MHA is owned by Kohei Horikoshi and Ghost Rider is owned by Marvel
Alright! HERE IT FUCKIN IS! Dragged my feet with cinderblocks tied to them with this one but this is the chapter that will show The Rider for the first time and I hope it lives up to expectations... I doubt it will reach all of them but a guy can dream, also if any of you have taken a look at the older version of this story on Wattpad you'll know how short it was, I'm happy with how much I expanded this chapter. Anyways thank you for tuning in and I hope you enjoy.
-OtherwiseR00K
Three months. Izuku was running out of time, he had to get out of Mustufa in the next few weeks or it'd experience a rather searing heatwave. Izuku was lucky that the triplets were starting U.A soon so he was able to drive them to their first day as he wanted but would have to sacrifice it being every day, as their first week was when he'd be leaving.
"YOUR WHAT!?" Izumi reacted about as he expected. Inko and Hisashi looked absolutely torn up and Izuka and Izuki had tears in their eyes.
"Not like that!" Izuku quickly said, "I mean I'm going for a drive across Japan, to explore the place, ok." They still stared at him, obviously demanding an explanation, Izuku groaned, "Look back in the U.S, I'd do these little trips across the country. I always did these every few months and I enjoyed them. The point of it originally was to get away from my problems for a week but after a while, I just kept doing them until I did them every three months."
Izuku stopped to let his words sink in, Inko and Hisashi looked less torn and more in thought, the triplets were still staring at him but a glimmer of understanding in their eyes told him he was on the right track, "It's become a tradition for me to do these types of drive, I'd be gone for a week maybe two and that's it. Plus I've been itching to explore Japan for a while and this just happens to coincide."
He watched his family's reactions and saw a blanket of understanding place itself in their eyes. Izuki was the first to speak up, "So you'll be back?"
"Yes, I'll be gone for a week, two tops," Izuku said, Izuki nodded and looked at her sisters.
Izumi still looked somewhat frustrated and Izuka wore a mask of indifference though it didn't hide the turmoil of thought her eyes showed, "You have to promise."
Izuku looked at Izumi, finally saying something. Izuku raised a hand, "I promise I will come back within the allotted time frame." Izumi nodded her head.
"You'll call as well right?" Izuka asked.
Izuku froze and could only think of one word, Shit.
/-/
Getting his family off his back, Izuku went about the rest of the week rather well. Izuku wouldn't do much around the apartment and would usually be out walking or driving, he also rediscovered his favorite noodle shop. The owners recognized him and welcomed him with open arms, he'd be sure to go there when possible.
The triplets also started their high school careers at U.A and he made sure to drive them there their first day. The day went by pretty slowly and when he came to pick them up they told him all about their day, though Izuki's day seemed far tamer compared to Izumi's and Izuka's.
Their homeroom teacher Shota Aizawa, he felt he recognized that name, was a real slave driver. The day consisted of the entire class doing a quirk apprehension test and apparently, he had threatened the whole class with expulsion, Izuki was listening intently and Izuku was more focused on the road but still listened.
Izuku couldn't really fault the guys' method, it may seem cruel to them but that was because the horror of the world hadn't truly sunk into their minds and he knew it wouldn't take that long for that to happen.
He was surprised to hear that it was a ruse to get everyone to do their best. He was sure the story would've ended with at least one of them getting the boot, maybe the invisible girl Izumi mentioned. Izuki's day resembled his first day the most, an orientation with the principal giving a speech and learning about their classes.
Her day consisted of the teacher Sekijiro Kan explaining their schedules and what they could expect from the hero course. Izuku felt her class would be a very textbook one compared to Izuka's and Izumi's so she may not be exposed to the evils just yet. He'd take the win.
The rest of the day had been quiet and night soon came, he made sure to tell his family when he was leaving and the triplets made sure to hug him and threaten to hunt him if he wasn't back in two weeks.
Izuku had currently been driving for several hours and had finally gotten close enough to feel the pulse he had made sure to place on the Rig. The pulse was a sharp feeling of heat, he wasn't affected but he could still sense it. He could also feel the scratching that had finally made itself known, it was faint very faint as if he were listening to something being scratched at behind something.
