeria: (Firmly) You may be a genius like me a brilliant physicist, sure but you do not understand the body the way I do. So you can stare at your little gadgets until the sun burns out, but you won't figure anything out better than I can. And I need to make sure you're not going to collapse from some undiagnosed issue.
Richard, flustered and struggling to find the right words, stammered.
Richard: (Awkwardly) Aren't you... too young to be making out with someone like me? I mean uh maybe we can do that afterwards? I just think I'm getting good at this whole... thing.
Valeria smirked, her frustration melting into something more mischievous. Without hesitation, she leaned in and kissed him, silencing his rambling. When she finally pulled away, a confident smile spread across her face.
Valeria: (Playfully) You started out good at it. You're getting fantastic.
Before Richard could fully process what had just happened, Valeria grabbed his wrist and began pulling him toward the lab door.
Valeria: (Decisively) And now? We're going to make out. Right now.
Richard, still dazed, could only mutter in disbelief as Valeria led him out of the lab.
Richard: (Muttering) I... I guess I'm not finishing this job after all...
Richard abruptly pulled his arm back, stepping away from Valeria. His expression hardened, his usual calm replaced with a mix of frustration and determination.
Richard: (Firmly) No! I have work to do. Maybe this isn't the time or the place for this. Just... leave me alone and let me focus on my work!
Valeria stopped in her tracks, her confident demeanor faltering for a moment. She narrowed her eyes at him, trying to gauge whether he was serious. The intensity in his voice and the way he avoided her gaze made it clear he was.
Valeria: (Annoyed) You're seriously turning this into a lecture about priorities?
Richard didn't respond immediately, instead turning back to his workstation and picking up a piece of equipment. His fingers fumbled slightly as he tried to focus on anything but her piercing gaze.
Richard: (Without looking at her) I've got too much on my plate, Valeria. Your dad's lab is a mess, Franklin's an issue I can't even begin to touch, and now... this? I can't handle it right now.
Valeria clenched her fists, her frustration building.
Valeria: (Sharply) Oh, so I'm just "this" now? Some inconvenient distraction?
Richard sighed, rubbing his temples as he turned to face her.
Richard: (Tiredly) That's not what I meant. But we both know you're not exactly subtle, and this... whatever it is you're doing... isn't helping me concentrate.
Valeria stared at him for a moment, her face a mixture of anger and something else something softer, though she refused to let it show.
Valeria: (Quietly, almost bitterly) Fine. Do your precious work. But don't act like you're the only one with responsibilities around here.
With that, she spun on her heel and stormed out of the lab, the door sliding shut behind her with a sharp hiss. Richard stood still for a moment, exhaling deeply before turning back to his workstation.
As he trying to fix some minor malfunctions equipment when a strange, sudden sound came through the air.
Richard: (Muttering) What the hell?
He stood up and approached the storage, inspecting the device. Just as he reached out to adjust it, a violent explosion erupted, shaking the entire building. The shockwave released a burst of cosmic energy, which engulfed Richard's entire body. The energy surged through him, destroying the lab in an instant.
The explosion sent Richard flying, his body hitting the floor with a brutal impact. The lights flickered, and the entire city was plunged into darkness.
Valeria, who had been walking in another part of the building, heard the deafening blast and immediately sprang to her feet. She rushed down the hall to the lab, only to find the entrance blocked by piles of rubble.
Valeria: (Shouting, panicked) WHITE HAIR! RICHARD, HANG ON!
Inside the destroyed lab, Richard began to stir. His head ached, and his vision was blurry, but the burning wreckage around him became clearer. The room was a mess of twisted metal and shattered equipment, with flames licking the air.
Richard: (Weakly) What... happened...
He glanced down, realizing his legs were trapped under a massive pillar. Panic surged through him, but he gritted his teeth and began crawling, determined to escape the wreckage.
However, as he moved, he froze in horror. He looked back at his legs, which were stretching unnaturally, as if the cosmic energy had begun altering his very body. His legs were elongating, becoming impossibly long.
Richard: (Screaming in terror) WHAT THE—
The pain and shock were too much for him to handle. His scream echoed in the ruined lab before everything went black, and he passed out.
