The Born Rider

Chapter 4: Brand New What?

The Born Rider Chapter 4: Brand New...What

"Don't need your sad face sorry baby

but I made up my mind,

I made up my mind.

Don't need a rerun been there done,

done is the back in time,

you're back in time."

Not only was the club amazing but one of my fav songs was playing thats right bet you didn't peg me for an Anjulie fan...Well you're right... I only like this song lots of the kids in my old school say that this song''Brand New Bitch'fits my personality. And I don't know why I told all you that. Anyways back to the story.

'Ya I know that the sex was good,

I remember, I was showing you what to do.

Yeah Yeah

Up against the walls

bathroom stalls

Ooo I was so freakin blind

so freakin blind

And now I'm singing''

The Club was built in kind of like a cheery Hollywood movie lame theme. I know, I know but dad was all about mine and Macy's 'Sister' bonding. He must of been pretty crazy if anyone could use mine and Macy's names in a sentence let alone with the word sister in it. When we entered the club Macy walked the other way to a huge group of five or six girls with blond hair...much like the girls I used to hang out with.

Oh the irony... I on the other hand moved to a table with a boy and girl who seemed very nice their names where Marnie and Justin and both apparently went to the same school I would be attending in the fall.

"So you're from Texas?" Justin asked

"How do the boys look?" Marnie had questioned me.

And the questions went on and on...until on word caught my attention triggering something.a dream or maybe an entire different thing. Staring off into space I remembered a dream I once had at least I hoped it was a dream I believed it happened when I was 3 I heard my mom talking to a man that looked very creepy and unfamiliar to me talking in our garage.

"You stay away from me" My mom said almost both worried and defencive.

"Miss. Blaze you shouldn't be so quick to threaten" The creepy man told my mom.

"That's not my name and we both know you can't touch me." My mom spoke firmly sounding very confident.

"Ahh Right you think that because you married and changed a name I can't find others ways to hurt you Like say your daughter". His face turning into a demonic figure at the last part.

"My baby has nothing to do with this she doesn't have the Ghost Rider in her, she's only 3 years old." My mom was really starting to get mad.

"The rider was passed down to you from your father and know that you're getting older someone will take over if it's your daughter well that's up to you." the creepy man was starting to get my mom both anxious and a mix between hatred and excitement.

"It doesn't matter my father showed me how to control the rider when it first happened and I did it fine I'll show her if it happens how to control the rider also I'm not stupid enough to make a deal with you.'

"What if I could promise you there is no catch only that I don't want the rider to be recreated in no more than a toddler it would how do you say raise suspicions."

"I don't believe you what could you possibly get out of this."

The old man didn't say anything but walked over to my grandfathers bike which he had left in my mom's care while he took my grandmother for their annual trips together. The bike in response made a sudden change and turned on making a protesting sound like it wished it could drive away.

"You're known for tricks now tell me why I don't change and throw you out"

"If you were going to do that you would have."

My mom finally replied through clenched teeth

"What's the deal"

The old creepy man made a strange sound and said "Your daughter will live somewhat a normal life the rider to never appear in day or night but if she is too..ohh say die the rider will be summoned forth and unleashed in return I want the rider back."

"Mommy"I remember walking into the garage rubbing my eyes with my little fingers.

"Allison go back into the house." My Mom talking to me in a command.

When I walked into the garage the old man came up to me and knelt putting his hands on his knees.

"You'll be a pretty little thing won't you."

And that's all I remember. At least all that I could think of.

That was until I let out a cold breath of air.