He knew it wouldn't be long now as he turned off the road and into the trees. Izuku made sure the Plymouth was deep enough to where no one would see it and then he shut the engine off and got out. Usually, Izuku would take the Plymouth to the Rig as well but it was too late for him to use his powers without setting IT loose.
He pats the hood of the car in a manner that would assume he was patting a child, and with that, he set off deeper into the woods leaving the Plymouth behind.
/-/
The trek into the forest was peaceful, it almost made him forget why he was there. Izuku shook his head as a scratching noise made it to his ears but quickened his pace anyway. Izuku had gotten halfway to his destination when he smelled something only described as sulfur and ash, he immediately knew what that meant and brought up his hand. Izuku stared at his ash-ridden fingers, and how the ash would blow away revealing the skeleton beneath.
Five years ago Izuku would've freaked out seeing this, now it just meant he was running out of time.
Izuku eventually made it to a clearing, and almost sighed with relief seeing the Rig parked there. The Rig was an older semi-truck, he didn't actually know how old as the previous owner had only mentioned it was nearly eighty years old when he got it so he just assumed it was made in the late 21st century.
Izuku stumbled toward the trailer doors, he grabbed the bolt keeping it closed, and slid it out. Izuku heaved the doors open before climbing in. The front of the trailer had a line of heavy-duty straps on the wall, and hooks on the floor several feet away from each other. The middle looked like a small workbench, wrenches, screwdrivers, and several others put in drawers on one wall, and parallel to that a small armory of weapons.
Izuku wasn't interested in those however as he shuffled toward the far back of the trailer.
Izuku made a b-line straight for an old and dismantled bike, the Armstrong MT500. Izuku finally can't take it and collapses a few steps from the bike, his pores leaking dark smoke. He crawls towards the bike and drags the leather jacket draped over it closer to him, "Hehe… well I guess it's.. Hehe.. your show now." Izuku smiles crazily as flames begin piercing his temple, "Just do me.. Hehe a favor stay out of Mustafu." Izuku says, as his jaw burns away to the bone beneath.
Izuku twitched as he just began to laugh, this was the transition between 'drivers'. Izuku was consumed by the black smoke and his laugh slowly died out. Silence reigned for a moment before movement caused the smoke to shift, an orange glow pierced the smoke as it slowly vented out of the trailer through the small openings in the side. A figure walked out of the smoke, its charred black skull and charred jacket making it look menacing. The Rider was here and it wouldn't be showing mercy.
/-/
The party was regal and proper. Koichi felt as out of place as a guy could in the tux he wore, it definitely wasn't the many villains surrounding him at the party. Koichi really wanted to tear the suit off and take these villains to one-way 'Beatdown street' but held back on the impulse for the mission.
Koichi Haimawari, AKA The Crawler, was gliding through the crowd. His thoughts kept crawling back to the villain he was here to take down and the impact it would have on the Naruhata ward. He finally made it to a table and looked at his partner in Vigilantism, Knuckleduster.
Knuckleduster wasn't wearing his normal attire but instead a cleanly pressed black tux, his mask being tucked and folded into his breast pocket. He leaned on a wooden cane in his left hand, an injury from a while back and age catching up to him having messed up his leg a bit.
Koichi grabbed a glass from the table and took a small sip, "Have you seen the target?"
Knuckleduster didn't answer verbally but motioned to the grand staircase. Koichi looked up the steps and found the target, dressed in a snow-white suit with a blood-red tie was the Villain Starstruck.
Starstruck had rolled in a few years ago and quickly took all drug rackets in Tokyo's Naruhata ward. His quirk allowed him to create superheated balls of plasma in his hands, hence the name Starstruck. Recently, rumors had spread that he was supplying Trigger to a Yakuza group in the area though the rumors were debated on which one.
Koichi looked at Knuckleduster and nodded at him, he nodded back and walked away. Koichi walked back through the crowd and towards a balcony, he entered the cold night, the breeze somewhat ruffling his hair. Koichi stood and soaked the night in, he always loved the coolness of night no matter what people said. Cold is superior to Heat.
