Ghost Rider #0 App Elseworlds

Tried something a little bit different then I'm used to...

italic- Ghost Rider

bold- Satan/ the Devil

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I bet you're expecting a man full of sin, one who doesn't care for moral rights or laws. One who can walk the line of both worlds, and still not be scarred. If this is what you predicted, then you're dead wrong. I do walk both lines, but both lead to different trails.

It all started with her death. Imagine a perfect day, one that makes birds sing, and you can smell the dew in the air. Two people sit under a tree, as they usually did on a Sunday evening.

Her father always wanted her to go to church. She never went until I told her to. We went together, and after ever mass, we walked to that tree, and sat just listening to the world around us.

On that day, she said those words which I could never forget.

"I love you."

This is what kills me. These words were my undoing. Fear of what could happen if I took her under my wing. I said some stupid excuse, and went home. Then I decided that I could handle it. I could love her, and that I always would.

Well, you can probably guess what happened from there.

I ran back to the tree, like I was in some kind of movie, the guy chasing after the girl. But I was too late. She wasn't at the tree. I sat down on the ground, leaning on the tree. Then, I remember seeing smoke, coming from one of the streets.

It must have been a car accident I thought to myself. It had to be. But being that "good" man I thought I was, I ran down the hill again.

Once I got down to the street, I saw that it was a car crash. A stupid biker had crashed into a red Honda Civic.

This car accident meant nothing to anyone else around me. It was just a regular crash. But I remember seeing two bodies on the ground, painted with crimson liquid.

I felt something come out of my eye. Something I couldn't fell anymore. There she was, in the middle of the street, laying lifeless. The other victim was there also.

I used to be afraid of the sight of blood. But this was her. I ran into the street, nothing mattered anymore. Cars honking, rushing by me, while I was cradling her.

I yelled to see if anyone had called the police. I screamed it. I broke out into tears. Even though it felt like forever, waiting there, they finally arrived. The men that were supposed to help the citizens were finally here.

They couldn't help her though, no. She was "totaled" in car language.

They said there was a note in the car. They guessed she was writing it while she was driving.

I looked at the letter, and saw tears all over it. I unwrinkled the paper to see this:

John. I know you've been good to me, and I thank you for this. But, you seemed like you couldn't handle a marriage, and that's when I figured out I couldn't handle one either. I figured I couldn't handle anything. We were young, that's all. For lust, I believe. I'm not even sure I ever loved you. Did you ever lov.....

That's when it stopped. A pen mark went across the page from where it stopped. They said she was speeding. A death note.

The doctor said there was nothing he could do, but yet, I knew there was. I was a religious man. Prayer was my way of getting her back. It was the only way.

I prayed on and off for months. I never left the chapel, I slept there. I prayed for answers, but none returned.

One fateful day, I awoke to see a note. No a waver. The only words on the paper were,

Love is forever, but not without a soul.

Then, a place to sign was under it. I looked around, trying to find the person who gave the note. No one was around, and frankly, I was there for years. Time flew by, and I had no idea. The church had been destroyed, but the chapel remained. And the note. To sign the note, my fate was unknown. But love fueled me. It always had.

I signed.

Have you ever felt the feelings of butterflies in your stomach? Imagine it times twelve. Then the feeling of my eyes burning, like pepper spray, but instead of the spray, I got the seeds. I saw flames form around my eyes, and skin peel from my hands.

But then she appeared. She was alive, and she was confused. I approached her, pain still in my body. She saw me once, and fled. I screamed her name, and noticed my voice was changing. More, raspy.

My clothes burned away, and the feel of leather wrapped around me. A chain made of flames slung around my shoulder.

Time to come visit.

The voice dragged me down deep into the chapel.

It seems your prayers were answered.

The voice was like sandpaper rubbing against metal. I couldn't see at the moment, everything was dark. But then I saw red. All of it. The whole world was red. It had seemed like I fell, as I was on my face. I stood up, and saw the chain on my shoulder. It was heavy.

Come John.

The voice could be heard from a distance. I didn't want to go, but my feet were moving. I dragged the chain on the ground, up the hills, and down the hills. This was the Hell he made for me. I finally saw a figure, and it stood out. White and black, while everything else was red.

John... lets see... loved Geneviève Rosa... signed the contract. Yep, you're here. Welcome to Hell.

"What is this place?"

Hm. Duh, I just said Hell.

"This is a lot worse than expected."

So you expected to come down her?

"No... that's not what I... meant."

Well, you sold your soul to... me.

"That's what that note was?"

Yeah. Sorry, the big guy wasn't responding. I tried to help you.

"You can't help me. You're the... devil."

Oh come on. What are you? Human? Wait, never mind, you aren't that anymore.

"What did you do to me?"

A holy man turned Rider. I like irony John. Oh by the way...

He whistled, and I could hear a bike. I still remember hearing that sound. Tires scratching on the sands of Hell. It arrived, and I recognized it immediately. It was the same bike that had killed her.

"Ironic."

Quite. Get on.

"I'm not your faithful believer."

Well you are for Him.

"Let me guess... Ironic."

Look, just get on. You're my Rider now. My Ghost Rider. One who walks Earth, and Hell, making people pay for their sins, and bringing them down here for me. Simple.

I tried to reason with him, saying it was unfair. She had left me, even when I saved her. She took my soul, and threw me away. It not only hurt me, but fueled me with something worse than love.

Hatred. It's what will fuel you through your journeys.

I looked at him, and I remember him smiling.

"What is your bidding."

Perfect. There is a man who brings people back from the dead. I want him... I want Otto Octavious.

I hopped on the bike, and started the bike. Flames appeared from the bike, as I fueled the bike. My hatred could fuel all of Hell. But I had a job to do. I rode my bike up a ramp (ha it's still there) and went back onto Earth. As I said, I had a job to do.

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Yes, that was pretty long, but I really wanted to get the emotion in there. Anyways, you guys wanted this, so hopefully you like it!

 

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