Franklin, sensing the disaster, arrived at the scene in his astral form.
He saw the devastation around him and immediately noticed Richard's unconscious body. He cursed under his breath.
Franklin: (Regretful) Shit... it's all my fault. I shouldn't have stored the cosmic energy here.
Using his powers, Franklin grabbed Richard's unconscious form and began carrying him out of the wreckage. As he did, he noticed Richard's body starting to stretch more his limbs elongating unnaturally, just like their father's powers.
Franklin: (Softly, to himself) His power... it's just like Dad's.
He finally reached the outside of the Baxter Building, where Valeria was waiting. Her eyes widened in shock when she saw Richard's altered form. She rushed over, kneeling beside him as Franklin gently set Richard down.
Valeria: (Frantic) How is he, Franklin? And why does he have black front hair in his white hair? What happened to him?!
Franklin stood silently for a moment, his expression conflicted as he looked at Richard's condition.
Franklin: (Quietly) I don't know, but something... changed when that cosmic energy hit him. It's like he's... it's like he's inherited Dad's powers. I don't understand it either.
Valeria looked down at Richard, confusion and worry flooding her mind.
Valeria: (Whispering) What do we do now?
FEBRUARY 10,2025
His vision was blurry at first, the white ceiling and harsh fluorescent lights coming into focus slowly. He groaned, his body aching in unfamiliar ways.
Richard: (Groaning) Where... am I?
He turned his head slightly, noticing the IV drip attached to his arm and the restraints binding his wrists and ankles. The faint murmur of voices outside the door caught his attention. He strained to hear, his heart sinking as the muffled conversation became clearer.
Military Officer 1: He's a threat. The power outage crippled New York for hours. We can't afford to ignore the risks.
Military Officer 2: That energy blast wasn't intentional. We don't know the full extent of what happened in that lab.
Franklin: (Shouting) It's all my fault! He was in that state because of me! Why are you blaming him? He didn't ask for this!
Richard's eyes widened, his pulse quickening as he processed their words. A threat? Him? He shifted, feeling the restraints biting into his wrists. That's when he noticed his arms. They were unnaturally long, stretched out to the sides of the bed. A jolt of fear surged through him, and he instinctively pulled them back, watching in horror as they contracted to their normal length.
Richard: (Whispering) What the hell is happening to me?
Realizing he could manipulate his body, he concentrated, his arms stretching to undo the bindings on his wrists. His movements were shaky, but desperation fueled his focus. He freed his legs next and swung them over the side of the bed, his bare feet touching the cold floor. That's when he spotted the vent above the corner of the room.
Richard: (To himself) I've got to get out of here.
Using his newfound abilities, he stretched his arms to unscrew the vent cover silently and hoisted himself up, squeezing into the narrow passage. His body contorted unnaturally as he crawled through, his heart pounding with every sound from the military officers outside.
As he maneuvered through the vents, a sharp metallic clang gave him away. Below, a soldier looked up, spotting Richard's silhouette disappearing into the shadows.
Soldier: (Shouting) He's escaping! Sound the alarm!
Alarms blared throughout the facility, red lights flashing.
Richard: (Muttering) Great... just great.
The shrill wail of the facility alarm blared through the halls, and red warning lights flashed. Richard's breathing quickened as the sound echoed through the vents. He began crawling faster, his body bending and stretching to navigate the tight space with surprising ease.
Guards swarmed the corridors, their voices barking orders and boots thudding against the floor.
Guard 1: Block all exits! He can't leave the facility!
Guard 2: Check the vents! He might be heading for the maintenance shafts!
Richard reached a grate that led to a hallway and peered out. Two guards were stationed nearby, but they hadn't noticed him yet. Taking a deep breath, he stretched his arms out, gripping the grate and yanking it open silently. His elongated limbs reached out to knock the guards unconscious before they could react. He dropped to the floor with practiced stealth, his movements fluid and controlled.
