The Son of Ghost Rider

One Year Later

So I ran away from my friends, and my uncle. But to be honest that was for their own good. When I attacked the Devil I pretty much painted a target on my back, so I did what was best for everyone and ran far away from them.

I now live in Ireland, some town called Strabane. It's small and definitely not that special which is good for me cause it means that I won't draw attention to myself.

I woke up on a dull rainy Saturday morning and rolled out of bed pulling on my customary leather jacket and gloves. After a breakfast of cereal, I went to work. By the way I work in a garage.

I pulled up to the garage, as normal on my Harley Davidson and began working on an old car for some rich guy called Phil Coulson. He was one of the regulars. I just finished the car when he showed up.

"Ah mister Blaze Lola looks better than ever," said Coulson with a grin. "No problem mister Coulson," I replied.

The voice of the rider spoke to me, "He isn't who he says he is, run before anything happens!" I looked at Coulson he was examining the car. I turned my back on him. "Listen rider, I am not gonna run cause you have a hunch okay," I whispered. The riders' voice sounded again, "WATCH OUT!" But too late, something hit me on the back of the head and I was out cold.

"Coulson seriously you could have asked him to come."

"Sorry sir, I wasn't sure he would comply," answered Coulson.

"How is he gonna trust us now?" asked the voice.

I woke up on top of a bed in what looked like a prison cell, my head was throbbing. I looked at the door there was a little window open in it, through which the peoples voices came. I was determined not to stay here.

My flesh started burning up as I transformed into the Ghost Rider. The riders' guiding voice spoke to me, "I sense good and honor here, we are in no immediate danger." The door burst open and standing in the doorway was Nick Fury.

"Calm down kid," said Fury cautiously. I wasn't sure what was going on but I didn't change back, when I spoke it was in the rider's deep, growl, "What do you want Fury?"

Fury threw down a file on the floor, it opened. Inside was a photo of Steve Rogers cut cleanly in half. "The avengers are being targeted by a shadow demon called Narcos, we want you to track him," said Fury sadly.

I kicked the file away. Fury looked crestfallen. I don't know exactly why, but I ended up saying, "I'll help you this once, after that I'm done."

Fury sighed and gestured to the door, "You have the run of this place from now on by the way." As soon as Fury closed the door I transformed back into my human form and sat on the bed reading the file. This was seriously messed up. Captain America, Thor, Vision, Ms Marvel, War machine and even Hulk were all dead.

"We've got some work to do buddy," I say to the rider. "No kidding," growls the rider in response.