Ghost Rider

by JazzParks96

Being a ghost rider is no easy thing, it is hell. It became a little or should I say a lot more bearable when I met Paul. Lets just say that our first meeting was something to remember for a long time.

Ghost Rider

Feeling the heat come over me I stepped on my bike. That bike was special it was not only a black ninja motorcycle but it also transformed into my demon racer. The weels are not tires anymore but circles full of fire leaving a path behind me. Just like my bike my body also transformed , my head is no longer a head but a skull surounded by fire. My hair transformed into a long trail of fire flowing down my back. Climing onto the transformed bike I raced after my demon. I let out a menacing chuckel and thought 'I love my job'.

Chapter 1

I was chasing this demon all the way from california to washinghton DC. At this very moment I am chasing the demon through a dense forest somewhere around Port Angeles. This particular demon was one of the more sadistic one's. He tortures little animals and then eats them. My job as a Ghost Rider is to catch demons that belong in hell but are not there currently. Well that is the official job critiria. But since the person who gave me this curse pissed me off majorly. That person is the devil or Luther as he calls himself. I hunt the devils henchmen instead of the people I am supposed to kill.