Prologue

THE NONA TOWER

The sparkling lights of Tokyo city shone brightly against the black, rainy night. Rain gushed heavily and soaked the rooftop of the Nona Tower. Thunder roared, deafeningly, on the city sky and lightning flashed sharply, for a second, revealing a shadow of a man that stretched along the surface of the tower's helipad.

A man was standing on the edge of the helipad, dangerously. He was clothed in a black, leather jacket that was soaked from the rain and drenched black, distressed pants. The man possessed a blond hair and heavenly blue eyes. His face bare a sad lost frown.

"It's over. But even if so I will never escape it." The man slowly look up the sky and closed his eyes and felt the brutal deluge of rain hitting his face. "I'm going back to hell…for I am it's King." He muttered in a depressing tone as he resigned to his hellish fate.

"Johnathon Blaze!" a new voice of a man, along with the crackle of thunder, burst from behind him. The man, named Johnathon Blaze, wasn't startle. Took you long enough, Arata. He turned to face the new arrival.

The new man stood a couple of meters away from him. He was clothed in a jacket of PSB and a standard inspector uniform underneath it. His hands clasped around his Dominator gun which glowed in blue green. Johnathon Blaze slowly made a sad, peaceful, smile at him.

"You're late Arata. Sadly I already choose a path to take…and you and your friends wouldn't like it." Johnny Blaze said in a defeated manner that made Arata frowned.

"Then Johnny…you know what will happen next right?" Arata's Dominator rang and began to dictate. 'Crime Coefficient: 999. Enforcement Mode: Lethal Eliminator. Please aim carefully and eliminate the target.'

The Dominator change into something menacing but Johnny only stared at it and didn't react. "Ah, the eyes of your can-opener god." The man then let out a light laugh which then change into a demonic one. Johnny's skin began to melt. Flames sprouted beneath his black boots and spiraled upwards.

His clothes began to change into something charred and scorched as if he came out from hell. The skin on his face ebbed away , revealing his blacken skull which was engulfed in fire. A pair of flaming red ember, which serve as 'Johnny's' eyes, stared down at Arata.

"Well then, judge me boy! Judge the Ghost Rider, the King of Hell!" the Ghost Rider roared in hell-like at the inspector whose face was still and plain. I have seen you many time like that Johnny and I know what you want. Slowly he made a triumphant smile at him and said.

"With pleasure then, Ghost Rider."

Somewhere in Hell

Hell was an unholy place. It was nothing but a barren dessert. A wasteland filled with monsters and horrifying nightmares. In this doomed realm, a powerful being that rides on along its cruel surface, lived and reigned.

This realm was the realm of the Spirit of vengeance, the Ghost Rider.

"Augh…" a low painful moan escaped from the lips of Johnny Blaze as he heaved for air. He was kneeling on the hot red sand, beneath a tree and the scorching red sun. Snake-like black chains were wrapped around his upper body.

"You…you should kill me now, you've just ousted me." He rasped the words in a defeated manner. "Hell's yours and you took my Spirit of vengeance out of my body. I have nothing now." He slowly made a beaten grin and looked up to the man who was holding the end of the chains, in front of him.

The man was wearing a black leather jacket and pants. His flaming skull shifted at Johnny's pitiful face. "No," the man muttered, earning him a displease frown from Johnny.

His black boots took a step forward and leveled his eyes at Johnny. "It's not that simple Johnny. You and the Spirit of vengeance will never be apart."

Johnny's eyes turned icily at him. "What do you mean?! Its already out of me. I have nothing now! I am just…me." He barked the words, anger rose from his insides.

"No." the man answered plainly again as he stood up and took out an object from his jacket pocket. The object glinted to Johnny's eyes and it was an ancient gold medallion. "Your punishment starts now, Johnny. I will send you to a place where beings like us don't exist."

The former Ghost rider widened his eyes in terror. Johnny's life was all nothing but horror. After he was tricked by a demon to make a deal with him his life becomes hell. Monsters, Demons and even Angels hunted him down and he bear it all until he usurped the Throne of Hell. And now that he was going to be punished for making a single big mistake, for the first time in his life, he didn't know what he will do.

He felt lost and completely crushed.

"I am…sorry." Johnny lowered his head and closed his eyes in shame. "For I'd failed you." He added as the man tightened his right hand around the chain necklace of the golden medallion.

"Yes, you should be." The Ghost rider then kneeled and whispered to his ears. "Now go."

