ok, this is how it starts. I write the story and someone else picks up on it.
World was cold, everywhere. There was hardly any plant life, no animals, no people. There was no dirt, any life Eric Brooks stumbled upon just seemed to sprout out from the barren gray stone that made up the planet's surface.
He walked for hours upon hours, not even one trace of drinking water, not that he needed it.
A muffled roar went out above the jagged rocky wasteland as Eric, the man known as Blade, bit into a vile of serum and sucked it dry. Then another roar caught his attention. Something like that of a cruiser. It was far away, but loud and strong, and it irradiated Blade's senses, then it grew and he saw the flaming cycle from hell and smelled brimstone.
Faster than a fire cracker the mystical vehicle of the Ghost Rider circled around the confused Eric Brooks, surrounding him in trails of hellfire before skidding to a stop. Standing still the bike seemed to still move, the bowls of hellfire from the front engine moved like air from a mouth in the winter time.
The rider himself, was covered completely. Heavy boots, leather pants, and trench coat. All that were left out were his head and his hands, both blazed with natural and mystical flames, instead of skin and tissue the way most people do.
Blade was just as covered, in a dark type of Kevlar body armor. Two swords strapped to his back, wood and silver across his torso, two fully automatic hand guns at his side, and probably a little more the Ghost Rider couldn't see. John Blaze had met the hunter before, and Blade had seen a Ghost Rider before.
Two things things shocked them though. The Ghost Rider looked closer, looking above the hunter's dark sunglasses to see his eyes. They had changed, to match those of a vampire. Blade pushed down his shades with his finger, what got him was a lot more obvious, strapped on the rider's back by his signature chain.
"That's an R-1?" Blade asked. The weight of a 600 pound speed bike had not slowed down the Ghost Rider, the weight was actually forgettable to him. "Yeah, its for you, so you can keep up, sorry this piece of crap is all I could get." said Ghost Rider, whipping his chain and dropping the R-1 on the ground. "Town is 158 miles ahead. Strange, King and Morbius are all ready waiting." The Rider continued.
"Strange? Is that who's-" but he was cut off. "If it was I would have already kicked his @$$ so hard you there wouldn't be any left for you. Naw some guy called the Beyonder liked what we did back when that demon mother tried to destroy the Earth. All we have to do is kick tha $#!t out of some people named 'Iceberg' and he won't finish what she started." Ghost Rider said as Blade climbed on the motor cycle and started the engine.
"Oh we already tried to convince him otherwise, he's kinda untouchable. But if kicking Iceberg isn't enough Strange requested he send you here with us." Ghost Rider said.
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