Brother Of Vengeance

The New Rider

"At last! You are no longer the timid Lincoln Loud. You are my bodyguard, my soldier, my unquestioning slave. You are now my new Ghost Rider!" Mephisto announced.

Ghost Rider growled at Mephisto

He noticed a large speaker next to him (A speaker so large and heavy that only Luna's roadie named Chunk could carry). Ghost Rider quickly gripped the speaker with his fingers and thumb digging into it and tossed the large speaker towards Mephisto as if the heavy weight was no issue.

Before the speaker could crash into Mephisto, the red devil quickly swiped his sharp claws just in time and broke the speaker into pieces.

Using this open window of opportunity, Ghost Rider leaped towards Mephisto and slammed him against the garage door with a loud bang.

Ghost Rider leaned closer to Mephisto to where his skull and the red man's face was only an inch apart.

"I am no one's slave!" Ghost Rider hissed as Mephisto felt the burning heat of hellfire from Ghost Rider's jaws.

Mephisto wore an amused smirk on his face.

"Still as stubborn as ever, eh?" Mephisto asked.

Suddenly, Ghost Rider felt Mephisto's hand grab the front of his skull, blocking his vision. Ghost Rider felt him being slammed on his back onto the hard ground with Mephisto on top of him.

The devil stared down at GR.

"You have yet to regain your full strength. But that doesn't matter as my powers will always surpass your own! Now listen closely boy or whoever else is listening: You Will be mine eventually. You WON'T escape my grasp! You may rebel against me now but all I have to do is wait. You won't escape what I have planned. Not like him! But at the moment, you have a job to do. You are the Spirit of Vengeance, correct?" With that, Mephisto disappeared in a blast of red smoke, leaving only Ghost Rider in the garage.

Growling with anger, Ghost Rider rises from the ground.

He refuses to be a slave to that monster, but GR does agree with one thing that Mephisto said: He is the Spirit of Vengeance, and there are sinful souls that needs burning. All he needs is a means of transportation...

Ghost Rider notices the motorcycle at his side and decided that it was good enough for now.

He walked towards the bike and placed both of his boney hands on it as he let out a growl as hellfire dispersed from his finger tips and onto the bike.

The motorcycle started to change and morph into something unrecognizable as it was before. A steel skull formed in front of the bike with fire flaring out of it's eye holes. The bike had deformed itself into something more dangerous and scary looking, just how Ghost Rider likes it.

As a finishing tough, both wheels of the bike burst into flames.

The motor roared with a distorted sound to it.

Ghost Rider opened the garage door and jumped on the seat and drove out of the garage, onto the driveway, and made a hard left.

All of the knowledge of how to ride a motorcycle professionally from it's previous host made him have no issue of driving off into the night.

Back in the house, Lynn Sr stirred in his bed.

"Mommy...The other kids made fun of my nose..." he said while in deep sleep.

"The filth of the city won't escape my wrath!" Ghost Rider hissed as he drove faster down the street past late night drivers who thought they were seeing things because of the lack of sleep. A homeless person stares in awe as the skull biker rode past him, making the hobo stare at the half empty bottle of beer in his hand and tossing it into the trash, believing that he had enough to drink.