As more guards approached, Richard used his stretching abilities to disarm and disable them without causing any permanent harm. His focus was singular escape. He ducked, stretched, and twisted his way through the facility, his body adapting to every obstacle. He leaped through narrow gaps, his legs elongating to clear distances that would've been impossible before.
Guard 3: (Shouting into a radio) He's heading for the east exit! We need backup!
Richard glanced back, his face set with determination. He had no idea what was happening to him, but he wasn't about to let himself be treated like a prisoner. As he approached a final door leading outside. As he reached the facility's main exit, Franklin appeared, pushing through the chaos.
Franklin: (Desperately) Richard, wait! I can explain!
Richard: (Panting) No time for explanations, genius! Tell your sister we need to meet on the other side! But I'm i need to get out of here!
With one final stretch, Richard leaped over the barricades and disappeared into the night.
FEBRUARY 11, 2025*
The bustling streets of Chinatown were alive with activity. Vendors called out their wares, the clatter of woks echoed from street-side stalls, and the aroma of freshly cooked noodles filled the air. Richard sat at a small table outside a busy noodle stand, a hat pulled low over his white hair, trying to blend in. His body was sore, and his mind was racing, but for now, he focused on the steaming bowl in front of him.
He twirled the noodles with his chopsticks, savoring the brief sense of normalcy. The noise of the crowd around him was comforting, like a wall of sound that shielded him from the chaos of the past week.
Vendor: (Cheerfully) You like, mister? Good noodles, yes?
Richard: (Nods, forcing a smile) Yeah, they're great. Thanks.
As he took another bite, the large television screen mounted on a nearby building flickered, drawing the attention of the crowd. The familiar face of a news anchor appeared, the headline scrolling across the bottom of the screen in bold letters: "Fugitive at Large: Scientific Incident Turns Deadly."
News Anchor: Authorities are still searching for Richard Ritchson, a former intern at the Baxter Building, who is believed to have caused the massive blackout that crippled New York City last week. Officials claim the incident released a surge of cosmic energy, resulting in significant damage and injuries. The fugitive is considered dangerous, and citizens are advised to report any sightings immediately.
Richard froze, his chopsticks hovering mid-air. The anchor's voice seemed to grow louder in his ears, drowning out the bustling sounds around him. His heart raced as the screen switched to footage of the destroyed lab, the charred remains of the once-advanced facility now a smoldering ruin. Then, to his horror, a grainy security camera image of himself escaping the hospital appeared.
News Anchor: This image, captured during his escape from a secure military hospital, shows the fugitive using unknown abilities to evade capture. Authorities warn that he may be unstable and potentially harmful. A substantial reward has been offered for information leading to his capture.
Richard: (Choking) What the?
He coughed violently, nearly spilling his bowl as the noodles caught in his throat. A few concerned patrons glanced his way, but he waved them off, trying to act natural.
Vendor: (Rushing over) You okay? Need water?
Richard: (Clears his throat, nodding) Yeah... Yeah, I'm fine. Just... went down the wrong pipe.
The vendor handed him a bottle of water, and Richard took a long sip, his eyes darting nervously to the screen. The broadcast shifted to an interview with Franklin, who looked distraught.
Franklin: (On screen) He's not a threat! This wasn't his fault! Richard isn't dangerous—he's just scared and confused. If anyone sees him, please don't hurt him. He needs help, not punishment.
Richard clenched his jaw, guilt mixing with frustration. He couldn't believe he was being painted as a public enemy. Finishing the water, he dropped a few bills on the table and stood, pulling his hat lower over his face. He could feel the weight of the stares around him, whether real or imagined.
As he turned to leave, he heard a group of bystanders murmuring.
Bystander 1: Did you see that guy on the news? Stretching arms and everything. Freaky.
Bystander 2: Yeah, they should lock him up before he hurts someone else.
Richard quickened his pace, slipping into the crowd. The once-lively streets now felt suffocating, every glance in his direction feeling like a threat. His mind raced as he walked away.
Richard: (To himself, under his breath) Great. Just great. I'm a fugitive now. What the hell am I supposed to do?
Richard maneuvered through the crowded alleys of Chinatown, keeping his head low and his hat firmly in place. The news broadcast replayed in his mind, each word a hammer pounding on his nerves. He felt like a hunted animal, every step more cautious than the last.
