Chapter 11

I shouldn't be doing this, Sue Storm thought to herself as she walked down the street, heading towards the address that the mysterious voice in her head had told her to visit. At the very least, I should tell the others about this. This is insanity, going to this place by myself. For all I know, this is some sort of trap.

And yet... Sue felt compelled to go alone, as if she'd find out more about the voice in her head that had been encouraging her to reconsider her marriage than if she'd went with Reed, Ben & Johnny. And, Sue had to admit, she'd felt an excitement she'd not felt in a long time. This voice in her mind... it had come across as alluring, not menacing. Sue felt as if she was pursuing something romantic and exciting, and having the others around would have definitely diminished the thrill she had been feeling.

Sue arrived at a rather nondescript residential building in a quiet neighborhood, and checked the note she'd made on her phone. This was the address, all right. But was this really the place? Was this some sort of prank?

Her questions were quickly answered when a familiar voice called out in her head.

"Susan Storm... I'm glad you came. We have much to discuss."

"Not so fast, whoever this is. Who is this? If this is some sort of trap, just know that I'm ready..."

"Rest assured, we've no intention of harming you or the Fantastic Four," the mysterious voice reassured. "We simply have a proposition for you that we believe would be most beneficial to you and your friends. One that would take your life in an exciting direction you'd never imagined. That's what you've been looking for, isn't it? A little excitement?"

"I... You don't know me," Sue sputtered, flustered by how much this mystery person was getting to her.

"Oh, but I do," the voice answered. "I can sense your feelings about your marriage. You love Reed, but you long for something more. Something different. We can offer that to you. If you're interested, please come in and talk with us..."

Sue felt her heart beat a little faster. We? There was more than one person waiting for her? Just what was going on here?

"Room 1581. We're waiting," the voice beckoned.