Ghost of Givings' Past (Robbie Reyes)

[bio858]

Albuquerque, NM

Trying to run new drug empire in New York would prove next to impossible with Wilson Fisk being in charge. His stronghold in the drug trade in the East Coast was both iron clad and vast. Practically having his men organized all throughout that side of the country, making the proper deals and shipments with those cartels down in South America. There was no room for Parker in that world. Which is why he decided to try and build his empire down West instead.

Starting off in New Mexico in all places, probably out of inspiration from the old hit TV show Breaking Bad. Yes, Parker lacked much originality in his plans, treading ground others have already paved. But he wanted to go down this avenue. He saw easy money here, especially with the newfound powers he stole his way into.

The powder he was able to pull out from his cloak was able to be used as a new designer drug by his own cooks. Creating a brand new designer drug he called "Stardust" all contained in white packaging with a red letter "A" to designate them. An insignia of the Hood. And now he was finally having them out on the streets to sell and rake in heavy profits.

Too bad news stories have started popping up of people falling into a coma due to the overuse of his new drugs. These heavy side effects have started causing problems for his business, as cops and the like have been starting to try and crack down on the selling of such products. Thankfully The Hood is on the case to defend his dealers, bailing them out with teleportations and explosive bullets in case things get hairy.

It is why he is out, hiding high in the sky watching down below as his dealers attempt to sell some product to some "low-life' customers.


"Hey man, you're here for the stuff right?" Dealer 1 states as he speaks to the man in front of him.

"Yeah, Stardust right?" the customer would respond.

"Yo, keep it down...We can't start speaking it's name. Anyways, you got the cash?" the dealer would quickly retort back.

"Yeah, here it is. Just wannabe sure, I am getting Stardust right? I don't want any of that fake shit people be selling."

"Yeah, yeah, this shit's the real deal. When it hits, and you'll know when it hits, it'll give you the best trip of your entire f**k**g existence. Now fork over the cash."

As the customer starts handing over the bundle of bills, Parker would stare down, bored out of his mind. He knew he couldn't keep watch on all of his dealers. Constantly teleporting from one transaction to another would be exhausting after all. He needed help, maybe some extra superhuman muscle. But Kingpin had the monopoly on the market. Who the hell could Parker get his hands on?

Of course this is what paltry matters seem important to you insignificant mortals. Pathetic.

The voice in Parkers' head would state in his mind. Parker would reply back though with, "If this shit's so insignificant, why you out here pay attention to it in my head? Mind your own goddamn business."

Parker would suddenly have a headache, followed by a slight nosebleed.
If I didn't have use for you, I'd have killed you where you stand. But for now, I simply wait and watch till I see an opportunity to steal this realm. Just as you desperately search for scraps in building your opportunity for this empire you seek. Though it may start crumbling down sooner than you expect.

"What the hell are you talking about-oh shit..."

Looking down, he'd see uninformed men walking out of their vehicles, heading towards the middle of the park where the transaction was going down. The men had their cars hidden in the darkness of night with the headlights turned off. Chances are, they were undercover cops, probably from Vice, with the customer being either an informant or another undercover cop.

Whatever the case, The Hood needed to interfere now. The cape, wrapping around him before formulating a vortex that quickly sucked him, as the man teleported in front of the undercover officers.

"Sorry boys, but this is a private transaction."

Firing a single bullet from one of his pistols, the magical projectile would hit the car, causing it to explode. The men around them would all try to duck for cover, though the shrapnel would hit one of the officers, causing him to start bleeding out.

Parker would then telport once again, this time closer to his men.

"It's time for us to dip. Take the cash and grab onto me."

The customer would try to pull out his hidden piece yelling out, "Put your hands up! DEA!"

However, Parker would prove faster on the draw, blowing out the officers body in an explosive mist. Blood would spray upon all of them, including Parker.

"f**k that was disgusting. Forgot how much these bullets pack."

This small distraction of blood spray may buy time for the remaining officers to may be do something to arrest Parker. Or perhaps, buy time for someone a bit more powerful to step in and save the day.

[Zeronone]

"Gabe chill, I am just going to get us some dinner and will be right back. You got this nice hotel room, enjoy it." Robbie said as he ruffled his little brother's hair and stepped out of the room of the hotel. Since leaving LA, Robbie has found a lot of enjoyment on the road and having kept his promise to get Gabe out of the crap area they lived in for years. Turns out no one really looks for drug dealer and mob guys money so, after going Ghost or whatever he would snatch up the duffel bags or suitcases full of cash and leave. With that money off the streets, it paid for a good life for Gabe and bad guys couldn't fund their crimes. Win!

