Cooling The Torch Ch.1

Disclaimer:

Me: I do not own the Fantastic 4 or Jonathan Storm.

Johnny: I wouldn't mind if you owned me sweetheart, Would you?

Me: Ohhhhkay *giggles like a school girl*

But I do own Mitchella Finelli

Mitchie: Um no you don't

Me: Yea, I do

*Arguing goes on for a while*

Johnny: Ladies, ladies. Let's not fight over the Torch

Girls: Shut Up!

Reed, Ben, and Sue: And now to the story

Mitchella's POV

"Mitchie, Earth to Mitchella." My assistant, Stephanie said snapping her fingers in front of my face. "Huh, What?" I said my blonde hair flying as I looked around the office. "Mitchie, you were sitting in a daze, freezing and unfreezing that glass of water for the past 5 minutes." Stephanie explained. I was too caught up in my thoughts to notice, I guess. I was just thinking about before I was a freak with powers and how things went wrong. All thanks to him.

2 ½ years ago…..

"Mitchie, I swear I didn't even know those Victoria Secret models! You gotta believe me!" Johnny explained trailing behind me in the space station, this was a month and a half since we broke up and he was still making excuses. "Just drop it, Johnny! I don't wanna here it right now. I just wanna go into space, get the stupid sample, and go back to Jersey, okay." I yelled, turning around to look at him. The only reason I was here was because Susan was my best friend and she invited me along. "Fine. I just don't wanna go into space with a big baby who can't admit that she was wrong to break up with me without hearing the full story." He said, defiantly. I turned from putting on my equipment, made a strangling motion towards Johnny and headed to find Ben. I found him in the break room drinking coffee. "Hey Mitchie." Ben said, raising his mug to me. "Hey Ben, ready to go to space in 30 minutes?" I asked, sitting at the table. "Yeah, what about you?" "Yeah, if I don't strangle Johnny first." I replied, taking a sip of lemonade.

In Space

"I'm bored." Johnny stated, swiveling his chair around like a child as we watched Ben from the monitors. "Well what do you want me to do about it?" I asked. "Entertain me." "Um, Johnny. What's that cloud materializing behind Ben?" I asked, seeing the cloud swirl around the area. "What cloud?" Reed, Sue, and Johnny asked. "This cloud." I replied pointing to the window as the cloud grew closer. "Ben! You have to get back in here now!" Reed yelled frantically. "Jump!" Me and Johnny yelled. "I ain't done arranging your flowers, Fancy pants." Ben remarked. "Ben, you have to get in here now!" Sue screamed. The only thing I remembered after that was the force of the storm knocking me backwards and flinging me into Johnny.

2 months later…..

I was out of the hospital and Sue was back with Reed. Johnny was still a flirt and I was still single. Surprise! I have powers. I can shoot ice and water out of my hands. Victor wanted to reverse my powers, so I agreed to be his guinea pig. After the experiment, I had more powers. It was like Darth Vader using the Force to choke people. It turns out that Victor wanted to use me as a weapon against the Fantastic Four. I just called them Reed, Ben, Sue, and Johnny. Imagine how steamed he was then. I had left Victor and moved in with my old college roomie. And now I was one of the biggest writers in history.

Present time…..

"Hey Steph, do you wanna come see me preform tonight?" I asked her, snapping out of my daydream. "Sure. Where's it at?" "This new club called Vibe. I play at 7."

And with that, I left my office for my commute home.

LOCATION: THE VIBE (she already preformed)

I was offstage now, sipping a ginger ale even though I am 26. And I was suddenly caught off guard by someone tapping my shoulder lightly. I turned around to see who it was. I could've fainted. "Mitchie?"

Oooh, It's a cliffy! Who was it? Suspense! I hope you guys check out my other stories and I want to thank the following: lilo5010 for all of their support and inspiration, and Darkangel382 for being AWESOME, and a special thank you to raven0698. Review please! You will get a virtual cookie!

Laterz,

Little Miss Purple