Koichi looked around to make sure no one could see him. After making sure no one would see him he walked to the wall and put his hands on them, he activated his quirk and scaled the wall easily.
Koichi eventually reached an open window and climbed inside, he looked around at the crates and boxes littering the place. Koichi walked through the attic and eventually heard voices, he ducked behind a box to listen to two guards talking to each other, "-that's what I'm saying, the shipment was attacked." the left guard said.
"How? That shipment was kept secret from the heroes, our police contacts made sure of that." the right guard said.
"I don't know man, all I know is the boss is gonna be pissed when he hears about this and we're probably gonna have a need for a few new paid officers."
Koichi had been confused when he heard this, he thought the shipment was next week but also the fact it was attacked meant he and Knuckleduster's job was done for them. He didn't know how to feel about that.
More importantly, he wondered who had gotten to the shipment first. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a loud engine that seemed to get closer. The guards must have heard it too as they tensed and grabbed their walkie-talkies, "Yo, what's that noi-"
He didn't get to finish as an orange light flashed from the street and a loud crash sounded from the ballroom below. Koichi and the guards were caught off guard and Koichi tripped on his feet and alerted the guards to his presence, "Crap." Koichi said.
/-/
Knuckleduster had seen many things in his life, but a skeleton biker with his head on fire took the number two spot. He, like many of the patrons, had heard the growing roar of an engine getting closer. He had glanced up to Starstruck and saw him talking to his personal guards about something, he seemed pretty miffed too.
And then a bright orange flash filled the room and the sound of shattering glass and screams filled his ears, he blinked as his vision came back and narrowed his eyes at the sight in front of him.
An inferno of orange and a white skull, with a leather jacket that seemed to be melting and charred he could've sworn he saw the jacket actually bubble in a few places. The Rider scanned the room, its gaze making everyone shake in fear; a primal instinct to survive flaring.
Finally, its gaze fell on Starstruck and it just stared. Seconds passed and Starstruck grew a spine, "KILL HIM!" he roared, activating his quirk.
Gunfire ripped through the air and Knuckleduster dove behind a table to avoid getting hit. The Rider stood its ground letting the projectiles hit it, a few quills from someone's quirk aimed at its skull melted before they hit their target and through it all the Rider stared. Starstruck charged up a plasma sphere and aimed it towards the Rider, he smirked before chucking it.
The sphere soared towards the Rider, which showed no reaction, it got closer, and closer, and finally, the Rider's hand struck out catching the superheated plasma sphere. Everything went quiet, Knuckleduster looked around at the attendants and guards, all of them gaping at the Rider holding something so hot, it could melt through several inches of thick steel.
The Rider looked at the sphere, tossed it around with its hands, and added its own fire to the sphere. Starstruck started shaking, and the Rider seemed to present the sphere, now blue in color and wisping off in any general direction, "Hehehehe…" The Rider chuckled raspily.
It spun on the ball of its foot and threw the plasma ball back at Starstruck. The ball flew through the air as it left a trail of blue and the floor underneath caught fire, people it passed were set ablaze and screamed in agony as the fire ate away at them. Starstruck attempted to catch the ball but found his hands burning as he reached out, "AHHHHHH!" he screamed before the ball slammed into his chest.
The heat was too much for his body to handle as the flesh, muscle, nerves, and bone all turned to ash. Screams and frantic footfalls towards the doors were the only noises Knuckleduster could hear, he watched the crowd try to leave but was intercepted by the Armstrong moving itself in front of the door, chains oozing from its exhaust pipe and anchoring itself to the wall.
Fire erupted from the floor and flooded the guards, somehow missing Knuckleduster as he stood close to the guards. He reached for his mask and put it on before he moved towards the Rider and got close enough to see it turn its head at him. Knuckleduster raised the cane and swung it hard.
CRACK!
The Rider's head snapped away from Knuckleduster as the cane broke from the force, "Sorry, Matchstick, can't let you kill anymore people!" Knuckleduster yelled.
The Rider looked back at Knucklesuster and its jaw was hanging from one side, the sight made him grin. The Rider grabbed its jaw and snapped it back into place, there went Knuckleduster's smirk. Knuckleduster reared a fist back, but a chain snaked around his forearm and yanked him off the ground.