Robbie whistled as he rode the elevator down to the lobby and walked out. Even with the cash he had gotten he couldn't shake who he was. He could have bought fancy suits if he wanted now but instead, he kept his blue jeans with grease stains, his simple t-shirts, and of course his signature hoodie. It was a part of his identity. He ignored the looks he got from other guests, gave a nod to the doorman and walked out. Handing a ticket to the guy at the front he waited as his car was brought around. The 1969 Dodge charger had been cleaned and waxed. New wheels, a new motor for more horsepower, and a fresh paint job. The car gleamed like it just came off the line and Robbie couldn't help smiling as he looked at his baby. He shook the valet's hand, slipping him a twenty and stepped into his ride. The chair molded to his form, hands going over the soft firm wheel. He drove out, shifting as he got onto the main road and headed for taco bell. Money or no, there was nothing like nachos!

Driving through the city of Albuquerque, New Mexico was a massive difference from the streets of Los Angelas. No cop sirens, no blasts of bullets, no idiots doing doughnuts in the middle of the road. it was actually quite peaceful and once more, Robbie began wondering if this was the place meant for him and Gabe. A quiet city and a quiet life. Of course, that was a dream, his passenger wouldn't let him go a week without being the rider let alone a lifetime.

"This was not the deal, Robbie. Your perfect heaven is not my problem, it requires payment and I want it!"

Robbie groaned as the voice in his head decided to speak up, the rider was a pain in the ass. But more than that he was family, his uncle and devil worshiping mass murdering guardian angel. Eli had saved or resurrected Robbie, giving him amazing abilities and even in this form great constitution. But the other side, the Rider. That was power! power Robbie didn't really want or desire, but it was the best way to give Gabe the life he needed and because of it, he had met someone able to help his brother.

Finally, Taco Bell was in view. Hopefully some nachos and a burrito would keep Eli happy, but as he was about to drive into the parking lot, he felt it. The hiss of Eli's laughter behind his eyes. The tug or whatever it was that told him evil had reared its ugly head and the Rider was about to come out. The smoke came first, it always came first. It wasn't exactly painful, but neither was it comfortable. Becoming the rider melted all his flesh off, vaporized his innards. Smoke began pouring off the car which made Robbie worried for a different reason. He was really glad the change to his car didn't damage it after it was over.

With a burst of fire Robbie was replaced by a grinning skull. Smoke floated from his eyeless sockets; fire came off his head but not covering it. His teeth sharpened to points, his clothes changed, the symbol on the front of his hoodie looked the same but now it was like he was wearing a Nascar driver jump suit, hell style. The car was no better, the creaking of metal as the car began changing. The tires seeming to ignite into an inferno and super heat the road, fire came flooding out of the engine and its speed drastically increased. Roaring like a hell demon as it flowed around cars who swerved and crashed trying to avoid the flaming Hell-Charger.

"Again with this, Eli.... fine! Let's just get this over with, a deal is a deal."

Robbie followed the feeling, it was getting stronger as he got closer. He knew he was there when a car ignited into flames and was thrown into the air. Robbie swung the car around, drifting around the wreckage and coming to a stop.

He looked on as several cops rushed out and a guy in some kind of hood teleported. Stepping out, the Rider got several looks and screams as the men turned their guns to him and fired. Robbie ignoring the bullets that hit him, melting into slag and falling harmlessly to the ground. He watched as a guy was blown to bloody bits, scattered over the ground, the other men, and the cars. Robbie walked towards the hooded individual, a long chain sliding from his body, and he lashed the flaming metal chain towards the hooded figure, hoping to grab and lasso him up.

[bio858]

As Parker was wiping the blood that had sprayed upon his face, his men that were around him would react to the bizarre supernatural newcomer onto the scene. That of a man in a unique leather jacket, and of course that iconic burning skull. Eyes would widen in fear with the two men beside Robbins, pulling up their guns and firing their weapons at the Ghost Rider. The bullets wouldn't seem to do much, apparently hitting the body repeatedly over and over with no damage seemingly being done in sight. That left the men shook as the Rider decided to now make his move.

