Sue groaned; her brain felt stretched and dry, the inside of her eyelids like sandpaper.
“What the F*UK was I drinking last night” she rumbled in a husky, coarse sounding voice. Gingerly she pulled herself vertical and looked around through bleary eyes...only to realise she had no clue where she was.
She’d been laying on a battered steel work bench, pushed up against the wall of what looked like the cellar of a large tenement building; the room was grimy and cold, filled with work surfaces like the one she was sitting on, which in turn where covered
by an haphazard mix of equipment, some of it straight out of a Meth Lab, the rest looking like it had been looted out of Doctor Frankenstein’s.
Sue moved to rub her face, but froze, her hand hovering in front of her face...or was it her hand? The callused paw in front of her LOOKED like her hand and responded to her...but something was wrong.
Lurching to her feet she staggered over to the metal fronted freezer, which sat across the way, using it’s pitted front as an impromptu mirror.
Looking back at her was a woman with a harsh, almost masculine face framed by a mane of red hair; her bare arms where corded with thick muscle as where her legs, a fact that was clearly visible thanks to her skin tight leather trousers, while her meaty tits
strained against the red laces of her open fronted, yellow leather jerkin, it’s shade matching that of her pants.
On reach arm she wore metallic wristbands, with razor sharp blades mounted on top and a small housing on the bottom...and as her eyes settled on these everything snapped into place.
She HAD been Sue Richards, The Invisible Woman...NOW she was Sue PHELPS, Hellrazor...