A Brief Interlude

A darker, edgier, gorier, never before seen, Punisher-MAX esque take on Johnny Blaze as Ghost Rider. Warning. There will be graphic descriptions of violence and extremely explicit language

Blaze snapped out of his stupor and slowly stood from the pews, his legs and knees sore from sitting in quiet thought for so long. "Well s**t." He said to himself "I don't exactly know what happened last night, but let's hope it wasn't that big of a deal. I just hope the Laughtons don't know I'm back in tow-" Johnny abruptly stopped and the exclaimed "f**k it. It's not like I have friends in this town anymore anyways. Something is better than nothing at this point" Johnny said to himself, continuing to walk out of the church. Johnny then remembered that the last thing he did was come by the gas station and that his was no where to be found. Blaze figured that he would write it off. After all, it was probably impounded by now, so why even bother looking for it? "I think it's time to dispense with any sense of normality at this point. That truck was all I had left, but this... This'll do I guess." Blaze tapped into a sort of sixth sense, in the same way you would flex a muscle. Blaze sensed his, or rather, the Rider's custom Yamaha chopper outside in the bushes, near the roadside. While the vehicle didn't have a license plate, Johnny was intrinsically connected to it. Blaze figured that he would steal a plate from his dad's old car lot from under the Laughton's noses, and rode into the greater section of the town, while the morning air was still crisp.

Author's Note

Yes. It's been almost four years. I started college and got depressed and busy. I don't remember the exact idea I had for the immediate chapter after Recollection, but I do have a few ideas for the entirety of this series. If anyone is still here, stay tuned!