Marvel & Wattpad's Fantastic Four

Chapter 2

Within the sprawling expanse of Amirul Razley's immense estate, the private hospital stood as a testament to quiet opulence. It was within these walls that the beleaguered crew of the cosmic storm expedition found themselves ensconced, their bodies bearing irreversible alterations, wrought by the merciless onslaught of the storm's cosmic energies. Monitored and tended by vigilant medical professionals, their profound metamorphoses began their inexorable emergence.

Syed Muhammad, his mind and form still grappling with the bewildering new reality, pushed the boundaries of his corporeal vessel. Limbs elongated and contorted with an otherworldly elasticity, granting him dominion over a newfound plasticity that defied every strand of human comprehension. Anis Shahida, the boundaries of her being now fluid and uncertain, mastered the art of becoming ethereal at will, her body slipping in and out of the realm of reality itself. Aqiel Faris, veiled in the comforting caress of flames that should have consumed him, discovered the ethereal ability to take to the skies, an avian of inferno-guided flight.

Yet, amid these marvels, not all transformations yielded themselves to the intoxication of wonder. Izzul Sodqie, a soul beset by the cruel tribulations of his physical transmutation, bore the grievous burden of his stone-hewn exterior. The raw magnitude of his might was staggering, his flesh hewn into something resembling the chiseled contours of ancient statues, yet his humanity was now but a distant memory. Trapped within the labyrinthine corridors of despair, Izzul abandoned the confines of the hospital, seeking refuge in the only sanctuary that retained its familiarity – the embrace of his home.

Nestled within the very heart of Kuala Lumphattan, Izzul sought to rekindle the extinguished embers of his past existence, reaching out with trembling hope to the woman he once called his fiancée. But the reflection that met her gaze was no longer the visage she had cherished. Terror, an emotion etched in stark lines across her features, jolted through his already fractured heart. Crushed, the remnants of his soul now stained with desolation, Izzul recoiled deeper into the abyss, a pariah within the bustling city he once called home.

It was upon a night pregnant with moonlight that Izzul found himself standing upon a bridge, his emotions a maelstrom of chaos. Here, in this hallowed space, he crossed paths with another soul on the precipice of annihilation, a man poised at the brink of suicide, his spirit shrouded in the suffocating embrace of despair. Awakened by a nascent spark of empathy, Izzul reached out, his granite-like hand extending to grasp the strands of fate. Inadvertently, this touch ignited a cascade of disruption that rippled through the tenuous fabric of traffic, a discordant symphony of chaos in its wake. As vehicular collisions painted the streets with catastrophe and the strident blare of horns screamed in protest, the crew members were pulled by an invisible tide toward the epicenter of turmoil. Their burgeoning abilities surged, the call to action woven into their very beings.

Syed's elastic form proved a versatile boon in the harrowing mission of extracting individuals ensnared within the wreckage's vise-like grip, his limbs snaking through narrow crevices with preternatural grace. Anis, ethereal and intangible, glided through insurmountable obstacles with haunting elegance, a phantom angel of salvation. Aqiel's form soared above, wreathed in an aura of celestial radiance, his incandescent presence both beacon and safeguard.

In collective synergy, they choreographed a ballet of rescue, the symphony of their valiant efforts immortalized by the hungry eyes of the media. News channels, newspapers, and the digital hum of social media bore witness to their heroism, lauding them as exemplars of unflinching courage in the face of adversity. As their deeds were broadcast to the farthest reaches of the city and beyond, the metropolis itself cast its adoration upon them, the embryonic bonds of the newly formed Fantastic Four solidifying with each life they touched.

In the midst of this tumultuous symphony of chaos and heroism, Amirul Razley underwent his own clandestine transformation, his evolution shrouded in impenetrable mystery. The wound, a visceral reminder of the merciless cosmic tempest, seemed not to heal as much as it shifted, granting fleeting glimpses of the enigmatic layers lurking beneath his flesh. The chill of metal danced beneath his fingertips, and a touch that was once human began to manipulate the very sinews of electrical currents. His very proximity to metallic objects would summon them into a cacophonous vibration, a chorus sung by forces beyond terrestrial understanding.

Amirul, once a titan of industry and power, found himself transitioning into something that transcended the boundaries of comprehension. For now, he concealed these newfound abilities, his ambitions threading a tapestry of secrecy that extended far beyond his previous pursuits. While the city at large marveled at the ascent of its new champions, Amirul, cloaked in shadows, wove a sinister narrative, each stitch conspiring to interlace their destinies in ways none among them could ever fathom.