-Year: 2017-
-Location: Oakland, California-
[No One's POV]

An abandoned warehouse is seen at night, voices being heard from it.

"Hell yeah!" one voice says. "Once we sell all of this we're gonna be rich!"

The scene switches to inside the warehouse to show a large gang with stolen tech from AIM, SHIELD, and Stark Industries all around them. The entire gang cheers in excitement at the mention of being rich.

"Keep it down you idiots!" another says. "You want to get caught?!"

The gang soon quiets down and they start to discuss on where to sell the tech.

"I say the black market!" one says.

"No!" the leader says. "It's too easy to trace if we sell it there. We're selling this to Fisk."

"Wait, that fat balloon?" another gang member asks. "What makes you think he'll keep his part of the deal, Shultz?"

"Cuz I already contacted him," the leader, now known as Herman Shultz, says. "He says he'll buy everything for over 10,000,000,000 dollars."

A hush was brought upon the warehouse as some look shocked at the amount of money they're getting paid.

"What are you all gawking at?" Shultz asks. "Get going! LOAD UP EVERYTHING!"

Soon they all start to load the tech into cargo trucks as others stand guard at some places such as outside the warehouse and on the roof. Then the scene moves to show two searching the perimeter in case anyone unwanted shows up. They are talking as they walk.

"Yo. Watched the game last night?" the guy on the left asks his partner.

"No," the guy on the right says. "What happened?"

The other guard goes to talk about what happened at last night's game. As he talks, a chain is seen wrapping itself around the other guy's ankle. Feeling something around his ankle, he looks down at the chain and before he can question anything he is suddenly yanked away into the darkness of night. His partner looks in shock at where the other man was before hearing a faint but still audible sound. The same sound you can hear from a fireplace. He turns around and, before he can scream or shoot, a hand latches onto his throat.

Back inside the warehouse, Herman Shultz is seen overlooking the load-up process when he suddenly hears screams and gunshots from outside. He looks at a nearby window to see the blurry figures of people fighting against... something monstrous. Shultz widens his eyes as he realizes who this attacker is and head into his office to get something that'll help him take down the attacker.

On the lower floor of the warehouse, the guards inside are seen lining up to shoot at whoever was attacking them. Was it an Avenger? A vigilante? A monster?

Suddenly everything goes quiet outside before a man's mangled amd burnt body is sent flying through the doors of the warehouse. Then a terrifying sight was seen. It was the flaming skeleton spotted all throughout the world by many people. They stated he was called the Ghost Rider, a being who cared nothing for the lives of the ones he hunts. And he was right at this gang's door.

The men then started shooting at the Ghost Rider who only stood there in annoyance, taking the bullets like he was a tank. Soon the gang members run out of ammo and they all look at each other in fear.

"Ya done?" Ghost Rider asks as he takes out his chains. "Good. MY TURN."

He then swings his chains around and then, with one clean swipe, turns every single person in the warehouse into ashes and waste.

"This is seriously it?" the Rider asks in shock. "For people who stole from some of the most fortified companies in the world you're weak as hell. It's really disappointing--GAH!"

The Spirit of Vengeance is then sent flying through a wall as he was hit to a strong energy blast. He gets back up to his feet easily as he pushes the debris off of him.

"Who the FUCK blasted me?!" the Rider asked in anger.

"I believe that would be me, my friend," Shultz's voice says and the Rider turns to see a fully suited Herman Shultz. Or should he be called "The Shocker"?

"Nice little gloves you got there," the Ghost Rider tells Shultz. "What? Mommy gave you enough cash to buy them?"

"You know, you really remind me of a VERY annoying spider-hero," Shocker tells the Rider.

"Hmmmm.... lemme guess," the flaming skeleton says as he holds his chains in his hands, making them go aflame. "Spider-Man? Gave you an ass-kicking didn't he? Good. I'm about to give ya another one."

The Brimstone Biker then wraps his chains around his fist and charges at the Shocker. Shocker readies himself as he charges up one of his gauntlets with energy and swings a fist at the Rider who only ducks under it and gut punches the villain with his chain-covered fist. Shultz then recoils in pain before going to drive another energized fist into the skull of the Ghost Rider who only catches his gauntlet and punches it, breaking the tech on his arm. Angry, Shocker blasts the Rider away from him and holds his now damaged arm in pain.

"Damn you," Shultz tells the boney beast.

"Not the first to tell me that," the skeleton states. "And ya ain't gonna be the last."

"I'M GONNA SEND YOU TO HELL!" Shocker vows as he aims his energy gauntlet behind him and blasts himself over to the Rider.

He goes to kick the anti-hero but the Rider catches his leg and slams Shocker into the ground on the other side of him. The Brimstone Biker then raises his still chain-covered fist and slams it into Shultz's mask, breaking it and revealing Herman Shultz's bloodied face. The Rider then picks the Shocker up by his shirt and makes him look at his face.

"Any last words before I send YOU to Hell?" the Spirit of Vengeance asks the criminal.

"Yeah. Fuck you," Shultz says and spits a mixture of blood and saliva at the Rider's skull, only to have it evaporate away before it can even touch his skull.

"So be it," the anti-hero says and places his hand on Shultz's head. "BURN."

At this, fire started to spread from Shocker's head and snake its way down his body and the man screams in pain. He soon turns to ash and the Rider lets out a satisfied huff as he lets the ash fall from his hands.

The Rider then walks off and to his bike as he slowly turns into James Ryder.