Suddenly, he felt a hand grab his shoulder. Instinctively, Richard's body tensed, his arm stretching back in a reflexive motion to defend himself.
Richard: (Spinning around, fist ready) Back off!
Before he could land the punch, he stopped, recognizing the face in front of him.
Richard: (Blinking in surprise) Ganke?
Ganke Lee, wearing his trademark hoodie and sneakers, stood there, looking both determined and slightly winded.
Ganke: (Hastily) Yeah, it's me. And no time for explanations right now, man.
Richard: (Lowering his arm, stumbling over his words) I-I can explain everything, Ganke. It's not what it looks like. The news is!
Ganke: (Cutting him off) No time for that! You need to come with me. Right now!
Richard hesitated, glancing around to see if anyone had noticed the exchange. His instincts told him to run, but the urgency in Ganke's voice made him pause.
Richard: (Nervously) Why? What's going on?
Ganke: (Pulling him along) Look, I know you're in deep trouble, okay? But you're not safe out here. The cops, the military hell, maybe worse they're all looking for you. I've got a place where you can lay low.
Richard: (Skeptical) And why should I trust you?
Ganke: (Firmly) Because I'm your friend, Richard. And because if you don't come with me, you're going to get caught. Now move! Me and Miles... we know about your situation.
Richard: (Confused) Miles? Wait how do you...
Ganke: (Interrupting) We've been keeping tabs, okay? After you vanished from the hospital, Miles pieced some stuff together. And now, I'm here. Because I owe you, man.
Richard: (Blinking, his voice softer) Owe me?
Richard stared at Ganke for a moment, processing his words. Ganke wasn't acting like his usual goofy self there was genuine concern in his eyes.
Richard: (Sighing, conflicted) I don't know, Ganke... I've already screwed up so much.
Ganke: It's not about that right now! It's about keeping you alive! So either you come with me, or we're both in a whole lot of trouble.
Ganke: (Extending his hand) Come on, man. Trust me. Now it's my turn to repay the favor.
After a moment of hesitation, Richard took Ganke's hand.
Richard: (Softly) Alright. Let's go.
As they turned the corner into a quieter street, Richard could hear the distant sirens growing louder. His heart pounded, the weight of his fugitive status heavier than ever.
Ganke: (Whispering) Don't worry, I got you. We'll figure this out.
The two began moving quickly through the alleyways, Ganke leading the way.
-MEANWHILE IN THE FIX BAXTER BUILDING-
Franklin paced back and forth in the Baxter Building's lounge, his eyes glued to his phone as he hung up after speaking with Miles. The tension in the room was palpable, his mind racing with the implications of what they were about to do.
Miles: (Into the phone, urgently) We found Richard in Chinatown. We need you two to get there as soon as possible!
After hearing Miles' response, Franklin sighed, relief mixing with the underlying worry.
Franklin: (Nods) Okay, we'll be there in an hour, or maybe even minutes. Just stay safe.
He hung up and turned to see Valeria seated on the couch, looking unusually nervous for someone so confident and intelligent.
Valeria: (Anxiously) Did you find him?
Franklin's eyes darkened slightly, his thoughts focused on the task ahead.
Franklin: (Nods) Yeah, he's in Chinatown. But it's not over yet. We need to train him, Val. His ability... his powers... he inherited Dad's. I bet he has the same weaknesses too.
Valeria frowned, biting her lip in concern. She stood and approached Franklin, her hands nervously folding in front of her.
Valeria: (Hesitant) What if you're wrong? What if he doesn't have the same weaknesses as Dad? What if his powers are completely different?
Franklin paused, his gaze fixed on her, before he looked toward the workbench at the far side of the room. He gestured to a large box sitting there, one he had been working on for a while.
Franklin: (Firmly) We'll only find out if we try. But, for now, here give him this.
