My name is Johnny, and I have spent the majority of my life as nothing more than a street thug. That all changed, the day I came face to face with non other than the Ghost Rider.
It had been a typical day of hell raising for my crew and I. We were about to call it a night, when we spoted two gay boys, shamelessly holding hands. Naturally, we could not let such an atrocious act go unpunished. Especially, in what we considered our territory. Without saying a word, our gang of misfits proceeded to decimate these 'fags'.
It wasn't enough to leave them bloody and broken. No, we had to humiliate them in the worst way possible. After, stripping our victims down to nothing. I had two of my 'foot soldiers' position one of the men on their stomach. He must of known what was going to happen, because he began to plead with me.
"NOOO! PLEASE NO ! DON'T DO THIS!"
His pitiful cries for mercy haunt my dreams to this day.
At the time, I felt nothing but disgust towards this poor miserable creature. I mocked him calling him 'princess,' 'bitch,' and every other vile name that came to my depraved mind. I wanted to demasculate him, make him feel less than human. This wasn't about sex it was about power. It was about proving my dominance as a man.
As I was about to enter him, I heard tires screeching and an ungodly chuckle that seemed to come from every direction. Instantly, hell was unleashed upon us. The Ghost Rider emerged with Dante's flames following close behind, as if awaiting to do their master's bidding.
This demon took little time in disposing of my men. Then his attention turned to me. He spoke one word..."guilty".
His eyes glowed red with all the fury of hell. Standing before this faceless man...this living embodiment of death and torment I saw all my sins laid bare. I felt the weight of it crush me, and then there was nothing.
Three weeks later, I awoke to find myself in a strange room, hooked to various machines. The room was frightfully quiet. It was empty with the exception of two chairs near the edge of my bed. It didn't take long for me to decipher that this was a hospital.
Through the staff, I learned that I had not received a single visitor. As for my crew, they were no where to be found. For the first time in my life, I felt truly alone.
After my release, I'd spent the majority of my time wandering the streets of the city. Not much had changed since my absence. Yet, For myself everything had changed. It was as if I was viewing the world though new eyes. Everywhere I looked, my eyes saw the devastation and suffering caused by my cohorts and I. What once delighted me now pained me greatly. It was this pain that resonated in the very fiber of my being, that compelled me to make a sacred promise. Vowing to the heavens and the earth, I promised to make it right.