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This story just came to me when I was listening to a song called I Want You by Faith Hill. Here it is! My Ghostrider FanFic. Read it and leave a review. Anonymous reviews are allowed for those who are too lazy to sign in or don't have an account.

The Devil's Bounty Hunter

Prologue

You all know about the Ghostrider, right? He's the devil's bounty hunter. Eventually he died, leaving the devil without a servant. He instantly started his search for the new one. That's where I come in.

Let me clear a few things up first though. No, I can't turn into a skeleton. No, I can't control fire. And No, I don't get an awesome motorcycle or horse to travel around on. The only thing he gave me was a contract to sign, a glove, and a warning… 'Don't die,' he said with that creepy little smile he always has on his face. I shiver at the thought. Oh, and here's my favorite misconception. The Ghostrider is immortal. His immortality can only be taken away by the Devil himself, or by an angel.

How did the old Ghostrider die? He disobeyed the devil and got his immortality taken away temporarily as punishment. The genius then got shot by some guy whose soul he was supposed to take.

Shortly after that happened, I met the bastard that gave me eternity to rot from the inside. I should have known better than to trust the guy, but…I did anyway. That day, time stopped for me.

"Mom. Are you feeling any better?" My mother didn't answer. She sat quietly in her hospital bed. Her face was devoid of all emotion. She watched the white sheets with a distant look in her eyes. There was no way to tell how she was doing or what she was thinking or even if she was thinking. She had been like this since she found out that she had breast cancer. Alone that wouldn't have been a problem, but my dad died a year ago. We only had each other now.

"Do you want me to get you anything?" Still no answer. "I have a test tomorrow so I have to go study for it, okay? I'll be back tomorrow evening and have dinner with you." Having said this I picked up my backpack and slung it over my shoulders. On my way out I picked up my hat which I had placed on the doorknob. I turned back to look at my mom. Her dark brown hair covered part of her face. "I love you mom." I reluctantly left the hospital thinking that I could study by her, but I know that I wouldn't have been able to concentrate.

I took my usual route home. I only lived two miles away so it wasn't a tough trek. I decided to take a shortcut through a back street that lead straight to my house. The road was normally crowded, but nobody was there today. At first I thought it was strange, but I just wanted to get home as fast as I could. It was winter. Cold outside and wearing my school uniform wasn't helping. I hate skirts.

The sun set a little earlier than it had the previous day so I decided to cut through the middle of the park. As I walked down the path the lights began to flicker. I figured that there was a power shortage and shrugged it off. Then I saw him. Just a shadow in the distance, but he slowly approached me. I kept my head down as I passed him.

"Did you have a rough day," he asked.

I froze in place. I hadn't expected him to say anything. I turned to face him. He had short white hair and dark black eyes. "I guess you could say that," I answered quietly.

"Is your mom getting any better," he asked sympathetically.

I shook my head. Than something hit me like a brick. "How do you know about my mom?"

"Oh, I know a lot more than that. You live alone in an apartment you are supposed to share with your mother on 296th street. Your father died a year ago so you work part time at a store called Publix. You also visit your mother at the hospital every day."

At first I was speechless. "Stalker," I finally managed to call him.

He made a tsking sound and looked at me with an odd shine in his eyes. "I'm not stalking you. I simply wanted to know what I was dealing with when I made my proposition to you."

"Proposition?"

"I can cure your mother and return her to the way she was before. But in return, when she dies, you will have to do something for me."

"Of course. A catch. And what exactly do I have to do for you?"

"You will become my bounty hunter."

"You're asking a fifteen year old girl to be a bounty hunter for you?"

"More or less." He pulled a sheet of paper out of his trench coat and held it in front of her. "All you have to do is sign this contract and your mom will be back to her normal self."

"Really," I said skeptically. "That's hard to believe." I reached out for the contract and held it open in front of me to read it. I felt something prick my finger and a drop of blood fell on it.

"That's perfect," he said as he snatched the parchment away from me. "I'll be seeing you again soon."

The lights in the lamp glowed brightly and I covered my eyes. When I opened them, the stranger was gone. If it lets my mom smile again…it is worth it, I thought as I walked home.

The next morning I was woken up by my door slamming open. "Ceri," I heard a woman shout. The way it was said made her think it was her mom. "Ceridwin Annabell Anker!" It was my mom yelling. But that can't be possible, I thought.

I walked into the kitchen and saw my mom happily singing, cooking and dancing like she used to. She had her hair tied up neatly in a bun…like she used to. My jaw dropped down to the floor. Can this be for real? "Mom," I said in surprise.

"There you are Ceri. The craziest thing happened last night. I went in to get my x-rays before you came and when the doctors examined them last night, the breast cancer was gone. They don't know how or why, but it was gone. Isn't that amazing," she asked excitedly.

"Yeah," I said. I almost couldn't say it. I wasn't able to breathe properly. "So…So you are cured now?"

"Yup. They let me out this morning."

"Mom! This is incredible," I shouted as I hugged her. There was a voice nagging in the back of my head, but I completely ignored it. My mom was back to her old self. It was time to celebrate. "You rest here for a little while mom. I'll go get us some daiquiri mix from the seven eleven down the street."

"Oh, no you don't. I've been in a bed resting for a year now. I'm coming with you."

"That's fine by me."

As me and my mom walked to the store I noticed that she no longer had bags under her eyes and the gray that had grown in her hair over the past year had disappeared. She looked exactly like she had. I thought last night may have been a dream, but I was starting to think that it really did happen. That's good, but that's also bad. If that really did happen than I am a future bounty hunter. I sighed heavily.

