Rise of the Ghost Rider

by ShadyGotham

Jason Hope makes the fateful mistake of signing a deal with a mysterious man. Now he has lost his soul, and in its place is the dreaded Spirit of Vengeance. Jason must now find the mysterious man and end his curse, but dark forces are on the rise and a impossible choice that could save the world will have to be made.

1. Chapter 1

Rise of the Ghost Rider

By: ShadyGotham

Prologue

I used to be normal. Like everyone else in the world. I used to get up, go to

Work, pay taxes, and watch television daily just like your average Joe. But that all

Changed the day I met him. The one that all men fear, the one who performed the

Original sin, the one who is composed of pure evil, the one know to mortals as the devil.

It all started a few months ago, it feels like years now. I'll try and tell the story as

Best I can but this thing inside of me wants out. I don't know how much longer I

Can hold it in. Shall we begin…

Chapter 1- Where It Began

The alarm rang a high pitched screech that pierced Jason's ears. He sat up

In his bed and proceeded to turn off the alarm. He then rubbed his eyes and

Looked at the clock, it was 6:00 am. Jason sighed and began to get out of his

Comfortable bed. He wore only a pair of black boxer shorts. Jason slowly walked

Out of his room and towards the bathroom. He began his daily routine of getting

Ready for the day. An hour or so later Jason walked down stairs fully dressed and

Ready to start his day. He wore black combat boots, dark blue jeans, and a black t-shirt.

Jason grabbed his brown leather jacket off a hook on the wall and proceeded to put it on. He then walked into his large garage.

Jason was a motorcycle repair man, and a damn good one at that. Not only did he repair motorcycles, but he collected them as well. Jason's collection had grown so large that he had to build a whole other building to store them in behind his house.

Today wasn't the day to worry about fixing bikes, though. Today Jason would be able to buy a bike he had been chasing since he was a teenager. Now in his mid-30's he finally had the chance to own the Von Dutch XAVW. This bike was the holy grail of bikes. Only one was ever made and now Jason was going to have it.

The man who was willing to sell him the bike actually called him. Jason found this strange at first, but once he realized the man was serious he gave him the address to his shop and told him to bring the bike over.

Jason opened up the large door to his garage and began to anxiously await the arrival of the bike. Soon a black van came driving down Jason's long dirt road. Jason's repair shop sat just outside of Pitrock, California. Pitrock was a small town with some not so friendly people. It wasn't the kind of place you bring your family to live, but Jason had many customers here due to the large amount of biker gangs in the area.

The van backed up to the garage and stopped just before the door. Jason walked up once the van's engine shut off. A unique looking man stepped out of the vehicle. Jason was surprised, he didn't think the owner of the XAVW would look how he did. He was dressed in all black from head to toe. His long trench coat was an unusual choice for the hot summer weather. He also wore dark sunglasses that hid his eyes from view and an old fedora. Jason also noticed the odd cane the man held in his left hand. It had depictions of skulls carved into its wood.

As Jason approached the man he began to notice how old he looked. He had to be somewhere in his 80s at least. "Are you Jason Hope?" the man asked in raspy voice. "I am, and you must be the owner of the XAVW?" Jason asked. The man grinned and said "I certainly am." "Well can we open up the back of your van and take a look at her?" Jason asked, a little creeped out by the old man. "Of course, of course." The old man said. Jason followed the man to the back of the van.

The old man then unlocked the doors and opened them up. Jason's eyes went wide as he gazed upon the XAVW. "Wow, she's beautiful!" Jason exclaimed. "She sure is." The man said. "She's even got the VW engine." Jason said. "Of course she does, she wouldn't be the XAVW if she didn't." The old man retorted. "All right so how much do you want for her?" Jason asked, ready to haggle with the man. "Oh I don't want any money." The old man said. "You don't?" Jason said, surprised. "Nope. All you got to do to get this bike is to sign this contract." The old man said.

Jason was so overjoyed to basically get the bike for free that he didn't even bother to read over the paper the man handed him. He grabbed a pen off one of his work benches and began to sign the paper. As he was signing his name he felt a small prick on his hand. Jason looked over and saw blood pouring from the palm of his right hand.

The blood dripped over his signature and stained the contract. "Oh that will do." The old man said. Jason didn't even notice him take the paper away. He was still trying to figure out how he cut himself. Suddenly he heard the Van start up. As he turned he saw the van was gone and in its place sat the XAVW.

Jason walked over to the bike and smiled. "I finally got you." He said as he squatted down to get a closer look at the bike.