Morton decided that as first order of business, everyone needed new names. After all, he couldn't really hope to strike fear into the hearts of his enemies with a simple name like Morton. Going with his power of being able to completely change a person he decided his new name would be Mind Molder. The great thing would be that when he announced himself as such, people would be unprepared for his super strength and super speed.
First he thought about Jordan. At a towering height of 7'10" and weighing over 630 pds and all of it muscle. He was a tough and reminded Mind Molder of cavemen. Mind Molder decided he liked the idea of something ancient. He was like Goliath of old and with that thought. Mind Molder knew what he wanted Jordan to look like. He would wear a thick mail armor over his impressive body and he would now have a giant spear that would be over ten feet tall and as thick as a beam. As he made his wish, Jordan was no more. Instead, Goliath now stood before him, brandishing his impossibly large spear and yet in Goliath's hands it didn't seem to big for him. Goliath went to one knee before Mind Molder and now the giant was looking his master at eye level.
Next he pondered about Florence. She was now a deadly assassin and undeniably beautiful seductress. She was inhumanly agile and had quick reflexes and perhaps the most noticeable thing about her was her shimmering silver hair. He decided he would call her Quick Silver. She would have to be dressed in something that would accentuate her hair. Perhaps a black cat suit with silver accents along her shoulders, breasts, and thighs. Images of silver blades would be most appropriate. Picturing it in his mind, Mind Molder made his wish and Florence no longer stood before him but Quick Silver in all her glory. Mind Molder was interested to see that along the sides of her ribs were six small throwing blades with two wicked daggers hanging from her belt. Pleased by her new apparel, Quick Silver bent down to one knee before her master, the Mind Molder.
Then Mind Molder focused on Angie. She too, had a beautiful body and blood red hair. She had the power to heal but the desire to cause pain. Ecstasy would be a good definition of her. She was now in a state of being beyond reason and self-control and her appetites would only become stronger with out him to guide and control her. Mind Molder imagined Angie in a black leather pants with a whip looped around her waist and her wearing a red leather vest that would barely manage to contain her breasts and would leave very little to the imagination. He made his wish and now it was so. Angie no longer stood before him but Ecstasy and faster then he could see, she pulled out her whip and lashed Brad across the back. Brad growled at the wound which healed quite quickly and he settled down. Ecstasy stroked her whip and went to one knee before her father and her master. "Thank you for the toy, Daddy, it's what I've always wanted."
Mind Molder looked at Brad and decided he rather like the feral look of his minion. He decided to just put on a pair of torn jeans on his pet that would barely reach the creature's knees. He made his wish and Brad no longer stood in front of him. Instead he now looked upon Ripper, his pet werewolf. The monster prostrated itself before it's master and was quite happy when Mind Molder scratched behind Ripper's ears.
"We are now the Fatal Five and we should be a match for anyone. Now we must find out more about our enemies, the Glamor Girls. Quick Silver and Ecstasy, go out and find me information at whatever means necessary. But keep a low profile for we do not want to alert our enemies to our presence just yet. While you gather this information, I shall be searching for a suitable location to make our lair. Goliath and Ripper, you will wait here until I give you further orders."
Soon it will begin.