THE GHOST RIDER'S PROTÉGÉ 8
Later that same day Rowan was exhausted from little sleep. She asked her dad to have the night off and he said yes.
She slipped into her PJ's and crawled under the covers and she fell asleep instantly she dreamed a lot that night. It started with her fight with the devil days before than switched to Nara's soul going into body from body. Than her sleep ended with her fighting a demon by herself, her dad and Nara were by her side but dead. The demon swooped down and slashed her back, deep. She whipped the penance star around it's neck. Before she could kill the demon it rusted her chain fast and broke her neck. Dead.
Rowan woke up instantly, shocked. She found her mom making a quick cereal for Rowan.
"hey, Row. How'd you sleep?"
"it wasn't the best or the worst, but at least was a full sleep… thank you" she answered gulping down the food.
"where's dad?" Rowan thought out loud.
"at the garage, he had a rough night"
"anything out of the ordinary?"
"no, bullets, stabs. The usual."
"ok thanks, see you" she said finishing the last sips of the milk.
"where are you going?"
"I'm meet up with Nara, then I'll see dad"
"ok, but shouldn't you change take a shower first?"
Rowan sighed loudly "fine!"
She got into the shower and the water calmed her down quite a bit. It washed away the grease from the night before which felt nice. She got out, dried her self off and changed into a rolling stone shirt with ripped kakis.
She left for the mall to see Nara. There she was, standing at the podium.
"hey, Nara"
She closed a book and looks at Rowan. "oh, hi Rowan, what's up?"
"nothing really, just hungry any free tables?"
"uh, yeah… booth or table?"
"booth please."
Nara lead Rowan to a 2-person booth and set down the menus.
"thanks"
"be back in a few"
Rowan read the menu and decided on to plates, one teriyaki and one kabob. 2 minutes later a young waiter came by with a note pad.
"uh, hi. I'm your waiter for today. Have you decided on something?" his name tag read Keita Sato.
"um, yeah I'll take a coke and snack box 2 and 6."
"ok", Keita said writing it down, "can I have your last name so we don't get orders mixed up?"
"Blaze, Rowan Blaze. Why don't you just write down the table number?"
"hm? Oh, I'm new here, I keep forgetting the tables. Hey, aren't you daughter of Johnny Blaze?"
"yeah, and I'm guessing you're related to Nara Sato?"
"mm hmm, she's my cousin. My older cousin. By the way I saw your jump."
"you know who I am right?"
Keita leaned in closer and whispered, "you're the Ghost Rider's protégé. Aren't you?"
"I am, sorry, I just wanted to know that you know"
"right, bye"
"k, bye" Rowan thought for a moment and waved at Nara who was walking by.
"how old is Keita?"
"last time I checked he was 14 or something, it's been such a long time since I've seen him. He is also a shinigami."
"really? Cool. But I kinda prefer you a little more how old is he really?"
"he started at refilling at the age of 14 back in 1842, figure it out."
"thank you"
"no problem, bye" Nara walked behind the kitchen and out came Keita with the plates and coke.
"here, you go."
"thanks… do you have scars when you, you know, become a shinigami?"
"Nara told you? *sigh* uh yes I do" he said as he placed the food on the table.
"yeah, I asked her to, sorry. Can you help me, please?"
"sure, it's break any ways." he raised his voice a little more "Nara I'm taking my break!"
"ok! Be right with you!"
"what is it" he asked sitting across from Rowan
"k, I signed Satin's contract and there was a twist, instead of me being a flaming skeleton, I'm half shinigami. Nara helped me." she stretched out her arms to show Keita, "she doesn't have scars like these though, do you?"
Keita looked both ways than rolled up his sleeve revealing the same scars like on Rowan.
"wow, heh, the devil said that these symbols enhance my power."
"and I also protects you… have you been in a fight with the devil yet?"
"yeah 3 days ago, it was over Nara's soul. He tried to inflict pain but I didn't feel anything. I caused him more pain than he could handle"
"those symbols will protect you from forces that are thrown at you. But they can't protect you from physical damage. Does your bike have them too?"
"yeah"
"than you'll keep connected with it, it'll always know where to find you"
"creepy"
"yes, quite. I should get back to work", he said unrolling his sleeves, "nice to meet you Rowan"
"back at you, see you"
Rowan finished her food and paid the bill with a 25% tip. She left the mall to go to her dad's garage. When she got there he wasn't there.
"mom? Where's dad?"
"he's not there?"
"no!"
"check with Slate"
"Ok!"
Rowan left to go to Slate.