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Vengeance Shall Be Mine...
Joined: Sept 2005 Gender: Male  Posts: 2 Location: In My Own,Twisted Soul Karma: 0 |  | The Name's Johnny... « Thread Started on Sept 10, 2005, 8:33pm » | |
The Sun was setting over the Queensboro bridge.Sunsets always made Johnny nervous,because He knew what was coming.
It had dwelled inside him....mocking him,torturing him...doing everything in it's power to unleash itself,and escape from the prison that was John Blaze.
However,Johnny wouldn't allow it.As much as the demon struggled,Johnny fought it off,and kept himself from allowing it to take control.
But...It was most powerful when the sun set.Something about the night made it even more unbearable to keep down.So...Johnny usually lost the battle,after sunset.
He had to hurry.
Johnny rode across the bridge,on his chopper,with his helmet on.He kept it like that,just incase Zarathos made it out earlier than expected.
At least he could keep anyone from identifying him,if that were to happen.The last thing he wanted was to be arrested for something that was almost completley beyond his control.
As Johnny made his way off the bridge,He took a turn,and headed down a neighborhood.It was the neighborhood of his brother,Danny.
Danny had also been a victim of this...curse,so to speak.Johnny had once been freed of Zarathos,and as a result...Someone had to replace him.
That someone ended up being Noble Kane,and Danny Ketch...John's brother.
Johnny stopped the bike near Ketch's house.It had been a long time since they had spoken.Not due to conflict,or anger.They were both just so busy...
Johnny walked up,and knocked on the door.
No answer.Johnny smirked.
"Can't say I'm surprised."He said,to himself.
While Johnny was barely in control of his demon,Ketch was a different story.In fact,He could WILLINGLY make himself into the demon whenever he wanted.
No doubt,He was off,fighting some clown in tights,or something...
As Johnny headed for his bike,He stepped on a newspaper.It was an issue of the Daily Bugle.Curious,Johnny picked it up.
The cover story made little to no sense.
Batman?The Joker?Superman?Deadpool?The Punisher?Spider-Man?The Green Arrow?Catwoman?
Who were these people?
Johnny had heard stories about Spider-Man,Punisher,and Deadpool....But He didn't know what to make of Batman,Superman,The Joker,Catwoman,and The Green Arrow.
What the hell's happening to this city?
Johnny threw the newspaper down,and shrugged it off.It was no concern of his.All he wanted to do was live his own life....No Bats,Cats,Clowns,or Spiders involved.
As Johnny got on his bike,He noticed the Sun had set,and it was now dark.His eyes widened,a little.
"Oh No.."He said to himself.
Quickly,He strapped his helmet on,and took off.He could already feel it coming....
It was best to get away from as many people as possible,when it happened....Considering Zarathos was almost completley unpredictable.
But,By the time He made it back to The Queensboro Bridge,Johnnys eyes were glowing.
In a desperate move,Johnny screeched the bike into the opposite direction,from which He came,and headed back towards Ketch's home.
No...No...No...Come On,Just Wait A Little Longer....
Apparently,Zarathos wasn't listening,because by the time Johnny made it infront of Ketchs house,His body combusted into the all too familiar firey figure on the scary looking motorcycle.
Johnny was now nothing but a faded memory,for the time being.Now....It was only The Ghost Rider.
Ghost Rider looked down,and picked up the newspaper of which Johnny had discarded.The Rider could sense these people.
One of them had fled.The God-Like one who appeared to be immortal.The one they called "Superman".However,The Rider could not sense any reason for that man to be punished.
Ghost Rider sensed all around the city.There were alot of sinners,and alot of people who deserved to be punished.
However,it was this selected group of mortals and immortals that The Rider was intrigued with.
The Rider sensed around the city,once again,looking for the one called "Batman".His soul was dark....haunting...Almost completley sinful.However,He was good.He did not wish to harm innocents...Only to protect.
The Rider then started searching for the one called "Spider-Man".HIS soul was filled with torment and angst,but there was a certain...good,in him,that outweighed it.
Ghost Rider grew impatient.Surely ONE of these mortals...Or immortals had to be punished,for some reason or other.They couldn't be ignored.
Thats when The Rider sensed the soul of the one called "The Punisher".While His intentions were somewhat noble...He was a sinner.He murdered without mercy or remorse.
THAT was what made him stand out,even though The Rider had yet to search the souls of "Deadpool","The Joker","The Green Arrow",and "Catwoman".
The Rider smiled,as much as a flaming skull could possibly smile.
"There Is No Where You Can Hide From Vengeance,Punisher.And Vengeance SHALL Be Mine Tonight."
The Ghost Rider took off,cackling like something out of hell.
Then again,Nothing from Hell could even compare to The Ghost Rider....
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