Valeria's eyes followed where Franklin pointed, her heart racing as she approached the box. With cautious hands, she opened it, and inside, she found a sleek, white and blue Fantastic Four suit designed with advanced materials that Franklin had personally created. The design was both practical and stylish, resembling a high-tech sweater complete with grooves along the turtleneck, and a subtle buckle on the left side of the belt. The boots were white, sturdy, and built for movement.
Franklin: (Handing her the suit) Here. This is for him. I designed it based on Dad's specs. It should help contain his powers for now.
Valeria's fingers grazed the fabric, her brow furrowing as she examined the suit.
Valeria: (Impressed) Not bad. I never knew you could make this... I mean, I know you're capable, but this is... amazing.
Franklin: (Smirking slightly) I've had a lot of time on my hands lately. Thought it would be better to have something tailored to fit his needs, not just Dad's. He's going to need something to control his powers.
Valeria inspected the suit more closely, turning it over in her hands before her gaze shifted back to Franklin.
Valeria: (Serious) What if he doesn't accept it? What if he doesn't want to be part of this?
Franklin's face grew somber, his fingers tapping against the back of the couch.
Franklin: (Quietly) He doesn't have much of a choice. He's already in too deep. We have to help him now, or we risk losing him and who knows what could happen to New York with someone like him out of control?
Valeria stared at the suit for a moment longer, the weight of her brother's words sinking in. She knew Franklin was right, even if it was difficult to admit. Richard was a threat, but not one they could ignore. She turned toward the door, determined.
Valeria: (Nods) Alright. I'll give it to him when we find him.
Franklin: (As she heads out the door) Just... don't be too hard on him, okay? He's going through a lot right now.
Franklin had just finished explaining his plans for Richard when Valeria stood up abruptly, her eyes narrowing. There was something else on her mind that she needed to address before they left.
Valeria: (Suddenly) Wait, I have something to shout!
Franklin, looking curious but slightly concerned, nodded, unsure of what his sister was about to do.
Franklin: (Reluctantly) Uh... okay, go ahead.
Without missing a beat, Valeria turned toward the door and raised her voice, calling out.
Valeria: (Shouting) N'Kalla! Come here for a moment!
Within seconds, N'Kalla, the adopted daughter of Ben Grimm (The Thing), appeared in the doorway. She was a bit taller than Valeria, with her own formidable build, and her posture exuded confidence. She entered the room, looking at Valeria with a raised brow.
N'Kalla: (Curiously) What's the matter, Val? You sounded like you needed something.
Valeria's face was twisted in a mixture of frustration and disbelief, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. As N'Kalla stepped further into the room, Valeria suddenly winced, grabbing her ears as if she were in pain.
Valeria: (Fuming) How dare you pretend to transform and pretend to be me then kiss him with my form!
N'Kalla's expression faltered for a second, before a smirk appeared on her face. She leaned against the doorframe casually, crossing her arms.
N'Kalla: (Nonchalantly) Oh, come on, Val! It's not like you're jealous or anything. It was just a kiss with your form!
Valeria shot her an intense glare, almost seething.
Valeria: (Shouting) What if he starts asking about the kiss?! What am I supposed to say then?
N'Kalla chuckled, unfazed by the situation. She leaned forward, a playful grin on her face.
N'Kalla: (Teasing) Don't worry, Val. Don't blame me for it. Blame Franklin. He paid me five dollars to do it.
Franklin, who had been listening to the exchange, looked up in surprise at the mention of his name. He stammered slightly, caught off guard.
Franklin: (Grinning awkwardly) Hey, don't look at me. You two were the ones who made it weird.
N'Kalla shrugged nonchalantly, as though it was all in good fun.
N'Kalla: (Grinning) Hey, a deal's a deal. Five bucks is five bucks.
Valeria's frustration peaked, and she began to pace in the room, clearly unsure of whether to be furious or just laugh at the absurdity of it all.
Valeria: (Sighs) I can't believe you two sometimes...!
Franklin looked at the both of them, shaking his head.
Franklin: (Rubbing his temples) Alright, alright. I get it. No more pranks, okay?
N'Kalla raised her hands in mock surrender, her grin widening.
N'Kalla: (Playfully) Fine, fine. No more kissing people in Valeria's form. But just so you know... if anyone does ask about it, I'll make sure to tell them how it went down.
