Chapter 3:I am vengeance!(Re-Written)

A WEEK PASSED...

New York...

Jojo's Apartment...

For the past seven days, Jojo had been preparing his music album and a suitable script for his company, All Entertainment's first project.

With Sara's assistance, he efficiently selected talented crew members and workers.

Jojo had chosen to produce Home Alone, knowing how beloved the movie was in his previous world, especially among children.

Mike was handling the desk work and other crucial tasks.

He had been hired by Sara after she thoroughly examined his credentials.

"Sara, what's the update on our projects?"

Jojo asked while eating his toast with milk.

"Sir, our music album will be released today at 3 PM, and Director Kang is pleased with the script you sent. He wants to start casting the main leads."

"Sara, send the profiles of the artists we filtered yesterday to his email and notify him to choose from them."

"Yes, sir,"

Sara replied in her usual calm voice.

Jojo sat on the sofa, watching the news while drinking his milk.

Suddenly, he realized that he hadn't left his apartment in the past week.

"Sara, buy a motorcycle for me. I feel like going sightseeing,"

he said casually.

"Sir, I need confirmation on which motorcycle you want."

Jojo thought for a moment.

"Hmm… Sara, send me pictures of the top-trending motorcycles on the market."

"Yes, sir."

After reviewing the pictures, Jojo's eyes lit up upon seeing a specific model.

"Sara, I need this one,"

he said with a huge grin.

"Sir, the motorcycle has been purchased and will arrive at 3 PM today."

"What about the paperwork?"

Jojo asked, knowing he was only 16.

"Sir, don't worry. I slightly adjusted your age for the purchase."

Jojo smirked and continued watching TV until Sara informed him that Mike was calling.

"Sara, connect the call."

Connecting the call…

"Good afternoon, sir. Your album has launched, and the report has been sent to your email."

"Got it, Mike. Also, oversee the casting process. Director Kang will make the final selections."

"Yes, sir,"

Mike responded professionally.

Call ended…

"Sir, your motorcycle has arrived."

Jojo headed to the parking lot and signed the registration documents.

Despite being only 16, he was 5'8" with a lean, muscular build.

His eyes sparkled as he admired his new Harley Davidson.

The bike's sleek black and silver design, accented with blue flames at the end of the silencer, made it look utterly badass.

He mounted the bike, inserted the key, and turned it on.

DING!

VROOM... VROOM...

The powerful sound of the engine sent shivers down his spine.

He revved the accelerator a few times before taking off at an illegal speed, grinning wildly.

As the sun set and the sky darkened, Jojo decided to stop at a restaurant for fried chicken and French fries.

While ordering, he noticed a schoolgirl glaring angrily at the receptionist.

Curious, he turned to look in the same direction.

A woman in a wedding dress sat atop a man who was chatting with another woman.

Jojo's brows furrowed. Why is she sitting on top of him, and why is nobody reacting?

Then he saw something even stranger—the server walked straight through the schoolgirl as if she weren't there.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Jojo blurted out.

The entire restaurant turned to stare at him—including the schoolgirl and the woman in the wedding dress.

Their gazes locked onto him, and both began walking in his direction.

Jojo felt a chill run down his spine.

'Oh fuck… What have you done, Jojo? How could you forget? YOU ARE THE GHOST RIDER. YOU CAN SEE FUCKING GHOSTS!'

He immediately turned and made his way to the exit, rushing to his motorcycle.

VROOM… VROOM…

He sped away, but as he was driving, he suddenly heard a child scream.

Slamming the brakes, he turned towards the sound.

A dark alley. He exhaled sharply before making his way inside.

"I think it's time for some action,"

Jojo muttered with a devilish grin.

His heart pounded. It was his first time activating his true power.

He gulped, knowing what was about to happen.

A warm sensation spread through his body.

The temperature around him began to rise rapidly. His flesh started melting, and with each step, he left behind fiery footprints.

But there was no pain. Only power.

Jojo's body burned to a crisp, his hair and skin consumed in an inferno.

Now, he saw them—the child, desperately trying to protect his bleeding mother, and three gangsters laughing as they continued their assault.

"RAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

The monstrous roar echoed through the alley.

The gangsters and the child turned toward him, their faces frozen in terror.

The Ghost Rider stood before them—a blazing skeleton wreathed in hellfire, his eyes burning with judgment.

The gangsters stumbled back.

"W-What the hell are you?!"

one of them stammered, legs trembling.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

The laughter echoed through the darkness.

"ME? I AM VENGEANCE."

The Ghost Rider clenched his flaming fists, his skull grinning menacingly.

"AND YOU… YOU ARE ALL GUILTY."

His fiery gaze locked onto them, his Judgment burning deep into their souls.

The flames of Hell had arrived in New York.

And tonight, justice would be served.

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(Author's POV)

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