Alicia Masters Finds Sue Storm's Diary

Sue Storm had long ago given Alicia Masters free rein of her closet. They were of similar height and build, and Alicia always returned clothing clean and neatly folded. While the blind woman normally kept a few clothes in Ben's room, she was out of clean bras, and she came into the master bedroom, her cane knocking against walls and bed, navigating by touch and sound.

Her toe touched the diary where it had fallen near the bed. Bent down and picked it up.

Alicia was not like Daredevil; she couldn't run her hand over a line of print and read the small indentations, unless they were in Braille. However, Reed Richards had given her a small device to assist with reading. It slipped over her index finger, a laser light scanning the text and translating it into audio through an earpiece.

So she ran her finger-tip over the page, as a soft, artificial feminine voice read into her ear.

The bra forgotten.

The Skrull was dressed like a dominatrix, her green skin clad in a black latex-like material that hugged her every curve. The chin-ridges were small, in that way that Skrull women sometimes were, which the males supposedly found disgusting. I struggled against my bonds, but the energy-spheres about my hands and feet held me upright, my costume ripped as the Skrull stripped the costume from my body.

"I can see into your mind, Invisible Slut," the Skrull said. "I can appear as anyone you love—"

The green skin paled into pink. A familiar blond head with blue eyes; Johnny's face. Then the face darkened, grew older, white hair peppering the temples. Reed. Finally, the blonde hair grew longer, the face softened to something distinctly feminine.

Karla.

The Skrull that wore Karla's face came closer, her lips parted, and God help me my lips parted to meet her...

"Oh my," Alicia said, when she finally closed the book and set it on the nightstand by the bed. She rose, and made her way to Sue Storm's underwear drawer. Found a bra, and then exited the room. Yet she carried something with her now, something heavy and awkward.

A choice.

What would she do with what she had read? Who would she tell?