Foreword: I just love your comments so much that I just can't stop updating. Now, new chapter…four, is it? Heh heh…puns…Also, I'm not exactly a science expert, that and I'm too entirely lazy to do research. This all comes to a head in what may be very wrong information. Apologies.

Disclaimer: Don't own anything, and I have a terrible cursing habit. But I will try to tone it down.

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Johnny felt pressure. Cold pressure all over his body. His thoughts drifted around his subconscious, taking shape into the form of smartass dog totaled my car.

I did NOT he heard a voice inside his head object.

Johnny snapped his eyes open. He found himself surrounded by water. But he could see what looked like an abandoned warehouse. His first instinct was to swim forward, but he found his arms were secured behind his back.

He had regained enough sense to be confused as to why he was underwater and he could still feel his lungs fill with oxygen when he discovered he had an oxygen mask attached to his face which was connected to a tube that lead up to the ceiling of his tank.

A tank.

Of water.

Johnny fully opened his eyes. An incredible feeling of claustrophobia came over him. He screamed and kicked backwards, trying to find a way out of this horrible place he now found himself in.

Easy! Easy, Johnny-boy! If you thrash around too much, you might dislodge your mask and then you'll really be screwed.

Johnny looked around, trying to find the familiar face that went with the voice that reverberated around in his head.

Look to your left. And don't cuss me out too much, there's a mic in that mask and God and everybody can hear you.

"Is there anyone else out there?" Johnny asked, surprisingly calmly, still glaring straight ahead of him.

No.

Johnny let loose a string of curses that would have made a sailor blush while he turned his head to his left.

Einstein sat in a cage about ten feet away from Johnny's tank that had a yellow lightning bolt on the side, indicating that it was electrified. He sat with a muzzle obscuring view of his snout and with one eyebrow cocked. There was a doleful look in his eyes.

I TOLD you to watch out. First running into dogs, then brick walls. Do you even open your eyes when you drive?

"I'm going to kill you." Johnny threatened behind his mask.

Stand- up plan B, Beevis. Now I have to think us a way out of here.

"Cool it, I'll come up with something." Johnny said, looking around his watery prison.

God, that's frightening. Wait, I think I hear someone coming. Don't tell them anything or else you nor will I never get out of here again.

"I know! I'm not an idiot!"

I beg to differ.

"I'm gonna make you into a rug…" Johnny said threateningly as the sharp clack of angular high-heeled shoes came closer

Johnny looked to the doorway just in time to take in a tall blonde woman wearing an immaculate tailored suit that accentuated all of her best features. Her face was slender and beautiful, and her blue eyes sparkled as she smiled at her captive in the tank.

"Who are you?" Johnny asked.

She held up one finger and walked over to one edge of the tank. On one of the pillars was a box with buttons. She pushed one.

"I had them put a transmitter into one of your ears so we could talk, Mr. Storm." She said, stepping back and crossing her hands in front of her.

"Who are you?" Johnny repeated.

"I am Karen Stuart: CEO of Glitter cosmetics. And I have some information I'd like from you." She stated.

"Do you know how easy it would be for me to set this place on fire right now?" Johnny said, ignoring her vaguely ominous statement.

"Not as easy as you think. " She said, smiling even broader, "We know a lot about you Johnny. Now, it's true that these accommodations were roughly thrown together for your arrival, but I think you'll find that they do the trick of keeping you in one place. The tank is made of a reinforced steel alloy, highly resistant to flame, same for your cuffs. The glass and the steel are covered in a polyurethane coating that makes them completely airtight, so evaporation won't help you either. The mask is just plain ol' plastic, though. But I suggest you don't burn that off."

Johnny's half-obscured face betrayed no emotion. "What is it that you want?" He asked her.

"I want you to tell me about our mutual friend here." She said, gesturing toward Einstein.

"He smells kind of bad. I found him outside my apartment building." Johnny said. "I was just on my way to get him fixed. " Johnny added through gritted teeth. Einstein glared over in the direction of the tank.

A small muscle twitched on the side of the woman's eye. "That's not what I'm talking about and you know it."

"No, I really don't know it, lady." Johnny snapped, "I just pick up a dog off the street and you people come and total my car! Now I would appreciate it if you would drain the tank so we can go on our merry."

"That dog is property of Glitter cosmetics, Mr. Storm. I have the papers to prove it. Now I want you to tell me what it told you." She said with a steely edge to her voice.

"…Told…me?" Johnny said, allowing a grin to spread across his face and his eyebrows to rise.

Karen sighed. "I think we both know what this dog is capable of, Mr. Storm."

"And I think you're a crazy person. I'm not Dr. Dolittle, lady"

"There was a guard on these premises that told of a disembodied voice in his head, pretending to be his dearly-departed grandmother. That told him to open the front gate." Karen stated, her face twitching with concealed anger again. "I think that this dog and that voice are one in the same."

Johnny heard Einstein snort. Karen didn't appear to notice.

"That's interesting…" Johnny said, trying to appear nonchalant.

Karen started to pace across the front of the tank. "You know, you have an facinating gift Mr. Storm." She started, "or should I say, The Human Torch? You are capable of producing flames out of will, are you not?"

Johnny paused for a minute. "What are you talking about?" Johnny asked incredulously.

"I'm just wondering if you knew what a power like that could be used for."

"I think I have an idea." Johnny growled. "Plus, it's great for Jiffy-pop."

"A gift such as yours could be used to power an entire country. And I know of several people interested in harnessing that miraculous power of yours." She went on, ignoring his comment.

"It's not possible." Johnny said flatly.

"It's a drug called mithloprporpeline. It works something like when the doctor taps on your knee and your leg jerks." She paused, looking at him. "Your powers are a reflex action just like everything else. It was developed and tested while you were out."

"You can't DO that!" Johnny said, his voice panicky over the microphone.

"You'd be surprised as to what we can do, Mr. Storm." She smiled and clutched her hands behind her back. "Johnny, I want you to imagine yourself in a small, coffin-like box. On fire. For the rest of your days." She said.

Johnny's body went cold. He could not imagine a worse possible fate.

"I am a public figure. I am a freaking super hero, for God's sake. That's not to mention my family. You really think that nobody will notice that I'm missing?" He said, his voice shaking with anger and fear.

"There are places where the even the Fantastic Four can't go." She said, smirking, turning to leave the room. "Think about it, Johnny. I'm going to call some buyers."

Johnny could hear her laughter all the way down the hallway.

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Dun dun DUN!!!!!!!!

I'm sorry for the super serious chapter, but I needed a bad guy. Man, she's a bitch isn't she? Even I don't like her. Rest assured, I wouldn't do anything like that to Johnny. I will update as soon as I can.

-Gold