Aiming his attack mostly at the Hood who was nearly done wiping the blood from his brow, Robbie would attempt to lasso the villain with his flaming chain.

Keep your eyes open mortal...

"Huh, oh shi-!"

Robbins would barely notice the flaming presence before, deciding to randomly teleport upon the rooftop of a nearby house behind the Rider. So, the chain would wrap around the two men that had tried to fire on the Rider previously, trapped by the burning chains. They would scream out in pain, feeling the searing flames of Hell upon their flesh, while also feeling the deepest chills even colder than that of the ice of Antarctica. It didn't help that flashes would appear in their mind, showcasing the deepest and darkest fears each man had in their souls. All in all, it wasn't a good day for either goon.

Which is why Parker was not in a mood to deal with something like the Ghost Rider.

Standing upon the rooftop behind the Rider, Parker would speak quietly to himself, or rather to the voice in his head.

"What the f**k is he doing to them?"

"Putting them through hell. Hmm, a fascinating power, tapping into a world outside of this one. A world ironically from the heavens. But this creature...it's corrupted, tainted. I might be able to do something with this. Entangle with the creature mortal. I want to see more of what it can do."

"f**k no, I'm runnin-wait, what are you doing to me? No, stop it, NOOOO!"

Parker couldn't try to teleport away or even run with the magical boots across the air to escape the rider. No, his body was not in his control, as his left arm rose to fire an explosive bullet at the Rider's back. If it hit, it may send Robbie flying, perhaps even do some temporary damage to his body. Let's hope the Rider could heal from this magical explosion, or dodge it if possible. In either case, both him and Parker may have a lot on their hands when push comes to shove.

[Zeronone]

The rider hissed as the two gangsters experienced pain and horror, a promise that answered in the echoes of their minds. The curious wonderings of what waited for them on the other side was revealed. No shiny gates or heavenly clouds, no scantily clad angels with golden harps would welcome them to everlasting peace. No! They would see the dark gates, billowing flames that clung and burned for all eternity, the screams and cries of the evil condemned being punished for their wicked actions. They would know life after death was going to literally be Hell!

Robbie snapped his flaming whip chain, turning the two men into ash and sending their souls to eternal damnation. He had missed the hooded figure, but Eli got his meal. Time to go for now... or it should have been the end of it. An explosive round slammed into his back, throwing the rider forward to slide across the ground and lay prone. A few seconds went by before the Rider stood up, flaming skull turning towards the cloaked being who shot him. The eyeless sockets burned with rage. His right hand raised, a ball of hellfire forming. He pulled back and like an all-star pitcher, chunked the searing ball of punishment towards the man who shot him.

There was a crack like the sound barrier being broken, the ball of fire a screaming blur as it flew through the air with incredible precision, aiming directly for the Hoods chest. Would he teleport, dive aside, or be consumed?

[bio858]

The speed of the fireball was immense, far too fast for Robbins to react to. In fact, it'd be believed that this was the end for our would-be wannabe Kingpin. Parker was about to die before he'd ever complete his ambitious goals as a Supernatural Crime Lord of the World. All he would is a dead loser with a flaming hole in the chest. That is, until the mysterious voice in his head decided to act.

The cape would rapidly shift around him in a twist motion, as if Parker was once again being sucked into a wormhole. As the cape wrapped around in a circular motion, it would quickly disappear right after, leading to Parker to suddenly apparate in front of and to the left of the building he was formerly standing on. Albeit with the supervillain on his knees instead of on his feet.

"Wha, what the..."

"Stand up mortal, I need you alive for my goals in mind for this realm. You deceased will sadly ruin all of them. Don't fail me again, you insignificant worm."

The voice in his head would go away, leading Parker to focus up once more. He needed to fight back against this monster, before it burned him up like it did his men. Pulling out his two pistols once more, magical bullets would come hailing out towards Ghost Rider. If it, the explosions could possibly make large holes in the supernatural creature to maybe regenerate from, if not knock of limbs. Though the Hood himself wasn't the only threat left to contend with.

The officers, now standing back up from the explosion Parker had caused earlier, would look on to see the battle between the two beings. Unsure of who to try and take on, one officer would call for back up, while the other two attempted to fire at both the Hood and Ghost Rider.

The bullets would hit the cape of the Hood, though they would not be able to pierce the supernatural fabric. And of course, it was doubtful that normal bullets would do much to put down the Ghost Rider. Yet the brave cops decided to see if they could bring both of them in.

