Chapter One:
The School For Gifted Youngsters
Even though Johnny Storm really didn't want to be there, he found the building that housed Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters to be quite impressive. It was a big mansion, but it looked so modern. It even seemed kind of cozy. He took note of the young students running around and drove his motorcycle forward with caution, making sure to avoid the children.
Some of the teenage girls took notice of him as he parked his bike and they quickly began to shriek. Johnny took notice and waved to them and walked up to the huge doors to the school. Taking care not to burn the doors, he knocked.
The doors opened, seemingly all by themselves and he walked in, nearly breaking his neck in an attempt to take everything in all at once. The entrance hall was BIG and ornate, with widing stairs, chandeliers, paintings, bookcases. It was like the Baxter Building in a condensed form.
And just as he was getting used to seeing everything, he was approached by someone.
"Excuse me, are you Jonathan Storm?" a woman's voice asked.
Johnny uncraned his neck to get a good look at her and he was a little surprised.
There was a young woman next to him and she looked as though she was in her early twenties and was carved out of moonlight. She had very pale, white skin, long silver-white hair and very clear blue eyes. She wore a black top and blue jeans, which made her look even paler.
But notheless, she was very cute.
"Why yes, I am." He said, smoothly, extending a hand. "I'm Jonthan Storm. And you are,…?" He kissed her hand, which made her giggle.
"Luna D'Canto." She said, calmy, a faint blush tinging her pale cheeks. "I'm Professor Charles Xavier's lab assistant. It's a pleasure to meet you in person. Your sister's told us a lot about you and of course, as you've probably noticed, you have a fan base."
"I did notice." Johnny said. "After what happened, I wasn't expecting such a warm welcome."
"Don't worry about it, Jonathan." Luna said, with a smile. "Anyway, follow me. I'll take you to your room."
Johnny smiled. "I think I'm going to like it here. No one ever told me how beautiful mutant women are."
Luna blushed even more, and her cheeks looked like they were bleeding. "Susan was right. You ARE quite charming."
"Well, it's nice that you know so much about me, but I know nothing about you." Johnny said. "Tell me more about you."
"There's not much to tell. I'm a telepath and telekinetic." She said. "I idolize Reed Richards…." Her voice trailed off. "I shouldn't have told you that."
"You idolize Reed?" Johnny was surprised. "Why?"
Luna giggled. "I've always had a crush on him…even more so after he became 'Mr. Fantastic'. I just thought he was so brilliant. I want to be that brilliant."
"Don't pay any attention to Luna, Jonathan." Another voice piped up from behind Luna and Johnny. "She just aspires to be like Dr. Richards. The fact that he's also fairly handsome doesn't hurt him, either."
Johnny turned around slowly and his jaw dropped when he saw the speaker.
She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, with slightly tanned skin, long silky black hair, a toned figure and….yellowish amber colored eyes. She wore khaki cargo pants with a belt and a shiny buckle with a wolf's head on it., a tight black t-shirt, and black boots. She approached them with a confident air, a smile on her face. "Luna has ALWAYS admired Dr. Richards, you know."
Luna smiled. "Well, well, well…look who's back from her roadtrip to Seattle."
Johnny was practically drooling. "Who is that?"
Luna giggled. "That is my best friend in the whole world." She said. "Her name is Wolf Riverson. Wolf, this is Jonathan Storm. Jonathan Storm, this is Wolf."
Wolf extended her hand and shook Johnny's hand. "Nice to meet you, Jonathan."
"Please." Johnny said, kissing Wolf's hand. "Call me Johnny."
Wolf smiled and Johnny could see that her canine teeth were pointed and looked extremely sharp. "Okay then, Johnny" She said. "Welcome to Xavier's. I hope you'll enjoy your stay."
Johnny grinned. You know, I think that Sue was right. I just may thank her for this.