Disclaimer: I don't own any of the franchises here. I do own this story. Supernatural, action, adventure, and of course some romance. Enjoy this part and tell me what you think of it. No, I won't spoil anything yet, although I like to give out hints. Again, enjoy and let me know if it is any good.
Prologue: The Calm before the StormViridian Forest.
It was as peaceful as it ever was. The sun was setting behind the mountains, giving the surroundings an orange glow in the process. The wind made the leaves rustle ever so slightly, and a few Pokémon ran through the trees.
Nobody would have noticed the figure on a motorcycle, standing on a cliff, overlooking the forest. No, not the forest. Something within the forest. A building almost obscured from view. Almost. From the cliff, it could be seen. Only if you knew where to look. Away from prying eyes. Almost away.
The figure kept staring. The sun continued to set, making the environment darker with each passing moment. It didn't bother him. He sat on his motorcycle, as if waiting for something. But he only watched. He didn't pay attention to the sounds from the forest. The Pokémon where only doing their usual things. Hunting, playing… the usual, like mentioned.
He kept staring. One of his black-leathered gloves touched the chain he had with him, slung over his left shoulder, going over his body to the lower waist twice, to make sure it was in place. It always was. Just like the lever-action, Model 1887 Winchester shotgun on his back. He had all the tools he needed, save for one. But that would come soon enough.
He thought back to the point of how it all had come to this. One of his best friends, his first love, turned enemy. One of his enemies, turned ally. He smiled and sighed inwardly. A lot had changed. His friends kept supporting him nonetheless. He thought they wouldn't, but they did. He sighed again. A lot had changed indeed. All when he did what he thought was right.
When he made the deal.
To save his friend.
It was in vain. It all went downhill from there. When he realized that he was cursed, betrayed, there was no way back. No longer would he be the determined and excited Trainer he used to be. Not anymore. His dreams… gone. He would never be able to fulfill his greatest dream, to become what he always wanted.
The deal he made, he had to make for what he believed to be right, made sure of that.
The sun was now set almost completely. He grimaced. He knew what would be happening now. Although he was used to it, and he could control it, he let it happen now. When the final rays of the sun disappeared, something awoke inside of him. Again.
His skin on his face started to burn, as if something had been ignited from within his body. The flesh on his face burned away, only to leave a burning skull, ablaze with unholy fire, lighting the surroundings. Within his eyesockets burned a fierce determination.
His bike changed as well. It twisted, turned and transformed to a vehicle that looked like a creation from Hell itself, with wheels burning with the same fire that burned on his skull, and two burning holes that resembled demoneyes on the front.
No, no longer was he the Trainer the world once knew him, or the aspiring Pokémon Master he wanted to be. He had given up that a long time ago. All that mattered was the task only he could complete. And he was intending on doing just that. He revved up his motorcycle, and drove off to his destination, his target. He left a burning trail in his wake.
He had become a rider of the night.
The Devil's bountyhunter.
He had become…
…the Ghost Rider.