7 years later – Las Vegas, Nevada – Earth – 2###

Johnathon Blaze stood on top of a hill. He looked straight ahead on the remains of a city. The ruined city of Las Vegas loomed over him. The massive and tall skeletal sky scrapers groaned loudly from their own heavy weights, the streets were littered with wrecked and abandoned cars. Life had already been extinguished from this place.

Just like this 'Las Vegas', every city that I visited in this Earth was either dead or had turned into a warzone. Johnny recalled the places that he had been to after he arrived. All of them were in chaos. "This Earth…is just like hell. There's no longer a good place that I could settle down. Except for one." He fixed his ragged brown cloak around his shoulders and sighed heavily.

"There are no demons here too…which means there's no reason for a Ghost Rider to exist here, on this 'Earth'." A shabby grin formed in his face. "Looks like he was right. My eternal punishment. Lonely exile. And Japan is the only place where I could do that." He muttered to his self and resumed walking towards the city.

6 months later – somewhere near the coast of Japan. In the middle of a Typhoon

If there's one thing that Johnny would know about his life was that he would always find himself in a dreadful pinch. The ship that he was in swayed from right to left, violently, as waves hampered and pushed its hull.

Johnny was on the deck, helping the crewmen of the ship on securing the cargos that might fell to the dark ocean. He grunted as he tightened the chains around the cargo. "All set here!" he shouted to a crewman beside him and turned around.

His eyes caught something that made him stop on his tracks. "Oh shit…" he exclaimed as a tall, wall of water emerged from the darkness. And before Johnny could react he was swept by the gigantic wave that hit the deck, where he was standing on.

Of course…it wouldn't be that easy. Johnny cursed under his breath and watched as the ship he was in began to turn and capsized. His hands tackled the cold pacific water as he tried to stay afloat on the surface. He caught a sight of a floating wooden crate and swam towards it.

He wheezed for air as he grabbed on the floating crate and rested his head on his forearm. "Damn it." He cursed again as he felt several sharp twinge on his chest, back, and ribs. He felt something warm and flowing on his left temple and knew that it was blood, he must've hit his head on one of the cargos before he fell to the water.

Give me a break at least let me give some peace! He groaned in protest before his eyes began to give away.

Suddenly the sound of the abysmal wind was cut by a loud mechanical noise. Johnny tried to look up but he felt weak. "Augh!" he winced after someone grabbed him by his arms and lifted him up.

Who are you…? The ascent suddenly stop and Johnny found himself inside a helicopter. The mechanical sound was much louder this time. His eyes opened weakly and glanced to his left after he heard a voice.

"Passenger secured."

"Roger that. That was a nice jump Kogami, did you enjoy the water?" it was a woman's voice and a man answered her back.

"Come on, can't you see that he needs help?" his voice was sharp. Johnny tried to move his head more but the man's face loomed over him.

"Don't move. You're hurt, badly." The man whose name is Kogami, had black wet hair and sharp eyes. His voice was deep and menacing to him. "Now then. Who are you?" the man asked him but Johnny felt very weak. He slowly closed his eyes and breathed calmly. At least he was safe…for now.

Soft. Jonathon felt his back was pressed against something soft. Cold and quiet, his senses slowly came back. The coldness crept into his skin and his ears heard the low humming of an air condition accompanied by a relaxing piano music.

He opened his blue eyes and saw the white ceiling above him. "Where…am I?" he glanced to his right and saw an advance looking BP monitor, standing beside his bed. His nose caught a strong disinfectant smell. He was inside a hospital.

Right I was rescued last night. his thoughts were cut when the door opened and a nurse entered. She stopped when she saw the man.

"Oh you're awake." She said in Japanese language. Oh no… "I-uh-can't understand, Japanese." He said in a calm manner and shook his head. The nurse stared and smiled, understanding what he meant. She bowed at him and exit the room.

"Did she understand me?" I hope so. Johnny had been to Japan before, but not the Japan of this world and that memory was from a long time ago. He had already forgotten how to speak the language.

The door opened again, interrupting his thoughts. The same nurse entered again and this time she was accompanied by two person. A man and a woman.

That man. Johnathon recognize the man standing beside the woman. He was wearing a black jacket with bold letters MOFA written on the sleeve, his pants were black and his hair was jet black. His grey eyes turned observant the second he saw Johnathon.

Scary. Johnathon thought warily as the woman with shoulder-length, blonde hair, approached him with a smile. "Good morning." She said in a fluent English and it made Johnathon breathed serenely.

At least she speak my language. "Hello."

