Ghost Rider: Inferno On Wheels
The forest blended into a palette of green and brown hues. I revved my bike’s engine. Flames engulfed it, casting an eerie glow on the trees. The wind whipped through my helmet, and the engine’s sound roared like a beast.
“You’re a demon on wheels, Ghost Rider!” A voice echoed in my mind.
It was a remnant of the pact that bound me to the Spirit of Vengeance. This voice fueled my adrenaline. I leaned into a turn, the tires screeching as I took the curve at breakneck speed. The forest floor was a green and brown blur, the trees mere shadows as I sped past.
The air was thick with the scent of pine and smoke. The smell of brimstone and hellfire clung to my bike like a bad omen. I felt alive. The rush of power and speed filled me with excitement. The wind’s sheer force slammed against my body. Adrenaline pumped through my veins like liquid fire.
Suddenly, a figure stepped onto the path ahead, eyes glowing like embers.
“You’ll never outrun the darkness, Ghost Rider!” it snarled, its voice a chilling echo from beyond, a reminder of the supernatural forces I was up against.
I gritted my teeth, the hellfire burning brighter as I accelerated. The figure leaped out of the way just in time. Its movement defied human limits. Its eyes blazed with fury as I sped past.
The forest gave way to a clearing, the moon hanging low in the sky like a silver crescent. I hit the throttle, the bike surging ahead like a demon unleashed.
“Ride, Ghost Rider, ride!” The voice in my mind urged me to continue.
The engine roared, and the wind rushed past, drowning out the words. I was one with the bike, the flames, and the night. We forged a bond in the crucible of speed and power. I felt every twist and turn, every throttle surge as if it were my heartbeat. I was unstoppable and unrelenting. The forest was my domain. I became its fiery specter, riding through the shadows. I left all else in my wake.
By Shamarie Knight