The criminal blinked, confusion clouding his face. “What? You want to kill her too?”Richard’s gaze darkened. “No. I’m here to rescue her. I’m not leaving without her.”The criminal’s jaw dropped in disbelief, a nervous laugh bubbling up in his chest. “Rescue her? Are you insane? The only smart thing we can do is get the hell out of here before we all end up like these poor bastards.”More prisoners gathered, drawn by the exchange, murmuring amongst themselves. The mention of the president’s daughter seemed to send a ripple of uneasy curiosity through the crowd.Richard’s voice cut through the rising whispers like a blade. “I wasn’t captured by the aliens. I came here on my own terms.” His words carried a weight that silenced the crowd. “And I’m not leaving without the president’s daughter.”The criminal’s laugh turned hollow. “You’re out of your mind.” He stared at Richard for a long moment, only to find no trace of doubt in his eyes. The conviction was unnerving.“So, you’re saying
Richard's thoughts churned as he recalled the pegasus’ warning. "Is this why the pegasus asked me to hide my identity as the Ghost Rider?"He turned his attention to the notorious criminal, his gaze sharp. "What's your name?""I'm Addams," the man replied, his voice rough but steady."Alright, Addams. You're in charge now." Richard's voice was firm, authoritative. "We need to dispose of these dead bodies before things get out of hand."Addams raised an eyebrow. "The aliens will be here any moment," he said. "The prelude is today, so they’ll take care of the bodies."As if on cue, the doors opened, and four aliens entered, their weapons gleaming under the dim lights. One of them was scarred—the same one who had eyed Richard with suspicion before.Richard’s muscles tensed, his senses heightened. He knew the real game was just beginning.The aliens scanned the dead bodies on the floor with keen interest, muttering among themselves, "More dead bodies today. Humans are foolish, always figh
"My fellow soldiers and wise men, the day we have been waiting for has finally arrived," the alien proclaimed, his voice echoing through the stadium."For far too long, humans have dominated our kind. We have lived in obscurity, trapped by the Ghost Riders who prevented us from exploring foreign worlds."A murmur rippled through the crowd, a mix of anger and anticipation. The alien paused, letting the tension build before continuing."But now, our time to reign has come, and these humans are our puppets now!"The aliens erupted in cheers, their voices a mixture of excitement and aggression before falling silent once more."Here, before you, we have the last Ghost Rider on Earth. We will mate with her and end the Ghost Rider race forever!"The crowd drummed in approval, their enthusiasm echoing through the air like thunder, drowning out Richard's racing thoughts. As the elder spoke of the Ghost Rider’s impending fate, Richard's heart sank. This was not just a tournament; it was a sini
The elder furrowed his brow, his sharp eyes fixed on Richard as though trying to decipher the game these frail humans were playing. He knew well enough that humans, though weak, were not foolish. They understood when the odds were against them, so there had to be more to this challenge than reckless bravado.For a moment, the elder considered simply ordering the execution of all the prisoners. It would be quick, decisive, and rid him of this nuisance. But then, he hesitated. Killing them outright would cost him the respect of the alien masses. They would whisper that he had been afraid to face a human challenge, and such whispers could shatter his carefully cultivated reputation. He needed to maintain his image—he had to play the role of a strategist, not just a brute.Acting like a seasoned politician, the elder took a different approach. "Does your fellow prisoners agree with you?" he asked, his voice smooth, calculated. He motioned to the men standing behind Richard, trying to sh
Ever since her capture, the president's daughter hadn’t spoken a word. Silence had been her shield, but today, she shattered it with a single, powerful declaration.The aliens, well-versed in hierarchy and the weight of authority, understood the significance of her words. They whispered among themselves, stunned by the unexpected defiance from someone of such stature.The elder, still wearing that thin, calculating smile, strolled over to the other elders. They huddled together, conversing in their foreign tongue, nodding and exchanging glances. After some time, the elder returned, his gaze locking onto the president’s daughter, as though acknowledging her boldness."Very well," he whispered, turning his back to her and addressing the prisoners once more.Richard, watching it all unfold, let out a soft sigh, touched by the president’s daughter’s unexpected courage. Tears gathered in his eyes, a rare crack in his hardened exterior. His entire life had been a series of betrayals—friend
The prisoners charged toward Richard in a frenzied rush, their weapons raised high, their voices echoing in a symphony of bloodlust. The crowd roared in anticipation, and the air seemed to crackle with violent energy.But just as they were mere feet away, ready to strike—Richard stopped time.The world around him froze. The prisoners were suspended mid-charge, their weapons poised to strike, but motionless. The aliens in the stands, once noisy, were now statues frozen in their wild excitement. The dust in the air hung still, and the clamor of the crowd vanished, replaced by an eerie silence.Everything was trapped in this timeless moment—except for the elder.Richard slowly straightened, his breath steady, surveying the scene around him. His gaze finally fell on the elder, who stood unfazed, watching him intently. A knowing smile tugged at the corners of the elder's lips."You possess the ability to manipulate time," the elder remarked, his voice echoing in the frozen arena. "Interes
Richard fired the gun repeatedly, each shot echoing through the stadium. The Elder stumbled backward, grunting in pain as the bullets found their mark."Is this what you call power?" Richard taunted, a fierce determination lighting up his eyes. The Elder, now on the ground, glared up at him, disbelief mingling with fury."You think mere bullets can stop me?" he snarled, his voice strained. Yet Richard could see the doubt creeping into the Elder’s expression."You may be strong, but even you can bleed," Richard shot back, stepping closer, emboldened by the sight of his foe faltering. He knew he had the advantage now, and he wasn’t about to waste it.With every ounce of strength, Richard steadied the gun, ready to press his advantage. "You wanted to hunt me down, but it looks like the tables have turned."The Elder gritted his teeth, trying to muster the strength to rise, but Richard’s relentless fire had taken its toll. "This is just the beginning," he spat defiantly. "You can't escap
With renewed hope, they pushed themselves harder, sprinting toward the light. But as they neared the exit, the ground suddenly shook, causing rocks to tumble from the ceiling.Richard glanced back, his instincts screaming at him. “Go! I’ll hold them off!”“What? No!” Addams shouted, but Richard was already positioning himself to face their pursuers.“I’ll buy you time! Just get to safety!” he insisted, determination flooding his veins.Reluctantly, Addams and the president’s daughter darted toward the exit, their hearts pounding in unison as they fled into the open air.Richard turned to face the oncoming aliens, adrenaline surging through him. He could see the anger and desperation on their faces, and he knew he had to stall them long enough for his friends to escape.---------Outside the tunnel, Addams and the president's daughter emerged into the cool night air, their eyes adjusting to the dim light of the moon. They could hear the distant sounds of chaos and shouting as the alien