Valeria shot N'Kalla a glare, but her mood seemed to shift as she let out an exasperated sigh. She could never stay mad at her for long.
Valeria: (Resigned) You two are impossible.
N'Kalla chuckled softly, giving Valeria a pat on the back as she moved toward the door.
N'Kalla: (Teasing) You'll thank me later. Besides, it was just one kiss, right?
Valeria rolled her eyes, but couldn't help the small grin that formed at the corner of her lips.
Valeria: (Muttering) Ugh, whatever.
As N'Kalla left, Franklin looked back at Valeria, trying to steer the conversation back on track.
Franklin: (Seriously) Alright, back to business. We've got bigger things to focus on, remember?
Valeria nodded, her thoughts returning to Richard and the mission at hand. She put the conversation with N'Kalla behind her, even if it would likely come up again in the future.
Valeria: (Focused) Yeah. Let's just get this over with.
She turned toward N'Kalla, who was still lingering near the doorway, and addressed her with a look of determination.
Valeria: (Confidently) N'Kalla, you're coming with us too!
N'Kalla paused mid-step, clearly caught off guard by the sudden suggestion. She turned back to face Valeria with a skeptical look.
N'Kalla: (Incredulously) For what reason?
Franklin, standing by the console, cleared his throat, trying to get a handle on the situation.
Franklin: (Hastily) Training reason! Just... training reasons!
N'Kalla squinted at Franklin, then at Valeria, clearly unconvinced. She crossed her arms and raised a brow.
N'Kalla: (Dubiously) Yes? And when was this training supposed to happen?
Valeria's patience was running thin as she sighed, putting a hand on her hip.
Valeria: (Impatiently) Until we find him. You know what, never mind. I want to know something else right now who's going to drive the Fantastic Car?
Franklin's eyes widened, and he immediately stepped forward, trying to seize the moment.
Franklin: (Proudly) Me! I can do it!
At this moment both Valeria and N'Kalla turned to him with equal expressions of disbelief and skepticism. The two of them shared a glance before turning back to Franklin, as if the idea was too absurd to entertain.
Valeria and N'Kalla: (In unison, flatly) We don't trust you to drive the Fantastic Car?!
Franklin's face faltered, and he threw his hands up in frustration, trying to defend himself.
Franklin: (Pleading) Geez, c'mon, sis! It's just driving! How hard can it be?
N'Kalla tilted her head, her lips curling into a playful smirk as she crossed her arms, clearly enjoying the moment.
N'Kalla: (Teasing) Not like you can drive or something?
Valeria shot N'Kalla a sharp look, not impressed by the teasing, but still smirking slightly.
Valeria: (Sarcastically) Oh, really? Should I trust you, then? Because I'm sure that would go great.
N'Kalla let out a small laugh, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth, but she wasn't backing down. She put a finger on her chin as though considering something.
N'Kalla: (Mockingly) Well, you did teach me how to drive... but I'll leave the Fantastic Car to Franklin if he really wants to take that challenge. I'm just here for the action.
Franklin groaned, his shoulders slumping. Clearly, he was not going to win this argument.
Franklin: (Grumbling) You guys are impossible...
Valeria looked at him with a sly smile, enjoying the moment of control over her older brother.
Valeria: (Matter-of-factly) Fine. You drive. But if you crash it, I'm never letting you hear the end of it.
Franklin sighed, clearly realizing he had no choice but to accept the teasing and the responsibility that came with being behind the wheel.
Franklin: (Reluctantly) Whatever. I've got this.
N'Kalla chuckled, crossing her arms again and stepping back.
N'Kalla: (Joking) Let's hope the Fantastic Car survives the trip, then.
Valeria turned back to the matter at hand, putting aside the playful banter. She was ready to get moving.
Valeria: (Determined) Alright, enough messing around. We've got work to do. Let's go to Richard location.
With that, the trio Franklin, Valeria, and N'Kalla made their way to the vehicle, ready to track down Richard.
NEXT ISSUE IN MARCH 2025: TRAIN, WEAKNESS, POWER!