It's said that the West
was built on legends.
Tall tales that help us
make sense of things too great...or too terrifying to believe.
This is the legend of the Ghost Rider.
Story goes that
every generation has one.
Some damned soul,
cursed to ride the earth...
...collecting on the devil's deals.
It was predicted long ago there would be one rider who would be defined as the all tamite sacrifice.
On Midnight of the day Blackheart was sent to Hell the born rider born on the night he rose will be sacrificed in San Vaganza and a dagger struck in her heart will mark death and the growing strength of the prince of Hell, and when the riders blood stops flowing the Demon Blackheart will be at his most strength no one has ever seen."
That was my story at least Allison Blazes to everyone she's dead but I and a few others know the truth is I'm her or atleast who she used to be. After the events that killed me I left my some called family adopting a new personia Blaze Simpson. Not that creative I know if you thought that was pathetic you should see what I've become.
"Blaze hurry up." I hear the manager call me from the back.
As I walk back from the front I walk past an old guy who thinks it's smart to pinch my ass i desperately want to turn around and burn his soul but I've already been in trouble 4 times this week and my boss warned me another strike and I would be job less not like it would be much of a loss.
I worked at this Crappy little resturant in Mississippi for the last 3 years ever since I've left California. This Crappy little place it smells and the pay sucks and the food also tastes like crap but it's the closest thing I got to normal when I first came here I was 16 scared and had nothing but the cloths on my back. The owners were kind enough to give me shelter, feed me and give me a Job though they had enough workers and were struggling to make ends meet shortly after I started working here they had to sell there tiny restaurant but made a deal so that I got a 3 year contract working here so I couldn't be fired but it had expired and the manager Brian had it out to fire me.
Looking back at the old man I sighed keeping the rider under control looking at my hand which was Bonney and giving fire off of it slowly I tightened my hand into a fist and walked towards my now frustrated boss the dick who always tried to get into my pants.