I'm afraid this chapter has a massive 'how convenient' thing going on but the only bit of this fic that backed up from my stolen iPod, other than the stuff I've already uploaded, was the 'dramatic finale'. *grumble*

RedDawn1: Ghost Rider is a rather fabulous movie starring Nicolas Cage based on a Marvel comic. You should watch it.

Tanith finally got to the car park just outside the centre of Dublin where she'd agreed to meet Johnny. She got off her bike and wandered down the road towards her friend.

"Hey, Johnny." She grinned.

"Hey."

"So why did you need me?"

Johnny shook his head and gave a hysterical bark of laughter. "Do you believe in god?"

Tanith shrugged, flashing back to the fight against the Grotesquery but trying to stay neutral. It was obvious that her friend wasn't in a good mental state.

"What about the Devil?"

Valkyrie looked up from the computer and cursed.

"What?"

"I found the last Ghost Rider."

Johnny's skin started to turn red and collapsed to his knees, trying to fight it.

"What's happening?" Tanith said, kneeling next to him.

"Get back!" He snapped. "Get back... I'm a monster..."

The Bentley swerved into the car park and Skulduggery and Valkyrie leapt out. Skulduggery had his revolver pointed at Johnny's head.

"Don't move!"

"That won't work."

"I know. It just looks more dramatic." Skulduggery shrugged, hiding the gun back in his waistband. "Johnny Blaze, you're under arrest for murder, property damage and," Skulduggery looked at his bike suspiciously. "Probably speeding."

"Wait," Tanith said. "What's going on?"

"Tell her, Blaze" Skulduggery said, reaching for his revolver.

He looked up at Tanith. "I kill people."

She looked at him for a few seconds, not speaking. But, Johnny noticed, not looking particularly shocked.

"And..." Skulduggery said pointedly.

"You won't believe me." Johnny said bitterly.

Skulduggery tilted his head. "Really?" He said, removing his hat and scarf.

Johnny's now bloodshot eyes widened. "You're a Rider."

Skulduggery tilted his skull irritatedly. "No, I think I'd have noticed if I was one of them. Anyway, I have a far better dress sense." He said disapprovingly, pulling his jacket straight and looking at Johnny's spiked leather jacket.

"What's going on here?"