"What's wrong? I get out of the hospital this morning and you are tired of me already," she questioned.

"It's not that mom. I just didn't study very well for my test today. I had a lot on my mind."

"I'll call you in sick today. We can play hooky." She smiled with that big toothy smile of hers and hit the button for the crosswalk to change. The light turned red and the sign said walk.

Suddenly I was frozen and couldn't move. I could hear a car speeding up and switching into the lane my mom was walking in. I wanted to shout, but when I opened my mouth no sound came out. The car sped by in an instant, leaving a bloody body in its wake.

She was gone. My light, my caretaker, the person I loved with my entire being was gone in a single moment. I guess all good things come to an end. I stood on the corner of the street. Everybody around me rushed over to my mother, but I already knew she was dead. I got scared because people started to scream and yell. That little voice in the back of my head rang loud and clear. It told me to run…and I did.

I collapsed on the ground after finding a sufficiently dark alley I could hide in. The clouds that I hadn't even noticed earlier ripped open and it began pouring rain. I sat up partially and leaned against the wall. I pulled my legs in close to my chest and buried my face in my knees.

"Ceri did a bad, bad thing," a boy said.

I looked up, somewhat afraid of what I was going to see. It was just a boy. He looked no older than me. He had a white toga on, like a roman and his hair was pale blonde. "What do you know," I muttered.

"I know, you made a deal with the devil and I know I have to take you away before he comes to collect."

"Collect what?"

"You. Didn't you read the contract he gave you?"

"No. He kinda took it away after it pricked my finger. And judging by that look on your face, that isn't a good thing."

The boy sighed. "No, it isn't."

"Who are you anyway?"

"I am the angel Rhamiel and I am here to escort you to Limbo," the angel said while bowing, showing me his wings.

"You want to take me to a dance?"

"No," he laughed. "Limbo is the land between earth and hell."

"That sounds nice," I said sarcastically.

"Better than staying here for eternity." He stretched out his hand.

I stretched out my hand slowly. The little voice in the back of my head suddenly roared and I clasped my hands over my ears. I closed my eyes for a minute and when I reopened them, the man from the park was standing at the alley's entrance. He seemed to be muttering something in latin.

He stopped muttering and said, "You are too late, Rhamiel. Ceri has become my latest immortal demon."

"Beelzebub!"

"I prefer Lucifer. It is a much more dignified name."

Rhamiel had a strange look on his face and crouched down next to me. Without warning he kissed me. I felt my face turn red.

Lucifer sighed and walked closer to the pair.

Rhamiel pulled away and said, "She was immortal."

"Pfft. This mortality will only last a week. She'll be back to her immortal self soon enough," Lucifer scoffed.

I know I had a confused face. I was confused. "What the heck is going on? Immorality, a kiss, mortal, a week? I'm confused. Would one of you please explain this to me?"

Rhamiel smiled and winked before he flew off into the sky. Well, he's a great help, I thought.

Lucifer stepped toward me and pulled me up to my feet. "You are an immortal demon. You are me bounty hunter, also known as the Ghostrider."

"So I turn into a skull thing…do I get a cool motorcycle?"

The man laughed at me. "You have seen that movie too many times. None of it is true. From now on you won't age and you can't be killed." He looked over me. "Well, right now, you can."

"Why only now?"

"Because that angel stripped away your immortality."

I made a face. "How did he do that?"

"Angels can take away your immortality with a simple thing called a kiss."

"Well, that stinks."

"Yes. I can also strip you of your immortality."

"Why would you do that?"

"If you ignore my orders or if I no longer need you. This reason is my favorite, if I find someone who can do your job better than you."

"Let me get this straight. You are giving a fifteen year old girl immortality to be your bounty hunter because you haven't found anybody else that is good enough to beat me."

"That is correct."

"Right. Somehow I find that hard to believe."

"Well, they have to have the right type of soul too."

"The right type of soul?"

"You don't need to worry about something as silly as that."

"Oh, yeah. Why would I worry about having a soul that allows me to become the devil's bounty hunter? That's not very unusual," I said sarcastically.

"That's the spirit," he cheered. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a glove. "This is for you."

I took the glove and put it on my right hand. At first it was a little big, but then it shrunk and fit perfectly. "What's this for?"

"It's so that you can take the souls of those who have done evil deeds in their life. Since you are mortal for the week, I will give you easy jobs."

"How do I use it?"

"First you have to weaken them in a fight. Then you just take their souls."

"How do I 'just take their souls'?"

"You'll have the knowledge when it is needed." He walked out of the alley and disappeared.

"Okay. That wasn't very helpful."

"By the way," he said as he peeked around the corner. "Don't die," he said with a creepy little smile.

And that is how it happened. I became the Ghostrider. Twenty years have passed since that day. I've gotten used to being immortal and using the glove he gave me. It's actually more useful then he made it sound. The weirdest thing about it is that it changes color every now and again. When I first got it, it was black. Now it is light purple on some of it and dark purple on other parts of it. It was dark blue for about a year. I have no idea what it means though. I'm sure I'll figure it out eventually.

I'm out on my latest job now. I have to hunt down some guys in a gang. This is an easy job for me at my current level and shouldn't take more than two days. However, it is in the South and that makes things more dangerous. They always have the latest most powerful guns. I may be immortal, but it still hurts like hell to be shot by one of those bastards.

A/N: That will be the end of the prologue. Next up is the real story. Leave a review if you want to know what happens. ;p