(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: 12pt;"><strong>NAME:</strong> Ghost Rider<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> New York Street. <br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Deadpool, Open</span><br/><br/>The four Girls whimpered, and huddled together in fear as they watched the Rider mutilate their attackers. What did he want? Was he trying to help them? That was impossible, just look at him! There was no way that<em>It</em>was Good, and they were right. THe Ghost Rider was neither Good, nor Evil. He was Vengeance, and the Balancer of the forces of Heaven, and Hell on Earth. The girls squeaked as another joined the Fray. A strange looking man in a red body suit, and wearing a red Hockey mask. Was he there to attack them too!? As much as they wanted to turn away, the couldn't. The Scene was simply two Gruesome, and it will fuel their nightmares for a long time to come. At least with Ultron, He killed you quickly, and looked rather painless in comparison. These two strangers seemed to be enjoying inflicting as much pain as humanly possible on the thugs right before killing them.<br/><br/>The Rider spared a moment to watch Deadpool dispatch a large portion of the assaulting group. Deadpool was certainly skilled, and vicious. Something that the Rider could appreciate. Seening the limping Gangbanger trying to make his way towards the girls, The Rider whipped out his chain, and lassoed him, around his broken leg. The chain tightening painfully around as he dragged the man away from the girls. THe man clawing, and trying to break free. Even if it meant he tore off his own leg. WIth a sharp jerk, the Rider had him up in the air, spinning around, and around over his head like a kite on the string. The Man's screaming echoing off the crumbled buildings around them all. once he was going fast enough, the Rider let enough slack out of the chain to cause him to slam into the side of the building. Splattering like an over ripe tomato.<br/><br/>The remaining three thugs that were left to him seemed to be real reluctant to approach. Not that they were any safer at a distance. Yet, the arrival of the five others helped to embolden them to make a stand. It was this time that the Rider decided to bring this farce to a close, and show these maggots what they're facing. Clenching his fist, The Rider jumped up into the air, and brought his fist crashing down into the asphalt. From his fist, a Fiery wall quickly exploded outward all around, incinerating the remaining Eight thugs in the blink of an eye. However, It appeared that the Fire was going to also wash over the four girls. They screamed in terror as they watched the wall rapidly approaching them.<br/><br/>Yet, as the Hellish flames washed over them. They didn't feel the searing pain, nor were incinerated. All they would feel was the light brush of a warm breeze across their skin. Once it was over, and they looked around. All they saw was the Rider, and Deadpool. The Girls quickly shot to their feet, and dashed over to Deadpool. Figuring their chances of survival were much higher with him, than they were the demonic biker. The Rider watched as they ran from him as all the others ran from him. It was the same reaction, no matter who he saved. Terror, and screaming. He long since grew cold to the pain of rejection. He simply turned away, and whistled once more for Sophia, his Loyal Motorcycle.<br/><br/>Sophia:<br/>(http://images.amazon.com/images/G/01/dvd/sony/ghostrider/ghostrider6lrg.jpg)