Disclaimer: I do not own the Fantastic Four, Marvel etc.
Just to let you know, this is my first fan fiction so constructive criticism will help. Thanks.
Rapid-fire
Chapter One:
Harriet Appleby rushed around her apartment, doing some last minute packing as there was a knock at her door. She sprinted in the direction of the door but tripped over one of the three back packs that lay next to it, and landed face down on the floor. She blew her midnight blue hair out of her face as the door opened to reveal a man in a leather jacket, jeans and sunglasses. His hair was short blond/brown and a smirk was plastered on his face. Harriet glared at him and sat up.
"You know, you didn't have to knock if you had your key!" she snapped as he shut the door behind him.
"I know," said the man, "but I just love winding you up!"
Harriet stood up threateningly, letting her short temper take over, "Johnny Storm -"
"Whoa," said the man, Johnny, with his hands up in defence, "calm down Sparky."
"Sparky is a dog's name," stated Harriet, "Do I look like a dog to you?"
Johnny raised an eyebrow, "Is that a trick question?"
Harriet growled and picked up one of the backpacks kicking the other two towards Johnny.
"Just for that, you can carry your bags downstairs!"
Harriet walked out of her apartment, Johnny following close behind struggling with his two bags and complaining under his breath. Harriet and Johnny had known each other since they were twelve. They were the biggest trouble makers around throughout high school and never lost contact afterwards. In fact they shared the apartment, though Johnny was rarely there. He was usually out with some girls he had met the previous night. That was the one thing Harriet hated about her best friend Johnny – that he saw himself as a 'ladies man' and the fact that all girls, including herself at times, fall for his amazing smile and immature antics. It got worse when he had found out that she had had a crush on him at the age of 15. Now they were both in their early twenties and he still hadn't forgotten that embarrassing day when he had 'accidently' stumbled across her open diary under her pillow.
The two had arrived at the car park and loaded the bags into a bright yellow Ferrari, which belonged to Harriet.
"Why is Victor Von Dork inviting me on this space trip anyway?" asked Harriet, her hatred for Von Doom clearly being displayed.
"I asked him too," smiled Johnny, "you need a break; you're always cooped up in the apartment on your own. You could do with a change of scenery."
"Oh I see so rather than a night out at one of the many clubs you go to on a daily basis, you thought 'let's take Harriet off the planet completely'!" laughed Harriet as Johnny shrugged his shoulders, "Thanks for bringing me along, seriously."
Johnny winked at her and mounted his motorbike whilst Harriet settled down in her car. Then he led the way to Von Doom Industries. Harriet kept a close eye on Johnny who had clearly forgotten that he was leading the way, as he kept weaving between other cars and speeding past the quickly changing traffic lights.
Eventually, they came to a deserted strip of road, at the end of which stood Von Doom Industries: a cluster of tall, modern buildings that seemed slightly threatening. Johnny slowed down slightly so that his bike was level with Harriet's car. Harriet hated when he did that.
"Hey watch the paint!" she yelled making sure that he kept his distance from her car door as they drove slowly along the road.
Johnny leaned down next to her ear his hot breath sending shivers down her spine, "Race you!"
Harriet quickly recovered from her dreamy moment, smirked and sped ahead, leaving an unprepared Johnny to clumsily race after her.
Chapter 2 will be out as soon as possible.
