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Crossover between F4 and Ghost Rider set after the F4: The Rise of the Silver Surfer and Ghost Rider movie.
Summary: A new Rider is in town of New York. She is more stubborn and hot-headed than Human Torch himself. But unlike him, her powers come from a sinister place and are fuelled by Hell Fire. They thought the world was safe after they defeated Galactus, but it seems that the Silver Surfer left more problems than they can handle. So a secret society sends their hellish helper to aid the Fantastic Four in fixing the problem caused by the wholes in the ground created by the Silver Surfer.
A petrified gargoyle was situated next to a large bookshelf, just in front of a window. The school's library was larger now when it was empty. All Saint's Day has cleared out the school. Students have vacations until the November 2, which means four days more for them to relax. A figure stood beside the petrified gargoyle, very nearly as still and silent. The silence in the library was creepy and completely out of the ordinary.
The figure was watching the bad weather outside and thought about the grey day that has came upon this morning. She was dark haired, clad in lustrous black uniform: black trousers and silky black tunic that was covered with leathery corset and knee-high black boots. She looked more like an soldier than a professor at High university and boarding school.
Her hair was straight and black, tight up in a semi-long pony tail and her skin was the colour of alabaster. She crossed her arms across her breasts as if she was waiting for something. Well, maybe she even was. She was numbly watching the unchanging nature outside.
Maybe she even was waiting for something. A chance to get the hell out of here. The High Council forbid her to leave, due to the complex state of her nature. Understatement of the century.
Her memories trailed of to the events of the previous night. She grimly looked at the gloomy rain and tried to suppress the sombre thoughts. Heedless of both the storm and her own precious roots upon the narrow edge, she stood crouched beside the gothic chimney.
Her piercing black eyes were fixed on the teeming streets beneath her. The students were running around the university property unconcerned by the rain which was intensely pouring down. She was bored that gloomy night so she went for a walk. She doesn't remember how did she exactly ended up right here, on the top of the university's roof.
Her thoughts violently snapped back to reality as she sensed that she's not alone anymore. A black mist revealed a dark haired man with enigmatic look in his black eyes. He wore similar uniform: he didn't had a corset. His facial features remarkably resembled to hers. Even their eyes had a striking similar looks.
"What are you doing?" he asked her with plain expression.
He had charming British accent and sounded a bit more annoyed than usual. Siblings are suppose to sound annoying, right?
"I'm standing here and watching as this blurry day passes by." She didn't even gave him a look.
"Oh I see. You are in a mood." He leaned on a mahogany desk.
His eyes was searching for hers, but she didn't even want to turn around.
"What does that mean?" she asked with a snarky remark in her words.
"Nothing. What?" he had a sarcastic tone in his voice.
"Stop be so annoying!" she snapped back at him like an angry dragoness and he gave her a wondering look.
What could have got her in this foul mood?
"Did something happened?" he asked her carefully, somewhat scared of her reaction.
He could sense the angry and bitter feeling that was floating thru her mind at this moment. Though he could sense her feelings, her mind was completely closed to him. It was like an adamant wall was built in her mind. He was curious of what might have caused it to raise. That familiar fire burnt around her and this past months she smelt more and more sulphuric.
"No. Why? Should have something happen?"
"You sound so... well, more disturbed then usually."
"Why are you here?" she asked him numbly.
"Professor Reiss is taking us to see the excavation of the Lord's William the Nightmare tomb. He thought that you might be interested. He is aware that that is the area of your interest." He gave her yet another enigmatic look.
"I'm not in the mood for stone-observation with the rest of the class. I prefer staying her and relaxing. This afternoon I have a meting with the High Council again. Something is going on."
Dark haired man nod his head and seconds later, he vanished in thin air leaving just a black mist. A another second later, there was no black mist.
The rain started again and her memories drifted away again.
"Care to enlighten me on the reason for this meeting?" dark haired female stood in front of seven old men.
All of them were practically old as time itself. They were in charge of everything that is happening on this planet so if they summoned her here, then there is something going on. Possibly bad things. Really bad things.
"Sariel… We have a mission for you." The old man in the middle spoke to her in mild voice.
The table they were sited around was big and shaped in some weird half moon. The whole room was covered in darkness beside two great candles that burnt on the walls, giving enough light to see the table. But she didn't have problems with seeing in dark. It was one of her special skills. At the close inspection of the seven present people, only one dared to look her straight in the eyes. Yes, he was brave enough.
"Alright." She spoke calmly expertly hiding the growing enthusiasm.
Oh, the possibility of getting out of this prison. What a joyful perspective. The only catch is what kind of a mission are they sending her on?
"Your destination is New York. A new threat is upon us and after the last time, we cannot afford another chaos like that was." The middle man still was the one speaking to her.
"What is going on?" her deeper voice reverberated through the room as three men of the council sighed.
"The world is coming to an end." The middle one spoke and shook his head in frustration. "Again."
"Oh…" understanding showed on her face as she sighed along with them. "Well, nothing we hadn't been through before. No worry."
It was actually stupid. How many bloody times can this world be in trouble? Way too many, perhaps?
"What are we up against?" she asked them.
"Against an intergalactic herald of an enormous cloud-like creature named Galactus." The middle one answered and she just blinked.
"An intergalactic herald of an enormous cloud-like creature named Galactus?" she said it in the most blatant tone of voice.
Now say that three times really fast. This is confusing. Hold on.
"But what the hell am I suppose to do??"
"Keep the situation under control, meaning keeping all of this under the radar."