[James' POV]

"Good job, James. You keep on getting better and better at this stuff."

"Thanks, Z," I tell the voice in my head. "I do my best."

"Well you need to do better than that cuz one day we may have to fight someone stronger than any of these mortals and maybe even as strong or stronger than us."

"Haha! STRONGER than us?" I laugh. "HA! Not possible."

As I wait for Zarathos' response I hop on my bike and drive off.

"There IS someone stronger than us. That's God. He has the power to easily kill us and send us into oblivion. And since you no longer have a soul you will cease to exist since you wouldn't go to either Heaven OR Hell."

"WHAT?!" I question. "I don't want to not exist!"

"Then fucking don't PISS OFF GOD!"

"Okay! Okay," I say. "I won't. Jeez, what's got you bones in a twist?"

"Something is... OFF. I can feel it. Haven't you felt weird since we buried Killmonger?"

"Um... no, not really," I inform.

"You're probably the best or the worst Ghost Rider I have ever seen."

"Love ya too, Zar," I tell the Spirit of Vengeance.

Yeah, it's been two months since the whole fiasco in Wakanda and ever since then Wakanda has revealed itself to the world. Since then they've been sharing their tech as well as their ideas and materials. I even stop by at their first outreach center from time to time to talk with some of the people. It's also been a quiet two months and nothing too exciting has happened except for Shultz. But even he was only a warm-up along with his crew.

"Uuuuuuuuh, James?"

"Yes?"

"Are you paying attention to the road?"

"Uuh, yeah," I say. "If I didn't then who would be driving?"

"Then you know that any sign of life is nonexistent right now, right?"

"What?" I question and look around at the street I'm on to see there were no people.

No birds on the wires or even the occasional squirrel or something. That is extremely odd.

"The hell?" I question as I continue to gaze at the lifeless street. Even the sound of cars can't be heard in the distance.

"This is very strange."

"It is," I say. "Stay alert Zarathos. Imma need you to take control in case I'm unable to do anything."

"Roger that."

As I continued to drive my bike, but at a much slower pace, I started coughing. At first it was nothing, then smoke and ash started to come out, then fire.

"The--COUGH COUGH!-- hell?" I ask as more flames come from my mouth.

Then my bike started to burn as well as it started to lurch forward a few times.

"WOAH!" I shout as I try to gain control of my Panhead Chopper. "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THIS THING?! ZARATHOS! ARE YOU DOING THIS?!"

"No! What makes you think that?!"

"Cuz you're the only person that can take control of my bike with your powe-EEEEEEEEEEERS!" I start to say and then yell as my bike starts to speed forward without me making it. "AAAAAAAAAH!"

The bike keeps on increasing its speed as if it's taken control of itself. Then the road in front of me collapsed in on itself and fire and smoke started to emerge from it.

"Oh shit," I say and the bike plunges itself down the hole.

But it wasn't a hole. In fact, it was a street of sorts and it was surrounded by fire and what seemed like screaming souls.

"Whaaaaaaat theeeeeee heeeeeeeeelll?" I question in complete awe.

"Oh my god it's beautiful."

"Excuse me?" I ask Zarathos.

"N-nothing! Ignore what I said!"

"Hold on a minute," I say. "You better explain yourself before I--WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

The bike suddenly increased its speed again and lurches forward. I grip the handles to not fly off my own bike as I near a flaming vortex. I then pass through it and find myself in what seemed to be... a Hellish version of Earth? I didn't have much of a chance to ponder this because my bike suddenly grow out of control and turns into an alleyway, crashing.

"Aaaauugh," I groan and get back to my feet.

Once I do, I look to see my now totalled bike.

"Sunova bitch," I whisper in annoyance and look around. "Great. Now, where am I?"

"I'd say we're in Hell."

"Hell? Seriously?" I question. "Grrrreeat! How wonderful. How the fuck did we get here?"

"I dunno. But all I know is that we went through that portal and now I'm tired as hell. So we won't be able to transform for some time."

"Damn," I say. "We're in Hell and we don't have a way to defend ourselves. Can we at least summon our bike?"

"No. We can only fix it up but we can't turn it into a Hellcycle until we get our energy back."

"Well, at least it's something," I say and look at a wall to see a flyer. "What's this?"

I walk over to it and yank it off the brick wall so I can read it.

COME DOWN TO THE HAPPY HOTEL!

JOIN US ON A PATH OF REHABILITATION AND A JOURNEY TO HEAVEN!

COME DOWN TO THE HAPPY HOTEL AND ENJOY YOUR STAY AT 690 14th STREET!

The flyer then showed a picture of the words HAPPY HOTEL on it. It was also a very bright flyer and could literally blind someone if they didn't look properly at it.

"What do you make of this, Zarathos?" I ask the fallen angel.

"It's stupid. That's all I have to say. But it could be a good place to stay and lay low while we regain our strength."

"Yeesh. Mean," I say. "But you're right. We could use a place to stay while here, and I am NOT sleeping on the street."

I put the flyer in my jacket pocket and walk over to my bike.

"Okay. Time to fix you up," I say and grab the handles of my bike.

As I grab the handles, I lift the bike up and as I do so it starts to meld together. Once it's up on its wheels it was fully fixed and ready to go.

"All right, Z," I say as I hop onto my Panhead Chopper, "let's ride."

At this I speed off and on my way to this "Happy Hotel". Let's see how this goes.