He struggled as the chains wrapped him up and suspended him above the room. The Rider ignored him in favor of the people trying to leave, it walked forward-
"KNUCKLE STYLE!"
-and was socked across the temple by Koichi, "I won't let you hurt those people!" he exclaimed.
The Rider was sent flying across the hall and directly into the stairs, and a small crater formed behind the Rider's body. A beat passed as the Rider lay there before it slowly got up and stared into the Vigilante's eyes, not without brushing off his shoulder even though the concrete was melted away already. Koichi activated his quirk and sped towards the Rider, holding up his hands, "Shooty g-" Koichi tried to yell, but a hand clamped over his mouth.
Koichi's eyes widened, the Rider had moved so fast he hadn't even seen it move. One moment it's in front of the pillar and the next he's being held off the ground by his jaw. He clawed at the hand to try to get it off, but the Rider's grip was ironclad, "Shut..Up.." The Rider rasped.
Koichi felt cold snakes creep across his chest and was soon pulled out of the Rider's grip and up above the floor, the chains pulled until he was near Knuckleduster. The Rider returned his gaze to the crowd of people all shaking in terror, he walked closer even as the vigilantes tried to get its attention back on them. They were both wasting their time and they weren't drenched in sin, both had what it had considered a hero's soul.
The Rider stopped and gazed over the crowd, singling them out. They continued begging for mercy, squealing like pigs to slaughter. It ignored their pleas as it continued the observation, Greed, Wrath, Sloth, Lust. They were all guilty, everyone in the crowd was a criminal of the worst regard, and no mercy was shed for their victims, so why should it shed any?
The Rider roared fire at the crowd, its jaw opening unnaturally. Screams and cries of the depraved were like a symphony to the Rider, it continued unleashing fire upon the crowd until only the noise of the roaring flames remained.
The Rider clamped its jaw shut and dispelled the fire, ash and some fragments of bone were all that remained. The Rider could sense the dread from its vigilante captives, surprisingly it was more for the victims than themselves.
It put the vigilantes out of its mind as its senses flared. The Rider brought its hand up and rubbed the left palm with its right hand, its head snapped in the direction of the sin. The Armstrong drove up beside the Rider and it hopped on, but before leaving it unraveled the chains keeping the vigilantes bound, and sped off back out the hole it came.
Knuckleduster and Koichi lay there both deep in thought about the Villain that had crashed their operation. Different scenarios and reasons circled through their minds but one thing was prevalent, "Why didn't he kill us?"
/-/
Izuku stood in a large and beautiful chamber. Izuku was confused for a moment before two, what he assumed, guards ran by. He took note of their garments and assumed he was somewhere in Ancient Egypt, the guards didn't take note of Izuku as they ran towards a large throne that had appeared from fire.
Izuku got closer and could only listen as the guards talked to the man sitting on the throne. He couldn't understand them but he could tell they were panicking, the man didn't seem worried though. Izuku decided to take a look around at the architecture; he had been to Egypt once and found it to be quite beautiful.
The golden arches that held the ceramic roof and the many hieroglyphics decorated the walls. He cursed that he couldn't use his notebook, Izuku finally looked back at the guards and man. They were still talking when an explosion rocked the place, Izuku watched as the man still stayed calm with an almost arrogant smile on his face. The guards were panicking, their spears pointed toward the grand doors.
The doors blew open, fire streamed into the room scorching the walls and floor. The guards lept back from the flames and still shakily pointed their weapons at the door. Izuku wasn't really surprised that fanaticism will go a long way even in the face of death.
Out of the fire came a somewhat feminine figure, an ashen white cloak that was longer in the back, her torso and legs were covered by a more white cloth. Izuku looked at the figure and smiled, he had an idea what this was, not just because of the flaming skeleton.
Izuku watched as the Ancient Rider strode through the hall, the man on the throne was still arrogantly smiling as the other two quaked in their sandals. The Rider walked right up to them, it glanced at the two and seemed to snarl in the same language the other three had used.
