To anyone who is reading this, I hope you would find this fic entertaining. I was watching the Fantastic 4 the other day and before I knew it I`m here writing my own Fantastic 5 although I`m going to be making a couple of changes to the movie.

I don't own Marvel or the Fantastic 4

The first chapter would briefly introduce my OC Violet Blackthorn well I hope you enjoy.

Please note all of it would be in Violet's POV unless otherwise indicated.

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Is there such thing as perfection? The perfect man? The perfect woman? I never really gave that idea much thought. Okay, that's a lie. For the longest time when both of my parents were alive I was reminded constantly how imperfect I was.

It all began the day I was born. My mother Diana Blackthorn nee Evans was rushed to the hospital and sent into emergency surgery. She began bleeding far too much and everyone was afraid that she was going to lose the baby. My father Jonathan Blackthorn waited 16 hours before being presented a little girl, a little disappointing for him considering how he imagined a son as his firstborn. But that didn't matter; there was always the next child right?

There wasn't, the doctors told my mom because of the baby's condition in delivery, it did lots of long-term damage to my mother-translation my mom couldn't have any more kids because the pregnancy could end up killing her. So it was only little old me they were stuck with. Unfortunately I was never healthy enough to join the other kids in society mostly it was because I was sick constantly. My immunity system was completely chaotic. I couldn`t be in the heat too long otherwise I`d get a heat stroke. I couldn`t play in the snow too long otherwise I`d catch a cold. I was constantly with many doctors year after year for one sickness or the other. Not to mention my eyesight was terrible.

Early in the mornings, mom would always give me an injection, every single day. I hated it because it would always feel like it was burning, but I never complained since mom said it was something the doctors said it would help my sickness. It did help my eyesight though. By the time I was 11 I was able to see at such far distances, mom would joke that I have eyes of a hawk. But I'll get back to that in a second.

Mom and father were always working so I was always left with a babysitter. At first mom fired so many babysitters since they never really took care of me. Some would forget to give me my daily medication doctors prescribed for me; others would invite their girlfriend/boyfriend over and left me to hide in my room. By the time I was 7, I remember mommy hiring this one teenage boy who was rather desperate to get some cash. Now mom was really sceptical because on average every 20 babysitters mom would hire only one of them would be male. Mind you, mom is going through babysitters in and out for 6 years. Mom was willing to give him a chance. Now this guy, he was the one who really took the job seriously. He always helped me out with my homework and at times would play with me. He was really patient with me answering any questions I had and I like listening to him when he explained his inventions he made. Father was never really around, he only came by the time I was in bed and left before I woke up.

By the time I was age 11, I came up with the answer to a bothersome question the same afternoon when Reed dropped me back with mom. He is the closest I have to a father figure. I never really admitted it to anybody but deep down sometimes I pretended Reed was my daddy and his girlfriend Susan was my mommy. Even Reed's best friend Ben Grim I pretended was my uncle. But of course reality decided to come back and slap me in the face for daydreaming.

That same evening turned my life around, and it definitely wasn't for the better. The minute Reed, and Ben left me with mom at home, my mom began rushing me to the bedroom to change my clothes and she grabbed two suitcases. She was telling me how sorry she was and how the medicine injections she gave me in the morning was never supposed to cure my eyesight. She was telling me a lot of things I couldn't keep up with, but most of all I remember her mentioning that she was sorry and she loves me.

Those were her last words before I the gun shots went off and mom's white blouse was suddenly ooozing in red. When mom collapsed I look at the full body mirror that we had in the hallway. I saw myself in the mirror, my raven black hair held in two pig tails with white ribbon I had a pale, rather sickly skin complexion I had a white petticoat on with blood splatters. My dark brown eyes were full of terror as the shadow of my father was behind me with a syringe in hand and gun on the ground. I felt a pierce in my neck and that was the last time I saw my home and the innocent sickly girl.

If you wonder what happened to me after, I can honestly say I can't remember. I can't remember anything what happened 4 years later. All the days were meshed into one. I was trapped in the cage of a basement. I was left all alone in the dark with nothing to wait but the company of my father with experimentation drugs leaving me at my breaking point of insanity. Sleep was no better; I was left with taunting dreams of my mom covered in blood which soon turned to Reed, to Susan and Ben. I was losing my humanity, my sanity even. I would be crying for hours for someone to stop this nightmare. But of course I left with no hope, nothing to look forward to but death. I would hear my father's voice in the background telling me I'm far too pathetic to be a daughter, a useless guinea pig, I am doomed to be alone. This I heard every time along with a lot of beatings every time a drug trial on me failed.

I remember one day I heard a lot of people on the top floor, pounding and soon I saw a couple of men tackle father and one of the men point their flashlight at me and looked so surprised at me. After all I was lying pathetically strapped on the medical bed with nothing but a dirty white gown. I didn't even flinch at anything, the pain was too much. I began crying as one of the men began trying to ask me questions and that triggered my asthma. I can't remember anything after being carried away into an ambulance. I remember lots of voices in the background as I saw white walls while I was being rolled on a stretcher.

"This is the Blackthorn girl missing for 4 years….."

"Dear God, she doesn't look 15 the poor thing….."

"We have her father in custody for murder, human experimentation…."

"Someone get in contact with her Godfather, the poor girl needs a familiar face…"

"The drug experimentation seems to have made some genetic changes to her"

"Get her into surgery now, someone get her an IV now!….."

After long time I open my eyes to find the two people I longed to see.

Reed Richard and Ben Grim.