"PUT YOUR HANDS UP! YOU'RE BOTH UNDER ARREST! DROP THE....FLAMING CHAIN AND THE GUNS! NOW!"

"f**k off pigs! Go after the obvious flaming skull monster and not me! I ain't the threat here! Even though I blew your car up but that shit was expected for trying to ruin my f**k**g business!"

He'd attempt to aim his gun towards the officer, ready to blow them both apart with one bullet at the ground between them both. Perhaps the Rider could intervene and stop this before things get really ugly?

[Zeronone]

The Rider looked on as the intended target for his fireball seemed to be enveloped by his cloak and removed from the spot to another. The flaming fireball continuing on before it vanished into the sky. He turned his head to see where his prey went when he saw him. There was the sound like a hissing snake as one of the magic bullets careened into Robbie's shoulder, blowing his body into a weird angle before it fixed itself. The second one he turned his body, the bullet flying by.

Robbie didn't even acknowledge the police as they fired at him, the bullets hitting his suit and falling to the ground as melted slag. He walked towards the hooded figure, the chain in his right hand would grow spikes along it, each one glowing orange from the heat flowing in. The tip of it transforming from a simple spike into a sickle like blade. He brought his arm back, about to swing it at the hooded figure when he saw the gun turn to aim at the cops. With a roar, he ran forward, jumping in front of them as the magic bullet hit him in the back.

For the second time that night, The Rider found himself jetted forward. This time he hit a police car, crumping it under the force of the impact as well as the much denser body of the Rider. It took a couple of moments, but Ghost Rider stood up. Head turning to look back at the Hooded figure. Reaching out, he grabbed one of the cops and yanked away his gun. Time to fight fire with fire.

He aimed the weapon and as he did, hellfire coated the weapon. Changing it into a long barrel dark design with small chains around it, the barrel glowing orange. The Rider fired; the bullet was more of a miniature fire ball as it rocketed towards the Hooded figure. If it hit well the damage would be that of a mini exploding rocket.

[bio858]

Unexpectedly, the Ghost Rider would jump in to take the blast from the magical guns of the Hood, saving the cops in the process. The blast would send the Rider flying towards the cops that had tried to fire upon the both of them, leaving the officers stunned in both fear and shock. One of the cops would drop his gun as his partner had his snatched by the Rider's grasp, and both decided to start running in fear. One of the officers would speak into their radio, calling for backup due to the supernatural phenomena occurring right in front of their eyes.

Though they didn't matter in the large scheme of things. The main event were these 2 players right here. With the Ghost Rider standing back up after regenerating the flaming hole in his chest from the previous bullet hole from before. The rider would fire his flaming bullet from his new gun that he had obtained. Now there was no time for Parker to react. Except for his supernatural "friend" that had also taken over his body, just to fire a magical bullet right at the flaming projectile too.

"Wait what, OH SHI-!"

A large explosion would occur in front of both figures, more than likely knocking both back quite a ways. With the Hood's body definitely being sent flying from the initial explosion. Parker would be knocked unconscious, seemingly leaving the Rider the victor. All he had to do now was grab the villain and finish this once and for all, if the Anti-Hero could get back up on his feet.

[Zeronone]

For the third time that night, Robbie found himself flying through the air and landing on a car. The crunching metal under his flaming form, while didn't hurt, was getting very annoying. He laid there for a few moments as his healing kicked in and repaired the damage. He crawled out of the wreckage caused by himself being launched like a missile into it. Looking around, he saw cops running, hiding, some guns drawn with wide eyes trying to figure out what to do. Ignoring the non-threats, he turned his flaming sockets to the person who started this night. Seeing the figure laid out on the ground.

The Rider walked forward, flaming boots crunching in the grass leaving behind a trail. That magic weapon was a pain in the ass but didn't seem to do anything more than ragdoll him. Arriving to the side of the unconcise being on the ground, he stared down at him. A bony hand reached down grabbing the figure by the throat and yanked him up with one hand, holding the being aloft. He turned to the cops and let out a piercing whistle, impressive considering he didn't have lips.

The roar of a powerful engine filled the air, and the Hell Charger came barreling through. Knocking aside two cop cars before pulling up beside Robbie. The Rider walked around to the trunk, and it popped open on its own. Inside was a swirling red vortex, those nearby would smell sulfur and brimstone. The Rider moved the villain over it and released him.