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Last time on the Fantastic Four,

Ben Grimm is lured into a trap by the mysterious Madam Medusa.

He is then captured by an evil inventor, the Wizard,

and his fellow inventors, the Trapster and Hydroman.

Once in the clutches of these Frightful Four,

Ben is subjected to the Wizard's Id Machine.

This sinister device changes the Thing

from a lovable blue-eyed hero to a virulent creature of hate,

bent on destroying his best friend, Reed Richards.

With the powerful Thing as an ally,

the Wizard has the Fantastic Four in his clutches

and Reed Richards seems doomed.

Only the love of Alicia Masters can finally break the web of hate

and bring the Thing back to his right mind.

But the Torch has other things on his mind.

He's smitten with the beautiful Medusa.

When Torch has the chance to capture her, he lets Medusa get away,

which puts him in the hot seat with his buddies.

And now part two of "The Inhumans Saga".

Amazing. Average hair diameter, 0.45 inches.

And each strand has greater tensile strength,

modulus of elasticity, and sheer resistance

than a titanium iron wire of the same thick...

Wait. Mind putting that into something resembling the King's English?

What it means, Ben, is that I wish Johnny had not let Medusa escape.

- Enough's enough, brother-in-law. - Reed.

This hair sample proves she's something more than human.

I'd simply like to know more about her.

You ain't the only one, stretcho.

I think Torchy here has the hots for that wacko redhead.

You and Reed have been all over me.

- Now just back off, you hear? - Touchy, touchy.

Johnny, wait. Nice work, you two.

Can't you see he feels bad enough already? Why don't you lay off the kid?

"The kid." That's just what they all treat me like, a little kid.

Even my own sister.

Susie still thinks she has to fight my battles for me, like when we were kids.

- What the? - Keep driving.

Well, if it isn't the carrot-topped girl of my dreams.

Just keep driving. Faster. It's a matter of my life and death.

You can stow the blaster, Red.

Any pretty lady who wants a little joyride in this buggy

has just gotta ask.

This new super-padded exercise room is pretty good therapy, huh, Ben?

Yeah, nice cooking.

You know, stretcho, I've been meaning to tell you.

Well, you know, about what I almost did last week.

- I know, Ben. - Yeah, well, I wasn't myself.

The Wizard messed with my mind.

- I'd have never hurt you or Susie. - Forget it, Ben.

Friends never need to apologise. Especially best friends.

Isn't it kind of amazing how this new hyper-elasticised fabric

can absorb just about anything?

What the?

Comes with a built-in reverb, too, huh?

Hey, some Bigfoot's wrecking my rec room.

It's walking right up the side of our building.

But I can't see who.

Just as well, stretcho. When I'm done with our wacky wall-walker,

there won't be enough left for a positive ID.

Reed, our new building.

Construction insurance just ain't gonna cover this kind of thing.

Bigfoot is copping our chopper.

And he's damaged the Fantasticar so we can't follow.

Yeah, it's like all our vehicles have "Trash Me" painted on 'em lately.

Hey, you mind clueing me in on what's going on?

Guess what, Red. Corny as this sounds, we're out of gas.

- Is this a trap? - Trap?

Lady, last time I looked, you're the one holding the blaster.

Kidnapping me could land you in the slammer

along with the Wizard and your other pals.

But you really do seem too nice, not to mention too pretty, for that.

How'd you ever get hooked up with those losers anyhow?

It seems like so long ago.

I found myself in Paris, stealing just to stay alive.

But when the French police had finally tracked me down,

the Wizard arrived and distracted them long enough for me to escape.

So when the Wizard asked me to join what became the Frightful Four,

I readily accepted.

I felt I owed him that much.

And I was tired of being so alone.

You said you found yourself in Paris.

- But where do you really come from? - I don't know.

I have no memory of anything before that.

And yet I've always sensed that someone is after me,

following me everywhere, even here to America.

Listen, why don't you let me help?

Trust me. After all, I let you escape back at the warehouse.

Let me escape? Madam Medusa needs no help from an insolent youth.

