Fantastic 4
Project Kasai
By KarumA-chan
This is set after seeing the first movie and is a rewritten and improved version of the Kasai story I have already.
Sue hadn't felt this happy since months. With his hand around hers and the other around her waist the two danced through the hallway until finally Reed picked her up and carried her into their cabin. Spacious and romantic, a bottle of champagne near the bed and roses scattered over the floor. She laughed as Reed twirled her around in his arms and lay her down before kissing her.
"I've missed this so much..." She whispered in between. Reed got up and opened the bottle of champagne, Susan leaning over the grab the two glasses from the nightstand. The first glass was filled, the second one half before something started beeping, Reed nearly spilled the rest right there as Sue looked at him with disapproving eyes. "Reed..." "It's an emergency line, I brought it in case something bad would happen. End of the world bad." He quickly walked to the dresser, opened up one of the drawers and took out a small disc like device with the symbol of a 4 on the top. Once pressing it a small screen opened up above it, Ben looked at him and it wasn't a restful look.
"Ben what's wr-" "You and Suzie need to get here, right now!" Sue sat up and looked at the two. "But why?" "Can't answer now, need you here a.s.a.p. Reed!" With that the connection broke again. "We can't have any rest can we?" "Ben sounded almost as if he was in panic, Sue. We have to go back it could be serious." She knew this of course, Susan Storm wasn't some idiot to ignore a call like that. It was just that she was looking forward to having a normal honeymoon with her husband, but that was too much to ask it seemed.
Ben wasn't a medic, he could hardly do anything with those big hands of his except hold on and wait for help to come. He was putting pressure on the wounds, to make sure the bleeding was slowing down at least until Reed came. Johnny's face looked tired, he was sweating and shaking his head every now and then. Unshaven and by the smell of it not bathed in days, the kid was in terrible condition. He was still as bulk as before but amongst the blood even Ben noticed scars, some small and fading but there were so many of them. Several clearly looked like bullet holes to him, and so he wondered what was happening because Johnny was supposed to be dead, right?
"Ben!" Sue was the first to run into the room, seeing him crouched over someone. "Ooh my God..." Reed followed swiftly.
"He's hurt, Reed. I don't know how bad, I can't do nothing with these damn hands." "Carry him this way, to the lab. Susan I need some boiled water and towels, lots of them!" Sue didn't move. That was Johnny wasn't it? Her brother, but her brother was dead, why was he here? She shook her head and gave herself a slap in the face to snap back to reality and ran to the kitchen.
"He's warmer than usual. The sedative should calm him down and bring his temperature along with it." Reed looked at the readings, an oxygen mask covered Johnny's face now, his leather upper piece gone while Reed worked his way to the bullets. One loud clang of metal that was removed and another shortly followed.
"He was lucky, I need to stitch him up. As for his head, it only grazed the skin. Luckily." Reed switched tools, grabbing hooked metal with a thread and started to patch up the skin. He wanted to look Johnny over further, curious and worried about the origin of the many scars he saw and the mystery that enveloped the youth. He had to stitch him up first though, that top priority. He looked up at Sue who was standing in the doorway, he eyes scanning over every inch of her brother. He could understand how she felt, Sue had been hit worst of them all and had just started getting over his death, now this and what was even more worrisome was the origin of this all.
"This weapon. It isn't any normal tech we've come across off, strange." He could hear them, well with much difficulty he could because his hearing was engulfed with a loud beep. Explosives? No, he had to think. He was looking for something, found someone, then a light and shots. Not good. Was he captured? Was it a trap? He remembered bits and pieces but damn his headache was so bad, it was hard to make out what puzzle piece went where.
"I'm taking the radio with me, maybe I can figure out what it was in contact with, maybe replay what was being said?" Radio? Ooh yes he had a radio, he had forgotten. Where were the others? Where was he? The doors opened and closed in the distance, no sounds, he was alone. Slowly he tried to peer open his eyes, bright light squinting them slits. He had to get up, figure out where he was, the others would worry. 'He' would worry, damned.
His chest hurt, his fingers brushed the skin and felt bandages. He was healed? Why?
His eyes finally adjusted to the light and he took a better look around as his hand removed the oxygen mask covering his mouth. What was this place? It looked like a laboratory of sort. Laboratory. No that word made him flinch, made him shake all over. He had to get out, he didn't feel like staying.
Eyes darting from left to right, anything to defend with. He spotted his jacket, next to that his gun. The gun.
Swiftly moving forward, almost falling, he grabbed the gun and leaned heavily against the chart. He had to get out, he couldn't stay here. They would hurt him, use him to do bad things.
The door opened and immediately he raised his hands and fired. The aim was off, his hands shook too much and before he could do anything else the weapon was forced from his hands. "No!" He yelled and tried to fight, but he was too weak. "Johnny, stop! What are you doing!" Something wrapped around him, forced him to stop moving. His head was hurting so bad. "Nnnn..." Was all that he could get out before he limply fell forward.