It seemed whatever the Rider said finally shattered their resolve and both ran out of the room, Izuku stared at the two running away. Izuku was always surprised when the Rider spared people, it didn't happen often in these dream memories, and it never happened with him. When the Rider was locked onto a target it'd kill everyone working for them.
The man, who by now he just assumed was some kind of Pharaoh or something, leaned on his arm and spoke with an arrogant tone that just made Izuku wanna wrap him up with his chain. The Pharaoh continued to speak as the Rider got closer, the spirit ignored every word and continued up the path. Izuku followed after watching the environment slowly burn away into a void of flowing ash.
The Pharaoh stopped with a smirk as the Rider stood directly in front of them. They stood for a moment before reaching out and violently hoisting the Pharaoh up by the neck. The Pharaoh finally lost the smirk and frantically began saying something, the Rider didn't care as they forced the Pharaoh to look them in the eye.
Izuku rubbed his hands together in anticipation, he always loved seeing it from an outsider's POV. The Pharaoh's face twisted in agony as the Rider opened their mouth, his eyes began losing their blue shine and slowly turned gray. A blue light spewed from his eyes and into the Rider's mouth, its mouth shut with an audible click.
The Rider looked at the soulless corpse and let it fall as the flowing ash flooded Izuku and everything went black.
/-/
Izuku slowly oozed back into consciousness. He wished he didn't immediately as a splitting headache made itself known. If there was one thing Izuku really hated about the Rider being in control for a straight week it was the goddamn headache afterward. At least it was better than the first few times, he really hated those months.
Izuku chose to keep his eyes closed and just ride it out, they never lasted very long. Eventually, the headache went from splitting to manageable, he slowly opened his eyes and found himself in a rather dilapidated church, it was also slanted somewhat with sunlight bleeding through cracks in the ceiling.
Izuku pushed himself up and found he was on the stage where he assumed the preacher would stand and preach the gospel, he also took note of the fact that it was somewhat ironic that he tended to find himself wrapped up in religion. The Rider itself could be considered a demon and he thought it was originally as well but it was quick to give a very vague and convoluted answer that only answered one question and that it wasn't a demon or anything human related, still wouldn't answer him with words though. He looked around for a moment at the church, studying its features until he finally stood up and cracked his neck. He'd definitely be putting this place in his notebook.
Izuku made his way past the rotted chairs and dusty stone statues toward the entrance. He put his hand up to block the sun from trying to kill his eyes, he moved into the morning sun and looked around. The first thing he noticed was the Armstrong resting against the brick wall of the church and the fact that said church was definitely sunk into the ground.
He walked to the Armstrong and momentarily looked it over, the Rider's powers tended to fix most broken things back to their original state; because of that, he had begun gutting the Armstrong for parts and selling them to people who need them. He opened the saddle bag hanging off it and grabbed a notebook marked 'Wonders of the World #13'. Izuku flipped it open and walked toward the center of the clearing and turned toward the church once he reaches it.
Izuku makes a small doodle of the church and writes about how he found it and a few possibilities for its future. He stopped and momentarily thought about bringing the Rig here, he thought about the pluses and realized the church could work as a home for him in Japan with that thought Izuku walked back into the church and began muttering to himself about placements.
"The weapons could go there…" he moved from the small alter with a faded mural of the Virgin Mary, "...the Rig could probably be parked on the side, and the old store room on the west wing could have the wall torn down and used as a garage…" Izuku walked through the store room which was mostly barren and the only reason he knew it was the store room was because of the hanging plaque on the door.
Izuku wrote down all the ideas he had and then closed the book before returning to the Armstrong, he puts it back in the saddlebag before taking another thing out of the saddlebag, a matte black biker helmet, and hopped on the bike.
Izuku places the helmet on his head and turns towards the woods scanning the tree line and looking for the path the Rider took here. His eyes finally land on a rather scorched path that was burned by the Armstrong, he turns the bike and drives through the path. The trail stretched on for close to an hour if Izuku was counting right, but eventually, he came to a gravel road. Izuku stopped and looked down the sides of the road trying to decide which way he should go.