"You have a rough evening, yesterday." The woman sat down and then introduced herself. "My name is Frederica Hanashiro, Assistant officer of Ministry of Foreign Affairs – Suppressing Action Department." She then glanced at the man. "And he is Shinya Kogami, one of my agents."

Foreign Affairs…oh no. Johnathon had planned to migrate, illegally, to Japan. He was supposed to avoid the authorities, like the enforcer in-front of him, and hide within the city if the ship had docked successfully but since it didn't he was now in another pinch.

He glanced at the Kogami, the man was looking at something on his left wrist. A small device with a hologram screen. That's a video…this is interrogation. "You're going to arrest me for entering your country, illegally, am I right?" he asked and the woman's eyes widened for a second before she spoke.

"I'm glad you're catching up. Yes, but it depends." She crossed her leg and then asked him. "What's your name?"

Johnathon rummage his mind while he shifted his eyes back to Frederica. "Johnathon Blaze. Most people call me 'Johnny'."

The woman hum as her eyes lightened a bit. "Well Johnny. How many were you on the ship?" she asked Johnny and the man explained. Other than him there were at least a hundred and sixty, illegal immigrants inside the ship. All of them were escaping the Civil war in America. Johnny weaved the story to the woman, some are lies and some are truth, while he remain vigilant to Kogami.

The man hadn't uttered a single word yet to him. He was still looking at the small holo-screen on his wrist.

"And that's were I end." Johnny finished his story and Frederica only made a single nod.

"So your previous job was at a circus, performing deadly motorcycle stunts, and then you quit and volunteered for the army." First half is true, second half is lie "Yes," Johnny said with honesty, "for seven years I fought as a volunteer soldier. But I guess I can't prove it now, because all of my stuff was now at the bottom of the ocean."

"You're correct." Frederica said in a friendly manner. "But not all." Johnny finally heard the man again. He glanced at him and grin. "Oh, finally he speaks." Kogami smiled at his remark and took out an object form his pocket.

It was a gold medallion. Johnny's eyes become rigid. "Oh, thank you. This is a memento from my friend." He took the medallion and stared at with sad, reminiscing, smile.

After an hour of interrogation, Frederica and Kogami bid farewell to him. Apparently Johnny would be transferred into another facility called Sybil Immigration Reformation center tomorrow. A facility dedicated to teach immigrants on how to be a good citizen of Sybil society and there he will live as an 'immigrant-under-probation' for one year.

Johnny stood inside his bathroom and stared at the gold medallion hanging on his chest, its surface glinted at the mirror. "I finally have what I want and I don't care if I have to wait." he said, somberly.

But I can't seem to get rid of you. He thought with disappointment. The medallion was given to him by the new King of Hell, the Ghost Rider who banished him from hell.

Johnny then shifted his gaze at his reflection. He was back to normal, he was fully human again. "I'll try to live as a human being until I die." He smile with determination to him self and walked out of his bathroom. It was already night time and he decided to call it a day.

"You seemed to be very silent today, Kogami." Fredrica observed as she glanced beside her. The man looked outside and watched as tall, futuristic sky scrapers jotted out before him after the car entered an elevated highway.

"I was observing his Psycho-Pass hue." He pressed the device on his left wrist and pressed a button. "He said that he was a stuntman turned soldier right?" he asked as he looked through several holo-screen.

"Yes and what, did you notice something wrong?" Frederica asked again and Kogami answered.

"Being a stuntman and a soldier for seven years should've taken a toll to his mind. Not to mention he was the only survivor of 'The Aurora', the immigrant ship. It should've clouded his psyche more." Kogami then turned to Frederica.

"His Psycho-pass hue was white all along. In fact Sybil had just discovered a new type of color white based on his hue,"

"Oh what hue would that be?"

Kogami looked at the highway in front and his eyes hardened. "Heavenly White."

Silence filled the automatic car as Frederica absorb Kogami's words. "If that is so then I would leave it to the CID," She then made an amuse smirk before adding, "your Akane would definitely catch something up on Johnny."

Kogami frowned and look away while he mumbled. "Me and Akane aren't really like that, you know."

Woo-Hoo! I just can't believe that I'm writing a fanfic crossover between Ghost Rider and Pyscho-Pass. My favorite marvel superhero is Ghost Rider and since I'm a big fan of anime, I decided to write a fanfic crossover of Ghost rider and Pscyho Pass, a very cool anime that I watched and finished in one sitting. As always leave some reviews after reading my fanfic.

Asfor the people who like my fanfic, 'The 8th Master', don't worry I will still continue it, since I'm watching thundercats roar as of now.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Ghost rider comic and the anime Psycho-Pass.