Blood Brothers
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It was happening again. The Rider was free and about to feast on the souls of the mindless sinners that dotted the broken neighborhoods of Los Angeles. The ones he was riding after, they werenât exactly horrible. Just a couple run of the mill thugs whoâd been mugging people all around this area for weeks now. Time to teach them a lesson. The Hell Charger screeched right through the streets until the criminals make their way into the back alley. Ghost Rider exits his vehicle and follows them, flaming chain in hand and ready for anything to come.Â
âWho is-?â Johnny facepalmed. This was not going as easy as he had thought.
âOkay, kiddo. Letâs try somethinâ else. How did ya become a Ghost Rider the first time?â The older Ghost Rider ask. âAnd please make it quick. I gotta pee.â
âPee?â Robbie went from startled at the prospect of another Ghost Rider to confused and terrified at how casual this man was acting about all this, the man who turned him all those years ago. âFirst time I transformed was after you gave me the shard of Zarathos. After that I just needed to keep feeding him, on miscreates, monsters and the like.â The younger Rider gritted his teeth and began to walk closer.Â
âLook, can you just tell me whatâs going on? Why are you back, and what does it have to do with me?âÂ
















