Red Moon Rising (Ghost Riders)

[kingrico]

And when you have killed all the innocents, Mephisto -- what will then prevent me from exacting my vengeance a thousand times heavier?

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Danny was sitting in Hellraisers lab looking through artifacts he had just found during a battle with some demons, he would come across one with an ancient language he didn’t fully comprehend even while in his Rider form. “Ian mind coming to help me out?” he would say down the hallway to the Sorcerer. The pair had found themselves working together more often following some rather weird incidents across the country, with Ian walking up Danny pointed at the artifact on the table shrugging his shoulders. “Found this in New Jersey after a fight with a Vampire of all things, I can't quite make out the words though, mind translating this for me", Danny would say with a smile.

Ian, of course, was not surprised about the increase of Vampires with the Red Moon coming soon, picking up the oval shape item with words written in the front he would chant some words in Latin causing it to glow green translating into English. "Hmmm, this isn't an artifact, it appears to be some kind of map. In the first hour of the Red Moon, our people will rise and defeat those who send us to Hell. Yeah well, that's vague enough to mean anyone, it looks like it leads to a home in Atlantic City. We probably should go check it out, though we’re gonna need some help, the rest of the team unfortunately is unavailable.” Ian would say before putting the item down.

Danny of course had an Idea of who to get to help them, he had been meaning to follow up with Robbie after they had helped him a while back. What better way to catch up than to drag him on a mission to possibly fight a horde of Zombies, though he wasn't sure where exactly to find him he was sure it couldn't be too hard. “Ahh let's take a trip to Manhattan”, he would say before making his way upstairs and out the building. “Ian you look high for a HellCharger, I'll try to sniff em out” he would say before they would take off.

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The car’s engine roared as Robbie took a turn at a breakneck pace. “A car chase? With ME?” He roared, sparks flying from his jaws like flaming spittle. “You must be joking!” It gained rapidly on the beat up Chevy in front of him. They were flooring it, he could tell by the noise their motor made. Luckily there wasn’t much traffic at this hour but still, they needed to be stopped before they hurt someone. How to stop them though without causing unnecessary collateral damage?

Suddenly he had an idea. He’d seen videos of Spider-Man doing something similar, why not give it a shot? How bad could it possibly go? He slammed on the brakes, the momentum throwing him forward. He phased through his car, launching into the air like he’d been shot out of a cannon, chains whirling in each hand. With a mighty swing he hurled them forward and the blades at the end dug into the sides of the car.

His feet hit the pavement and immediately began skidding along as he pulled back as hard as he could, trying to find purchase and halt the vehicle without falling forward. That’s right, Spider-Man had sticky feet. Robbie didn’t. Rather than stopping the vehicle, he found himself being dragged behind it like a water-skier. Abandoning one chain, he grabbed the other, pulling himself forward hand over hand towards the car. “STOP!” he shouted.