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The silence is deafening. Nobody walks the street, nobody shrouds themselves in the folds of darkness that envelop the worn-down cobbles. The only light dappling the concrete was from a street lamp, its faint golden balm roughly caressing the hard substance like the Sun's heta to the globe. The only difference, of course, being that the diamonds sprinkled across the ebony expanse surrounding the Sun were replaced by rundown housing estates...
...but maybe, just maybe, there was a beauty cloaked within the shadows whose power equalled that of the greatest star. Her name was Susan Storm-Richards, and although she stepped out into the light, nothing visibly changed. The air particles aorund her shifted and vibrated in accordance with kinetic activity, but there was nothing that allowed any possible bystanders to detect her. The cause of this was her other name. For she is not only Sue...she is the Invisible Woman, co-leader of the Fantastic Four.
"My, my, my," she mused aloud, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "If only the press could see me now...stalking back alleys in the middle of the night. It'd be a field day for Jameson."
She fell silent once again, her mind falling back to the reason for her late-night 'soireè'. It had been relatively quiet in the realm of adventuring in the past month, and although Sue herself found herself revelling in the normality that was left behind, the restlessness that thickened the air of a room whenever she was with Reed or Johnny had affected her; in such a situation, she found it was most valuable to release the stress in her usual manner...and at that moment, a wail split the air of the obscure street.
Sue broke into a run, her lithe, invisible form slipping onto a transparent energy slide that carried her towards the source of the noise. It didn't take her long to find it - a trio of thugs surrounding a young woman. Sue could barely restrain a sigh as she contemplated what an obvious clichè she had stumbled upon. There's no originality these days...and boy, am I thankful for that! One of the thugs, a chocolate-skinned male, had clamped his hand over his victim's mouth. The remaining pair, both Caucasians gripping baseball bats, taunted her mercilessly.
Sue gestured, and they tumbled to the ground with a strangled cry. A second motion, and the delinquent holding the girl yelped out in pain as an invisible dagger pierced his hand. The bemused expression plastered across his face was replaced by one of agonising pain. Sue retrieved one of the bats and lightly patted it against the boy's head. With a final cry of shock, he was finally overwhelmed by unconsciousness. By the time the victim had stopped trembling, the Invisible Woman was gone...although, by all accounts, she had enever even been there.