On their return to their home, Susan held herself softly,
looking out the window down to the city as she grappled with her actions under
the park. She didn’t lie to her husband… Not completely, she gave the hideous geomancer
the Mole Man a kiss he would never forget, one where her tongue darted past his
misshapen teeth and out the back of his skull. The instant he died, so did the
rest of his control of everything around him. She should have felt horrified,
disgusted with herself, she killed someone again and this time she wasn’t
overwhelmed with instinct or desire.
She killed him because she felt threatened by him, but she
couldn’t acknowledge what type of threat he was. He was dangerous for sure, and
all her senses screamed at her that he was a danger, but she had dealt with him
in the past dozens of times and never felt like killing him then, what had changed?
… Apart from becoming a sexually starved monster…
“You okay Suzie? Been pretty quite.”
Shaking from her thoughts, Susan blinked back at the Thing
and smiled.
“No Ben, I’m good, its just been a long day.” Sighing and
leaning back, she unintentionally let the stone man watch her much larger bust
wobble from the action, making him look away and turn his attention to landing
the Fantasticar back to the roof of the Baxtor Building. As soon as they left
the parked vessel and enter their home, they could hear Alicia speaking with
someone in the living room.
“Yes, that’s how they’re supposes to… Oh HEY everyone!”
Waved Alicia to the returning group, smiling as the man sitting across from her
did the same with equal enthusiasm. Slowly joining the two, Susan kept her eyes
on the man who got up when Alicia did and observed everyone’s behavior. There
was a smell he gave off she found… Familiar, and the colours and auras he gave
off were certainly not human, she was starting to recognise that. “Everyone,
let me introduce you to… Uhm, Greg.”
Sticking his hand out sharply to Reed’s, Greg smiled while
his eye shifted back occasionally to Alicia when no one was noticing. “Dr Reed
Richards, I’ve heard so much about you, I’ve read quite a bit of your work on dimensional
warping and reality pockets, very thought-provoking work.”
“Oh? Which papers?”
“All of them.”
Slowly circling Greg and sniffing the air, Susan gave the
tall man a look over and began to recognise a few details, specifically that he
was wearing a combination of Reed’s work slacks and Johnny’s dress shirt and
jacket. She picked those out a few years ago and had them shelved. “So Greg,
how you know Alicia anyway?” Asked Ben as he shook the man’s man and found it
surprising that he wasn’t phased by the Thing’s inhuman strength. “We’re
related, I guess you can say I’m… A brother-in-law?”
“guess that explains the hair.”
Chuckling to himself and combing his fingers through his mop
of red hair, Alicia’s smile seemed to widen as if the two traded glances.
“Alicia, can you and Greg join me in the kitchen of ra bit,
I’m planning dinner tonight and I’d sure like to know what his favorites are.”
Asked Susan, putting on a fake smile as she moved to side up with Greg and tug
him away from the group.
“Okay, we’ll be back soon.”
When they were out of sight and ear shot from the rest of
her family, Susan spun around and grabbed Greg by the neck and hoisted him a foot
off the ground and pinned him to the wall, giving off a low hiss while brandishing
her fingers which had become long and sharp like talons. “Who… Are… You?”
Feeling Alicia join her and try desperately to pull Greg free even as he hissed
and snarled, the red-haired woman explained.
“Suzy, he’s your son!” Feeling the arm she tried to pull
away tense and her grip tighten, she could already see Susan’s eyes go yellow
and slit. “He’s OKAY! I found a way to fix him!”
Darting her glare back at Alicia and the hissing Greg
struggling under the vice grip of her taloned hand, Susan calmed down enough to
realise something. He wasn’t feral like the rest downstairs; fully dressed,
articulate, and NOT trying to butcher her loved ones and rape her and Alicia,
Susan slowly lowered Greg down back to his feet where he straightened his clothes
and looked back to the two of them. “Did I do it wrong?
“You had BETTER explain yourself!” Susan declared, her hands
at her wide hips while Alicia put up her hands and looked around, spotting a
magazine lying on the kitchen counter and picked it up. Susan noticed the woman’s
breath hitched for a split second before she offered the thing to the Invisible
Woman. The moment she did, Susan gasped when her mind suddenly filled with sports
articles, football statistics, cheerleader interviews and even a page or two of
men’s deodorant and the latest automobile. Blinking she opened the sports
magazine Ben ordered from and skipped over one page after the other, realising she
had instantly memorized every page, she even knew the publishing disclaimer at
the back.
“I don’t understand it myself, but while you were gone, HE
showed up in the elevator and well… I threw a book at him. After that I
gathered as many as I could find, and force fed him an education.”
Still observing his mother and her friend, Greg moved to a
more comfortable spot and joined in on the conversation. “One of the books
Alicia showed me was on neural biology, if the five participating authors are
correct then we have what is referred to as psychometry; the ability to obtain information
by physical contact with an object, which is a by product of the fifty-four
senses our species possesses.”
“Fifty-four?” Looking down at her hands, now that they had
shifted back to normal, it all started to make sense to Susan, they way she
seemed to be able to see, smell and taste thing s she just wasn’t able to
before her transformation. Clenching her hands, she looked up at her son with a
serious look. “Where are the others?”
“They’re still down in your lair mother.”
Breathing sharply, Susan looked over to Alicia. “Show me the
books you used, I’m going to do something about our kids, just keep my family
busy.”
Nodding in response, Alicia told Greg to stay put while she
showed Susan what she had used.
*
When the elevator doors opened, Susan’s nostrils flared at
the musty scent of pheromones filling the sub level where her progeny were
kept. When she stepped out with the bag of books in her hand, she looked around
to see why the scent had intensified. All around the ground she noticed what
looked like a thick resin had pooled around the flooring and cement, yielding softly
to her feet as she stepped over it. There were wide blotches of the material
caked around the large space where her and Alicia’s infant children wandered and
explored in the dark. Hearing grunting and growls from one far corner of the
parking lot sized space, Susan went towards the animalistic sounds to find out
what was going on, she almost regretted what she discovered. There, four of her
adult sons snorted and growled as they masturbated, pumping their massive cocks
with fierce intensity. One went tense and aimed his throbbing erection at the
wall where a torrent of thick yellow cum caked the wall and floor, where over
time it dripped and foamed up, becoming hard like resin.
Sniffing the air, the rest of the males turned their
attention to Susan who stood panting and flushed with arousal. She almost didn’t
respond when one of the large brutes stomped towards her and pulled her close
where she could feel his throbbing erection press up against her stomach and
nethers. Shaking her head and pulling a book free from the bag she pressed it
against his chest and hesitated when the information it stored flowed through
the two of them. After a few seconds, the male pulled back confused, blinking
just as its mother did.
“Crystallization… Crystals are formed… Under the combination
of chemical reactions and intense pressure and heat which structures atoms into
more complex structures.”
Slowing her breathing and looking down at the 1200-page book
on geological formations, the other males looked at their mother before she
pulled out the rest of the books, she brought with her.
“Okay kids… School time…”