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Breathing through his teeth, Jonah stares down at where Jason lies as the latter looks to find the blade has been stabbed into the ground a foot below his armpit. He looks back up to Jonah, who's shooting at him a glare of pity.
'Why?" Jason asks Jonah, trying to understand why the man that killed his brother didn't kill him, too. 'WHY?!"
"If you think I'm gonna justify your hatred for me..." Jonah starts before he pulls his sword out from the ground. "...then you don't know me at all."
"Look, I'm not gonna ask for your forgiveness." Jonah clarifies. "Because what I did to your brother almost half a decade ago is unforgivable. But, if you keep this up, your vendetta will destroy you from the inside."
Jonah removes his foot from Graves's chest before turning and walking away from him.
"Don't turn your back on me!" Jason demands before charging at him. Before Graves could do anything, Jonah turns and instantly gives him a right cross, knocking him to the ground. Before he could get back up, Jonah has his sword pointed toward his throat, silently demanding him not to move.
"Listen to me." Jonah orders. "Rapunzel is the Lost Princess and Gothel still has her. She needs our help."
"I don't care." Jason lies, more to himself than Jonah.
"Yes, you do! I can see that you do." Jonah shouts, seeing right through Jason's lie. "Your compassion is what makes you different from the likes of Gothel. In fact, it makes you better."
Jason was stunned by what Jonah just said as the latter continues with a sigh, "Look, you have every God-given right to be angry with me, Jason, and I understand your desire for revenge. But that desire is a parasite that feeds on your pain as it clouds your judgment and twists your soul until the only thing you feel anymore, if anything at all, is absolute regret."
Jonah lowers his weapon from Graves's throat before sheathing it as he turns and walks away from him.
At the fifth step, he turns back to Jason and finishes, "Now, I'm going to help my friend. If you wanna help, help. If not..." Jonah begins to transform as his eyes glow a hot yellow light. "... stay the hell out of my way."
Then, the Rider emerges from Jonah's flesh until it's all ash and flakes off his skull like leaves off a tree during autumn as said skull is suddenly wreathed in hellfire. After that, he places his right index finger and thumb into his mouth to let out a sharp calling whistle.
After a minute, his yamaha pops out of the bushes before slowing itself down as it continues toward the Rider until she stops at two feet away. Then, he steps toward his bike until he stands a foot near the left side before reaching for the gas tank.
When his hands make contact with the tank, Ghost Rider roars as hellfire bleeds onto the motorcycle before he takes his hands off the machine before she begins her transformation.
the tailpipes warp into four hissing snakes with their coils curved into an S shape as a wicked and battle worn broadsword appear on each side of the back wheel.
The belly of the bike forms a cloaked figure with his arms crossed while he wears a metallic, beaten and rusty version of a Renaissance Era plague mask and a crown. This figure is apparently the Apocalyptic Horseman Pestilence.
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The Rider's Tangled Journey
FanfictionFor 4 years, Jonah Payne, the Ghost Rider, has been alone, shutting his heart in. Then, one day, he meets an unlikely couple, and everything as he knows it begins to change... But in what way?