Marvel & Wattpad's Fantastic Four

Chapter 1

The skyline of Kuala Lumphattan glittered under the afternoon sun, a fusion of modern architecture and urban sprawl reminiscent of Manhattan. Dr. Syed Muhammad, a man of intellect yet unassuming demeanor, gazed out from his dimly lit lab window, his eyes tracing the towering structures that seemed to pierce the very heavens. His lab coat was slightly worn, a testament to the countless hours he had spent tirelessly researching cosmic anomalies and pushing the boundaries of scientific knowledge.

With his financial resources rapidly dwindling like a dark omen, Syed knew he had reached a critical juncture. His current obsession was a cosmic storm that had been brewing on the outskirts of Earth's atmosphere, a tempestuous phenomenon that seemed to mirror the turmoil within his own mind. Its potential for discovery was immense, and he was certain it held secrets that could unravel the mysteries of the universe, as well as the mysteries that lurked within his soul.

Desperation fueled his resolve like a savage fire as Syed gathered his research and drafted a proposal for funding. The words flowed like blood from a wound, a mix of eloquence and urgency, each syllable carrying the weight of his obsession. He needed a sponsor who believed in his vision, who could see beyond the veil of reason and understand the darkness that drove him. And so, like a moth drawn to a searing flame, his path led him to the doorstep of Dr. Amirul Razley, a man as enigmatic as the void of space itself.

Razley was not only a wealthy industrial magnate, but also someone who held a deep fascination with the cosmos, much like a sorcerer captivated by the allure of forbidden spells. Arriving at the towering Razley Industries building, Syed felt a mixture of hope and trepidation, like a sacrificial lamb approaching the altar. The lobby was a blend of opulence and cutting-edge technology, a reflection of Dr. Razley's achievements, a kingdom built upon the bones of his competitors. After a tense wait that felt like an eternity, Syed found himself in the presence of the enigmatic industrialist.

"Dr. Muhammad," Amirul Razley greeted with a measured smile, his eyes gleaming like a predator's assessing its prey. "Your proposal intrigues me. Tell me, why should I invest in your cosmic endeavors?"

Syed, his voice unwavering despite the churning tempest within, spoke passionately about the storm's potential, his words weaving a tapestry of scientific wonder and personal recklessness. "This cosmic storm holds within it the keys to understanding the very fabric of space and time, the stitches that hold reality itself. With your resources, we can unlock the universe's deepest secrets and perhaps, our own."

Amirul Razley's gaze remained inscrutable, his thoughts hidden behind a mask as ancient as the cosmos. "Very well, Dr. Muhammad. I will fund your mission, but on one condition. My assistant, Anis Shahida, and I will accompany you. This is an opportunity I cannot resist, a chance to peer into the abyss and feel its gaze upon us."

Syed felt a mixture of relief and unease, like a puppet caught between the hands of two malevolent puppeteers. He had expected funding, but Amirul's insistence on joining the mission was unexpected, a twist in the dark tale that was unfolding. Nevertheless, he agreed, recognizing the potential benefits of having Razley's expertise on board, as well as the potential consequences of angering a man who danced with shadows.

As preparations began, another figure entered the scene – Aqiel Faris, an astronaut with a reputation for fearlessness and a penchant for thrill-seeking that bordered on madness. His inclusion was both a boon and a challenge, for his experience was invaluable, but his impulsive nature could prove risky, like a dagger that could either strike true or turn upon its wielder.

The day of the launch arrived, a day painted with the hues of doom. The cosmic storm loomed ever closer, a monstrous beast that hungered for the souls of those who dared to challenge it. The crew assembled on the Razley space station, a marvel of modern engineering orbiting high above Earth, a haven that felt like a cage suspended over a precipice. Syed, Anis, and Aqiel underwent final checks, their hearts pounding in unison with the countdown, a ritual of impending doom. Meanwhile, Izzul Sodqie, Syed's closest friend and a botanist who understood the language of life and death, busied himself with arranging plants for the experiments, as if trying to find a glimmer of hope amidst the encroaching darkness.

The tension was palpable, like the suffocating embrace of a demon's grasp, as the crew prepared for the momentous event. Syed monitored the storm's approach with a mixture of excitement and trepidation, his thoughts a storm within a storm, a maelstrom of scientific fervor and existential dread. It was then that he noticed a troubling anomaly – the storm was accelerating at an unprecedented rate, like a predator closing in for the kill with a swiftness that defied nature.

Panicking, Syed rushed to the intercom, his voice cracking like the foundation of reality itself. "Izzul, we need you back inside immediately! The storm is closing in faster than we predicted, a demon riding the winds of chaos!"

But Amirul Razley's voice cut through the intercom, his tone unwavering, a voice that seemed untouched by fear or reason. "We proceed as planned, Dr. Muhammad. We cannot afford to miss this opportunity, even if it means dancing on the precipice of damnation."

As Izzul struggled to return to the safety of the space station, the storm's energies engulfed the station like a lover's embrace turned lethal. Syed, Anis, and Aqiel fought to secure Izzul, their efforts a desperate struggle against the very fabric of reality itself. But their endeavors were in vain, like ants trying to halt a tidal wave with their fragile bodies. The cosmic storm's radiant energy permeated every corner of the station, enveloping them in a blinding cascade of light and power, a baptism of fire that promised both enlightenment and annihilation.

Amid the chaos, Amirul Razley remained sheltered behind the station's protective shields, seemingly unaffected by the storm's fury, a puppeteer who had pulled his strings from a safe distance, a master of shadows who reveled in the suffering of others.

When the light finally faded, the crew's fate was uncertain, like phantoms caught between realms. The storm had irrevocably altered their bodies, granting them extraordinary abilities beyond their wildest imaginations, like gifts from an eldritch deity. But as they would soon discover, these newfound powers came at a cost – a cost that would reshape their lives and the destiny of not just themselves, but the very cosmos that had birthed them. A destiny steeped in darkness and pain, a tapestry woven from threads of anguish and power, a tale that would echo through the corridors of eternity, a symphony of brutality and suffering that even the stars would weep for.