Separate Lives On The Fast Track
Johnny Storm punched the air after landing yet anther brilliant jump in his motorcycle, life was good, even though he wasn't recognised as Human Torch he still was Human Torch well, after leaving and lying low then a couple of inventions by the super nerd Mr Fantastic anyway.
"The girls still want me" Johnny cherished as two leggy blondes raced over "life is sweet". "Johnny!!" a shrill voiced broke Johnny's musings "yeah sis?" Johnny asked Sue Storm glared at the blondes until they pouted and went away. "there's a building on fire in the building district we need-" "the one who's tall, handsome and fireproof" Johnny quipped taking flight "Flame on" his heart still yelled every time "flame on".
The blaze was put out easily and Johnny strolled around the cit feeling bored when night came, Johnny was about to give up and go home until he saw something interesting "and very flammable" Johnny laughed. Wandering over he saw two boys rapping rhymes with a girl gazing nonchalantly at the crowd. The girl was wearing a pair of worn black jeans and a black shirt with flames on it when the boys finished their rousing serenade they backed off.
The girl stepped forward and told the crowd to step back once they had compiled she took a stick with a rag balled up on the end of it and set it on fire then taking a bottle of whisky and blowing it towards the rag with sent a collum of fire in the air making the crowd cheer. After the little show was complete Johnny went over to the girl "nice show but a waste of good whisky" he commented.
"and who the hell might you be" was the curt reply a few years back know one would have asked, "Johnny" he smiled the girl had already gone sighing Johnny turned and went home. Lounging around watching motocross Johnny drooped off until his phone rang out with the shrill tune of 'Wild Thing' that Sue had put on his phone as a joke. "Hello, Grace yeah it's me" once the conversation ended Johnny turned of the TV, swept the food leftovers into the bin and when the intercom buzzed Johnny hurriedly shoved the Playboy magazines under the couch cushions.
"Hey honey" Grace sang as she kissed Johnny making his heart soar, "well babe you just sit down on the couch and shall get you a sparkling glass of wine" Johnny joked smiling when Grace swung her hips towards him and told him an icy cold beer would be fine. Grace sat down on the cushion and felt something odd beneath her straitening her denim skirt she tired to get comfortable but she couldn't, reaching down she laughed when she pulled out a Playboy magazine, Johnny strolled out then gave an awkward laugh when Grace waved a copy of Playboy at him "been doing some reading aye Johnny?" she asked.
Swiftly puling down the window and wincing when it creaked Rory Weller striped off the clothes she had been wearing and pulled on her old T-shirt that she slept in. Rory thought off the cute guy that had shown up at her show, she had almost fallen asleep when her door flew open startling Rory out of bed.
"I warned you" the intruder yelled he was a strong minded, big man that often resented the young girl that was put into his care. "You little rebel, your not too see those hooligans again and your grounded" he thundered storming out of the room. Rory crawled back into bed and cursed her uncle time and time again.
The dream was back again, the one were her parents never died, the one were she didn't live with an uncle who thought she should be in a convent but as always morning came and she was awoken by a banging on her door,
Dragging herself through the routine of showering and dressing then strolling down the stairs.
Her Uncle's eyes nearly bludged out of his skull when he saw his niece, there she was in a pair jeans with holes in them and a black shirt tight enough so that her cleavage was exposed a little and showed her midriff. Not only that but she was wearing this big black boots and chains around her waist and those grey eyes that glared up at him were ringed with way too much makeup. Pulling her ridiculous dyed hair behind her ear so that he could clearly see the three holes in the bottom of her ears and the sliver rings on her fingers.
"One day you will be out of that cursed luck you have girlie" he warned leaning over to smack her over the head when she mumbled insults. Dragging her old black backpack on her back she got her crappy second hand dirt bike and raced to school relishing in its freedom.