So you're copping that I'm-just-a-kid attitude, too?

This kid's getting a little steamed at having that blaster stuck in his face.

The vacuum pellet temporarily drains the oxygen from around you, Torch.

Strange. You deliberately missed me with your flame.

Well, no matter. By the time you recover, I will be safely gone.

Though we met as enemies, there is much kindness in you, Johnny Storm.

Medusa, I've waited too long, searched too far, to fail now.

No.

Who are?

Flame on.

Man, I always liked hot cars, but... Hey.

Why don't you just consider putting the lady down, hammer toes?

Meddlesome human. Your attempt to protect Medusa is futile.

- Stop. - Gorgon takes orders from no one.

Hey. Now, that buggy looks awfully familiar.

Well, stolen gyrocopter or not,

I should still be able to catch him unless...

...he uses the new turbo-chargers I installed.

Not another pellet. I'm gonna have to start taking out fire insurance.

Gotta jump-start my flame. 10,000 volts ought to do it.

Lucky my brain-in-law Reed made our costumes insulated.

Houston Control, we have ignition.

- What? Gorg... - Gorgon.

It is I, Medusa. Did you think you could flee Attilan and elude us for ever?

Attilan? I don't know of any Atti...

Wait. Attilan. It's all coming back to me now.

What happened before Paris. Who I am, where I really come from. Gorgon...

Foolish human. Trying to rescue you will only ensure his doom.

Flame's still too weak to catch 'em.

But I can still sunburn those turbo-chargers

with concentrated beams of ultraviolet rays.

- We're losing power. - Bingo!

Now, gotta pour it on. Really feel the burn.

- Torch, no, don't. - Relax, Red. I won't burn you.

Release me. You don't know what you're doing.

Yeah, it's a good thing

Bigfoot never stomped his size 18s into our air-jet hangar.

- Gorgon followed me round the world. - Lady, you gotta trust me.

This kid's gonna help you whether you want it or not.

Oh, man. Those vacuum pellets really took some fuel out of my furnace.

I may have to join Flame Losers Anonymous.

Reed, look.

Susie, nice driving.

Course. I'm the one who got you off of training wheels, remember?

Well, congratulations, shrimp.

You finally caught this carrot-topped crook.

And only one week behind schedule. Gee.

You don't understand. I am not a criminal. Release me or you will be...

- Destroyed. - Medusa.

Just can't hold onto a gal, eh, junior?

Well, let old blue eyes show you how heroes do it.

- What? That ugly creature... - Ugly?

We'll see how pretty you look after I finish stuffing

those clodhoppers of yours into your mouth.

Arrogant monster.

Hey, show some respect for the idol of millions.

To battle Gorgon is futile, Ben Grimm. His powerful kick can topple anything.

Well, I just ain't any Thing, lady.

I'm the ever-loving, blue-eyed, clobbering, flavoured original.

The roof's so torn up, we can't land there.

But my force field can. Take the controls.

What is this?

- Never felt such force. - Darling.

Now you did it. You hurt Susie, you two-bit grape stomper.

- Gorgon, wait. - Relax, sister.

This'll only hurt him for a year or two.

Idle threats do not impress Gorgon.

You're just in time for a little roof rumbling.

- And some light clobbering. - Stop all this destruction, Gorgon.

This destruction is because of you.

You fled the Great Refuge to live among lowly humans.

I didn't flee. Maximus erased my memory and sent me to the human world.

Maximus the Mad? Now the puzzle makes sense.

Well, I'm glad you like a good puzzle, buddy.

Because I'm gonna rearrange your pieces.

Enough. Medusa must be returned where she belongs.

It is forbidden for our race to mingle with mere humans.

- Their race? - Mere humans?

Pal, you better get your eyes checked.

- Wait. We should try to reason... - Enough with you meddlers.

- Get close together. - Where's Ben?

Hey, what are you looking at?

- Thought I'd take the express. - I'm gonna find Medusa.

Maybe Medusa doesn't want to be found.

She'll change her tune once she gets to know me.

Johnny, wait. Your flame powers are still too weak.

