(http://www.espaciomarvelita.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/Ghost_Rider+Concept_Art_by_Jerad_S_Marantz_02a.jpg)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>NAME:</strong> Ghost Rider<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> New York Street<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Deadpool, Open</span><br/><br/>The girls watched as the two lumps of flesh fell to the dusty pavement with a wet splat. They Huddled in fear, whimpering at the sight of this walking hellish creature before them. The Other thugs, started to circle around the Rider, some afraid. Others too stupid to be afraid. "PUTA!" one thug screamed as he charged the Flaming skeleton, a crowbar in his hand. He brought it down with all his might across the Rider's lower mandible. The Rider's head snapped to the side as his jaw hung by one joint, rocking side to side. Threatening to fall off completely. The Girls could only watch, Their Fates with the Demon uncertain, but they were sure didn't didn't bode well. "HA! Takes that you fucker!" the Thug crowed in victory as the Rider's eyes slowly tilted up, and glared at him. His hand coming up, and grabbing the mandible. He reset the bone with a crunch that had the girls stomach churning. When the Demonic biker looked back at the thug that struck him. he raised his hand with the index finger extended upwards. Moving it in a sweeping Arc back, and forth in a mocking scolding manner.<br/><br/>the very next instant, the Rider's left fist came up, and uppercutted the gangbanger. Sending him skywards as his right arm drew back. the Chain unfurling from around his forearm, skittering back behind him. When the Rider decided the sack of flesh was high enough, He whipped his chain out, and the links ensnared the middle of the youth. With a sharp jerk, the Rider yanked him down, and slammed him hard into the pavement. The body bursting into flame, and ash. the Impact, hard enough to leave a crater.<br/><br/>The Rider let out a deep guttural laugh. He truly enjoyed the Killing of the Corrupted, and on a level, So did George. One of the thugs finally got it in his head to draw his gun. It was nothing more than a 9mm zipgun, but it was something that he could use so as to not get close to the Flaming harbinger of Death. He drew a bead on the Rider's back. Firing, the gun made a "Pap!" sound that echoed against the surrounding buildings. the Bullets ripped through the cotton t-shirt, glowing holes forming where they entered. Fives shots Fired, Five shots entering the hellish inferno of the Rider's back. Instantly the Rider's head snapped around as he glared at the terrified man. The Rider would cross the few feet between them in only a couple of strides. The Man raised the gun to fire again, but the Rider's hand clamped down on the Gun, and the gunman's hand. The Metal intantly began to melt as the man started yelling in pain. The Rider stood there, before him. Watching as the flames  around his head flicked lazily into the air.<br/><br/>The man's screams continued as he felt a burning sensation deep within him. Soon, steam started to come out of his nose, mouth, ears, and eyes. His skin started to glow a soft orange color as bright yellow, and orange fissures started to appear in jagged lines along his skin. the Rider was burning him alive from the inside out. The Rider let out a low hiss of pleasure as he watched the life slowly evaporate from the Corrupted's eyes. The Screams became louder, and louder as the pain was all he could sense, and feel. Suddenly, the flesh began to crumble, and float away on the wind like burning embers into the darkening sky. The Thug lost the power to stand, and yet he still burned. Burned until there was nothing left, but ash.