Seattle
April 14th 00:14
Joey belonged to gang called the Black Fangs. He didn't know nor care about the name, only that he got paid to do less than savoury thing to ensure the gangs dominance. He joined last year, after getting kicked out of both college and home, and was approached by one of the leaders of the Black Fangs. He joined after hearing about the money he could make, and didn't care who got hurt in the process.
Now though, he was running for his life, his gang completely massacred at their hideout, with he himself only just escaping It's wrath. It came out of nowhere, and started brutally killing all the gang members it could grab hold of. Knives melted in its body, bullets didn't do any better. Hell, a FUCKING ROCKET LAUNCHER only knocked it down, but it got right back up again while laughing! After he saw that, Joey cut his losses and ran from the hideout, the dying screams of his once fellow gang-mates echoing after him.
He turned into an alleyway and looked behind him, before running headfirst into a wall. Holding his head and standing up, he realised he ran into a dead end. He was about to start back when he heard something behind him. Spinning round, knife in hand, he froze and nearly crapped himself at the sight that greeted him.
It stood there, at the mouth of the alleyway, staring at him. Unmoving, its flames crackling in the silence and producing so much heat that Joey felt like melting even from 20ft away.
In a desperate bid to save his life, Joey dropped the knife and put his hands up. "Alright man, you got me. So just arrest me already 'cause I'm done with this shit!" He pleaded, not knowing it was hopeless. The thing just stared at him with his empty, burning sockets.
"Come on man. Fucking take me in!" Joey panicked, getting more and more nervous. It just stared at him some more. Then, from its hand sprouted a chain, ending in a sharp, wicked looking hook. Joey paled, knowing exactly what it could do with that hook. Slice, Carve, Mutilate. Or just drag unfortunate souls into range so it could tear them apart with its bare hands. This thing had no intention of taking him anywhere. At least, not alive. It started towards him, the asphalt melting with its footsteps.
"The FUCK! Didn't you hear! I surrender!" It kept walking as Joey scrambled away, back pressed against the wall. There was no escape.
"You can't do this. You capes don't kill!" Its response was to grab the chain in its other hand and pull it taught. This also caused the entire chain to catch on fire. The thing stopped less than a foot away from Joey and peered down at him.
"Mercy." He pleaded one last time. He stared into the face of his killer, as it opened its charred, fleshless jaw
"Sorry, all outta mercy."
The last thing Joey saw on this Earth war the burning skull of his murderer.
The next morning, all police could find were the broken, twisted bodies of the gang members. Some missing pieces and others only found as pieces. The only evidence of the killer where scorched marks along the walls, tracks of half melted asphalt and fire that only went out with the morning light.
The police had no real suspects. But everyone knew who did it. The Spirit of Vengeance itself….
The Ghost Rider.