Think so? Well, just watch my smoke.

Old hot-and-bothered just can't seem to...

Burn that redhead out of his hair

- She is a fascinating woman. - You don't say.

Why, in a purely scientific way, of course, darling.

Yes, of course.

OK, down, boys. We'd better find that brother of mine

before he gets in more trouble than he can burn his way out of.

No sign of 'em down there.

You'd think with gunboats like his, Gorgon would stick out like a sore toe.

Yes. When you're hot, you're hot.

But I'm not. I'm still not up to full steam yet.

I hate it when Reed's right.

Better save my strength. Who knows what could be hiding down there?

A girl. And a real looker, too.

Hello. Are you lost?

- No. Stay away. - Hey, chill.

I just wanna talk. I'm not gonna hurt you.

Hey.

What happened? Hey, where'd you go?

Man, Torch, you must be losing your touch.

Beautiful, mysterious ladies keep slipping right through your fingers.

No. Go away. They must not find you.

- They who? - Goodbye.

Hey. What are you, some kind of pyromaniac?

Using fire's not the recommended way to get rid of me.

- But how do you? - You have hidden powers.

- You are one of us. - Right.

One of you. That's what I've been trying to say.

How wonderful. My name is Crystal.

- What is yours? - I'm the Human Torch.

But my friends call me Johnny. Johnny Storm.

I would like to be your friend, Johnny Storm.

No problem there.

Say, what are you doing all alone here

down in this rundown place?

But I'm not alone. Lockjaw's with me.

Lockjaw? Is that like measles?

Don't be silly. Everyone knows Lockjaw.

- Isn't he the sweetest? - Yeah. Like sugar.

What the?

Lockjaw thinks it's time I returned home.

Lockjaw thinks... Hey, where'd he go?

He's always doing that. Come on.

I'd like you to meet my family.

I get the feeling I'm not in Kansas any more.

Black Bolt made this place for us

so we could live safely in this strange city while we searched for my sister.

- Don't tell me. That's Black Bolt? - No. That's my cousin Karnak.

He has the power to find the weakest point in any object.

- And destroy it. - Among other talents.

- Must come in handy. - This is Johnny Storm.

- He too has a hidden power. - Put it there, Karnak.

Your centre of gravity is about here.

Please forgive my cousin. He likes to show off.

- Here are the others. - Gorgon. Medusa.

- You interfering fool. - Why can't you leave us in peace?

Johnny. You know my sister, Medusa?

Sister? I should've figured. Are you some race of super-powered beings?

Foolish child. It is forbidden for Inhumans to mingle with outsiders.

You got a problem, take it up with me.

You have discovered us and you cannot be allowed to live and tell about it.

- Johnny. - Hey.

No matter. He cannot escape.

- No. - You were deceived, Crystal.

- He is not an Inhuman. - Do not let the boy be harmed.

- He once befriended me. - Flame on.

No.

Gotta find Reed before those Inhumans pull their disappearing act again.

He's gone.

When Black Bolt learns of this, his anger will be unimaginable.

Johnny's belt signal seems to be coming from that deserted part of town.

You can turn off that crackerjack prize of yours, stretcho.

Here comes the flying matchstick now.

- Looks like he just won the lottery. - I found Gorgon and Medusa.

And Crystal, the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.

What? You ditched the redhead already, lover boy?

She's Medusa's sister, you big brick. There's a race of Inhumans down there.

Inhumans. So that's what they call themselves.

We're wasting time. Crystal could be gone.

Crystal. Sounds like the only one gone is my baby brother.

That's where I blasted out. Their hiding place is down there.

- You know what to do, Karnak. - The weakest point is here.

Did you hear something?

- It's Gorgon. The other one's Karnak. - Black Bolt. The time has come.

And who's this Black Bolt clown, Sparky?

I don't know. He's the only one I haven't met.

Black Bolt, huh? Well, la-di-dah.

Let's see if he can handle an orange bolt.

- He floored Ben with one punch. - But that's impossible.

The Thing's the strongest human alive.

Well, maybe he's just met the new number one.

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