Becoming the Rider: Prt 2
Mar. 12th, 2007 08:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hellsbountyhunterFort Worth Texas
9:30 PM.
When one is kidnapped against one's will by otherworldly forces, there's little that someone with no spectacular abilities, other then winning the crowd and doing stupid human tricks, can do.
So when Grace the roaring lion came to life with Johnny Blaze in toe, there was little for him to do but Hang On.
She stops in an old train yard far outside the city limits. I know this place
Rationality takes strange forms at strange times, particularly in this case.
This is the place they have kids go on field trips. An Old timey train station, still in circulation just for tourists who came to see Texas history.
Proud of noticing, Johnny allowed himself a split second of triumph for gaining a handle on the situation, before Grace bucked him like a horse.
He slid across the pavement, greatful to be off his chopper, greatful to be spared...
Only to have that massive inferno engulf him once again, the pain and feeling double. Even triple . The Fire consumed him, and this was no ordinary fire.
In the beginning there was the word and the word made flesh and all that. And after the battle when Lucifer crawled into the pit, he only discovered the fire. A pretender. A secondary tenant.
It was older. Much older. A remenant of something much darker then it should have been. A part of an elder god? A feeling that the one in power had left behind?
I am not mere fire the inferno whispered I am feeling, passion, vengence, hatred. I am living flame mere mortal. Tremble in my grasp, writhe before my power. You. are. MINE.
Johnny screamed.
He screamed as his eyeballs were burned from their sockets, cursing God and every divine being to walk this and any other earth as the fire climbed up his spine and helped his flesh to melt away.
He was dying.
On the outside of the pain with what little of his mind remained, Johnny registered the smell of his own burning flesh and hair.
With his death, something inside him took over, stealing life with each painful spasm that the throes of dying threw him into. He could only gasp in surprise at the entity, who's will and memories surfaced beneath his own. What monster was this? Why god, is this happening to me?
GOD HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH IT.
The little mind that remained to Johnny Blaze went the way of the dinosaur.
What are you? (Am I? Am Me?)
VENGEANCE
Johnny laughed as the thing tore the rest of his flesh away, leaving him to curl up in a corner of his mind as the Rider took the reigns.
No matter. This mortal was only a vessel for his Master's power. He had no need for sanity. No need for safety. There were things to do.
He was a Rider. And He was Needed.
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9:30 PM.
When one is kidnapped against one's will by otherworldly forces, there's little that someone with no spectacular abilities, other then winning the crowd and doing stupid human tricks, can do.
So when Grace the roaring lion came to life with Johnny Blaze in toe, there was little for him to do but Hang On.
She stops in an old train yard far outside the city limits. I know this place
Rationality takes strange forms at strange times, particularly in this case.
This is the place they have kids go on field trips. An Old timey train station, still in circulation just for tourists who came to see Texas history.
Proud of noticing, Johnny allowed himself a split second of triumph for gaining a handle on the situation, before Grace bucked him like a horse.
He slid across the pavement, greatful to be off his chopper, greatful to be spared...
Only to have that massive inferno engulf him once again, the pain and feeling double. Even triple . The Fire consumed him, and this was no ordinary fire.
In the beginning there was the word and the word made flesh and all that. And after the battle when Lucifer crawled into the pit, he only discovered the fire. A pretender. A secondary tenant.
It was older. Much older. A remenant of something much darker then it should have been. A part of an elder god? A feeling that the one in power had left behind?
I am not mere fire the inferno whispered I am feeling, passion, vengence, hatred. I am living flame mere mortal. Tremble in my grasp, writhe before my power. You. are. MINE.
Johnny screamed.
He screamed as his eyeballs were burned from their sockets, cursing God and every divine being to walk this and any other earth as the fire climbed up his spine and helped his flesh to melt away.
He was dying.
On the outside of the pain with what little of his mind remained, Johnny registered the smell of his own burning flesh and hair.
With his death, something inside him took over, stealing life with each painful spasm that the throes of dying threw him into. He could only gasp in surprise at the entity, who's will and memories surfaced beneath his own. What monster was this? Why god, is this happening to me?
GOD HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH IT.
The little mind that remained to Johnny Blaze went the way of the dinosaur.
What are you? (Am I? Am Me?)
VENGEANCE
Johnny laughed as the thing tore the rest of his flesh away, leaving him to curl up in a corner of his mind as the Rider took the reigns.
No matter. This mortal was only a vessel for his Master's power. He had no need for sanity. No need for safety. There were things to do.
He was a Rider. And He was Needed.
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