What radar?? If she remembers correctly, and she does since she heard about the Galactus incident way too many times, the last incident reverberated through the planet media faster than any aerial transmitted virus. How couldn't it? There was a giant cloud-like thing right atop Shanghai. Who could have missed it?? This is ridiculous.
"This is not my area of expertise. Intergalactic issues have nothing to with my abilities…"
She didn't want to go on this mission anymore. And hasn't that particular creature been destroyed by the same intergalactic herald?? Obviously it was, since the planet is still whole and spinning and not half eaten. Then what is the problem suddenly?
"The last visit of the said herald disrupted the Earth's energetic field between the plains. The demonic activity has been risen to the alarming level and we need to take it under control. And since you are… Well, what you are, you can do it."
Her black eyes widened as she watched the council members. They were bloody serious with this. they actually meant to send her on this mission. Oh, bugger.
"This is so stupid." She sighed, her lips twitching.
"You wont do this alone. You will have some help from the specialist from this field." Suddenly a man from the left end of the table spoke to her.
He was the one who was brave enough to look in her black eyes. She hoped it wouldn't have to come to this. The sinister smile on the man's face made her frown inwardly.
"Who will help me?" she just had to ask, but by the time the question came, she knew she was right on the highway to hell.
Johnny Storm eyed the growing crowd as his dead friend Ben came slowly toward him making the crowd split like the Red sea. His royal grumpiness just had to ruin his evening with another mission Reed sent them on. The happily married couple was on their well earned honeymoon, but Reed still found enough time to make Johnny's life miserable with missions. Sue probably didn't even know that her dear hubbie kept track on the ever flowing atmosphere around the stupid planet. And of course, if you look for something hard enough, you will eventually find something.
"Tinkerbell. There you are." Ben greeted him with a snarl as he approached his table.
The orange stony man sat opposite of him and eyed the youngster with annoyed glance. Johnny was pretty sure that Ben isn't thrilled with this mission either. Must have been on a date with Alicia or something.
"I have been looking for you in a while. We have to go to some warehouse and check out something. Reed didn't specify what because I don't think he had the time. I heard Sue yelling in the background."
"Great." Johnny mumbled. "What a way to ruin my evening."
"And my! What is this depressed anonymous?? Get your as up and lets go. I can still return to finish the movie if you just cooperate with me!" Ben grumbled at him, raising from the chair.
"Fine!" Johnny yelled back.
Ben looked at him with suspicious glare. Since when do Johnny "Human Torch" Storm goes down without a lovely temper tantrum? Ben shrugged coming to the conclusion that this will have to wait for later. Alicia is waiting for him and they will have to check this out pretty quickly.
Johnny raised from his chair and finished his Scotch. He turned toward the exit when he spotted a dark haired girl sitting at the bar, dressed all in black. And at that exact moment she chosed to turn around and he was met with two black eyes starring directly at him. He stood and just stared back, not able to look away. There was something about her that made him shiver all over. And not so much in a good way. Something creepy and scary yet so perfectly beautiful. Her black glossy hair fell in waves in complete contrast to her pale skin. She did not just look out of the place, but out of the planet.
"Oi, Sparky… Attention refocusing." Suddenly the stare was broken because a giant orange and stony hand came into his sight.
Johnny showed his hand away abruptly, but she wasn't there anymore. The chair was empty and she was nowhere to be seen in the crowd.
"We have to go. What's wrong? You look like you saw a ghost."
"I think I actually did." Johnny said deadpanned.
"Right! There are no such things as ghosts." Ben smacked him on the shoulder and hauled him out of the club.
The change overcame her as soon as she stepped in the back alley of some club. The moment she stepped on the cold breeze, her skin began to tingle with little sparks. Her body became wormer by the second as she let the force of her curse overpower her. It hurt a lot less if she just let it go and not fight against it.
The feverish inferno burned within her, but it was so much different from her father's. She is a hybrid, carrying only half of his human genome. The other half, much stronger one was vampire from her mother. But her father's curse was in her blood thanks to him. The words of her mother still rang in her head every time she changed. She just had to ask her mother who her father is.
Your father isn't vampire. You already know that, my child…
Then who the hell is…?
Her skin started burning in orange flame. She gaped at her hands. They were enveloped in fury of flames in matter of seconds. After the initial shock of her first transformation, this was nothing.
Funny you said hell…
Oh, please don't tell me… My father isn't Lucifer…
No, not him… Don't worry…
She felt her hair waving around her and yet there was no wind to blow it. The hair soon ignited like burning parchment, but it didn't burn out. It remained burning, making her look like a Medusa with fiery snakes on her head. Soon, her face ignited also and for a few seconds, the only thing she could see were inferno flames.
Okay… You are not helpful…
He isn't the lord of Hell…
Oh, no… Not some mangy lackey…
Her clothes remained flame free, but unlike her father, her skin was there. No bony fingers at the end of the sleeves. No white skull. She felt the fangs in her mouth grow bigger and sharper and her once just black iris, now became obsidian whole in her sockets burning with Hell fire.
Actually his newest bounty hunter…
WHAT…??
The change was complete. The strong and blazing creature stood at the middle of the alley, scorching the ground underneath her feet. It burnt from the heat and melted. The blazing creature raised her hands and looked at the Hell fire raging on her skin. A sinister smirk played on her blazing lips. Mephistopheles was right. The Rider shall ride again.
Yes, dear child… Your father is Johnny Blaze.
A/N: This idea came to me while I was watching Ghost Rider the movie. Just a silly idea of what might happen when Human Torch and Ghost Rider clash their powers.My Friend actually said it would be a cool idea to write this down and share with you... so... Please. Tell me if you liked it or hated it.. I you even want an update.
Thanks for reading…