Shrugging he turns right and speeds off. The gravel road eventually takes him to a highway that he follows until he hits a town and drives around to find a library or some kind of computer place so he could use a computer, he needed to know the damage the Rider had caused, and since he barely even got fuzzy memories from his time being possessed he really needed to see the news.
Izuku rolled to a stop on the side parking of several buildings, he turned the engine off and kicked the stand down so the bike didn't fall. He looked around at the people walking around, he was pleasantly surprised to see no one looking at the Armstrong in recognition most didn't even look at it just moving off to wherever they were going.
Izuku took the helmet off and placed it in the saddlebag before walking toward the store he had stopped for. Izuku walked through the sliding doors of the store and waved towards the cashier who waved back before walking towards a sign reading Computers.
Izuku walked over to a display of several laptops, he opened one up and the screen powered on to show a system-locked pop-up. Izuku looked around and put his hand on the screen, the screen glowed orange and then the system lock lifted. Izuku signed in as a guest and brought up Roogle.
Izuku scrolled to the news and clicked on the tab.
-FLAMING SKELETON VILLAIN TERRORIZES NORTHERN JAPAN-
-DRUG LORDS MURDERED BY METAL ALBUM COVER REJECT-
-KNOWN VIGILANTES IN TOKYO SEEN ESCAPING SCENE OF THE SKELETON VILLAINS SECOND MASSACRE-
-THE HPSC RELEASES STATEMENT ON THE RAMPAGE OF THE SKELETON VILLAIN-
Izuku stared at the first few things that popped up and hung his head while releasing a sigh, "Goddamnit."
/-/
Sir Nighteye looked up from the folders and over the table, observing the heroes that had arrived for this meeting. Most of them are talking amongst themselves or staying away from people waiting for the meeting to start, he looked back at the folders and gets everyone's attention by tapping his high-density seals on the table.
"Hello, I'm sure you all know why you are here," Sir Nighteye began, "one week ago one of the worst villain attacks in Japan's history began, over 38 hours ago it finally stopped. This would usually be a call for celebration but unfortunately, it wasn't stopped by a hero. The Villain stopped his rampage and disappeared without a single sign of where he went."
Nighteye opened the folder and picked up a black and white photo presenting its back to the meeting, "The Villain is believed to be a multinational criminal, a serial killer proficient in evading capture and has still yet to be identified," the heroes look at each other most confused about what Nighteye's getting at, while others are surprised that this villain is multinational, "his identity is completely unknown as his features are believed to be a result of a somewhat late Mutant Quirk awakening. Because of this, he is only known by his nickname, given by the heroes and police department in Jackson, Missouri of the United States," Sir Nighteye turns the photo around and ignores the small gasps emitting from a few of the heroes, "The Ghost Rider."
Nighteye hands out a few other photos to the heroes and they pass them around, "This meeting is to get the word out, the Rider is a very dangerous individual with a powerful quirk and the will to use it," Nighteye grabs a remote and turns towards a screen, he presses a button and the screen displays a newspaper report from America, translated in Japanese, "his first appearance seemed to show the Rider in a burnt vehicle rocketing down the freeway, at first it was believed he was just a street punk deciding he wanted to test his quirk to the limits. It was much worse than that, a hero that could keep pace with the vehicle was sent to stop him and when the hero didn't report in after an hour more heroes were sent and they made a rather shocking discovery," he hit another button and a crime scene photo popped up, most of the heroes were shocked by the image others were angered, "the hero was murdered, but that's not what shocked people, he was dragged at nearly 100mph on concrete and as you can see he was torn apart. Unfortunately, this wasn't the only casualty, later that day several civilians and known villains were found burned severely, and none survived."
A gloved fist slammed into the table, "And you're telling us this guy hasn't been caught yet!"
Nighteye looked at the heroine who yelled out, "Yes, Mirko, that's exactly what I'm saying."
Mirko growled but stayed quiet to listen to Nighteye, "The Ghost Rider's original rampage was sporadic and random, killing anyone that came across him thankfully no kids were killed. This rampage continued across half of the U.S for close to two months," the heroes were once again shocked by this information and why they didn't know about this, "afterward the Rider disappeared and wasn't spotted for several weeks, though where he was surprised people."
