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Chapter 1: The girl on the motorcycle
Johnny Storm may be the free-spirited member of the group but even he needs a vacation every now and then. He pulled up to the stop light on his motorcycle. While he waited, a girl pulled up next to him. She had long brown hair, and full lips. She was wearing sunglasses and dark clothes. She was riding a Kawasaki Ninja. She glanced in his direction.
"Hey." She said.
"Hey. Nice bike." Johnny said grinning.
"Thanks. Same to you."
"I'm Johnny Storm."
"Name's Max." She said. "You from around here?"
"No, I'm on vacation. You?"
"I live here. Don't see many people out this time of night."
"Nope. Isn't it a little late for a girl like you to be out here alone?"
"I can take care of myself."
"I bet you can."
"How does a girl like you handle a bike like that?"
"I'm stronger then I look."
"I bet."
"Are you hitting on me?"
"No. I'm bettin' that I can make it to the next stop light before you."
"Oh. You're on." She revved up her engine. The light turned green and they raced to the stop light. They both got there at the same time. "Not bad. Not bad at all." Johnny smiled at her.
Suddenly, they heard a scream. It was a girl. It was a dark alley. They both raced off toward the scream. When they got there their eyes grew big. It couldn't be, they thought.