Nighteye pressed another button on the remote and the screen once again changed to a map of America's Continent, a red dot was shown farther North and in Canada, "He somehow made it past the American-Canadian border, without incident, which is a very difficult thing to do normally and I'm I don't need to say how difficult it'd be for a known Villain."
Nighteye himself was surprised at this when he learned of it. The U.S had always been heavy-handed with their border defense it had only increased when quirks arose and if this Villain could get past those defenses without incident that was a very scary thought, "I have a question," a voice interrupted Nighteye's thoughts, he looked at the end of the table and saw it was Edgeshot, "if this Villain is so notorious, how haven't we heard of him?" a lot of the heroes nodded at his question and looked to Nighteye for an answer.
"Unfortunately it was a matter that simply didn't involve Japan, considering for the four years the Ghost Rider has been active, he'd only been in the Americas and occasionally Europe. It was simply not our problem in a saying, of course, that has changed and we are to receive all casefiles on the Rider." Nighteye turns the projector to an image of the Rider caught on a highway security camera.
"I've read a few files that had come over already, most of them pertained to earlier cases but one file was from a detective named Cyrus Blaze, he wrote down and put his own theories as to how the Rider works, and one of them serves a rather key purpose," Nighteye brings up a file and looks at it, "he states in the file that the Rider seems to strike very briefly, most of the time he will show up and then disappear but a pattern had formed a year after the first sightings. I will quote Mr. Blaze here, 'Three months, that's all you'll have. The Rider seems to go on a reckless rampage across the country every three months I don't know why and I don't know if he does for kicks we haven't stopped him but you do your best and catch the bastard.'" Nighteye places the file down and looks up at the heroes gathered.
"Well, let us not disappoint Mr. Blaze," Endeavor spoke up, "I'll personally bring him in!" he declared, most of the heroes nodded but Nighteye looked at him and shook his head.
"No," everyone looked at Nighteye as if he grew a second head, "It's not that I doubt your capability I simply don't believe you'd be a good matchup, the Rider, just like you, has a fire quirk and just like you fire doesn't seem to harm him. It most likely wouldn't be a good idea." Endeavor went to retort but actually thought about the matchup and sat back down and grumbled in agreement much to his own annoyance.
"But in regards to Mr. Blaze's request," Nighteye's eyes hardened slightly, "I will make this declaration. The Ghost Rider has terrorized most of the world and he believes he can do the same here, well I say he couldn't have picked a worse place to come. Japan is the modern pillar of heroism and millions of heroes are out and patrol the country, our very own Symbol of Peace: All Might is here and Japan is the Rider's next stop, but it will also be his last."
Loved it? Hated it? Please tell me so I don't stay awake at night staring into the abyss my ceiling becomes in the dark as I slowly ascend into Madness... Anyway I know this took a bit but I'm slightly reworking where the story ends as I don't know how I forgot this but The Ghost Rider can destroy every villain MHA has with only slight difficulty so it's not a lack of capability it's the journey to that. So I decided to rework the story a little to show that.
Instead, the problems will mostly be moral and personal problems with stuff in between. Also, I said this last chapter, and now that you've read The Rider or I assume you did and didn't just immediately come down to review to say my stories trash but as I said the Rider and The Ghost Rider are two different beings, not in power but in being.
The Ghost Rider is Izuku in control, while his personality does get a tad darker with him being slightly more... wait should I tell you guys that? I mean you've only gotten a mild glimpse at Izuku in control... eh fuck it basically he can be pretty sadistic.
The Rider is laser-focused on the incineration of sinners and will not hesitate to kill Heroes, while if Izuku's in control it would depend on the severity of the crime if he would kill them. As also seen in this chapter the Rider spared Knuckleduster and Koichi because of their nature, it doesn't kill anyone who it feels is a good soul. So if it ever encountered someone like Lady Nagant it would see the sins she's committed but would also see how she regrets it and wishes to repent.
Also, you may notice how I refer to the Rider as It, that is because it doesn't have a gender I mean it can shift from either so I just felt it'd make sense for it to not have one.
Thanks for reading my ramblings and I hope you enjoyed.
-OtherwiseR00K