Empty darkness bathed the craggy mountain side, garishly lit up only by the sheet lightning strobing the bleak landscape into view. There are no signs of life here, apart from the fierce dance of the elements, the wind carressing the earth with an unyielding touch and wildly tossing the trees, delivering the rain in rhythmic steely rods like arrows shooting for home.
Illuminated by a dramatic fiery lick of lightning, swaying branches reveal what looks like ancient remains nestled in their protective embrace, and a whisper of lamp light hints for the first time at glimmers of life.
Johnny was already awake when the insistent storm began raging outside the castle window. He had taken to sitting inside the circular turret rooms at sunset, watching the expanse of sky as it met the landscape and the sun sinking, with an aching finality, into the earth, bracing himself for the vanishing light and the rising of darkness along with his growing despair.
It had been five years since removing himself from everyone he had loved, protecting them from his cursed presence and on a mission to master and hone his powers, in order to use them for the power of good. He may not have chosen to be the one who walked in both worlds, but with the iron courage of one who has suffered unimaginable losses and endured extremes beyond the edges of life, deep in the heart of this eastern european nowhere land, he had begun with the intention of turning a negative into a positive, as the natural expression of his soul. But in the timeless bleak landscape and his silent isolation, he had found himself becoming increasingly absorbed in the peace of oblivion. With the comforting mantra "noone can see me here, noone can find me here..." hypnotically whispering to him off the ancient stone walls, he learnt to trust that wisdom, waiting each night for the darkness to explode into flame and yet nothing came. Nothing. Nothing at all.
-- Edited by Lula Argante on Saturday 30th of October 2010 01:59:17 AM
I like this, Lula, it is very good. I like the way you make pictures with your words. Can see the catle and the desolate landscape in my mind. Now I can't wait to read more of Johnny's story.
Thank you Lady True and Fay, your words inspire me to continue.... though I must confess to not having the greatest confidence in my writing or a clue where it may go!
Lady True, fan fiction about Nic or any of his films is definitely to be encouraged in this section of the forum ! Maybe you may feel inspired to start your own.... Methinks there are a million stories in us all!
The storm slowly subsiding to a gentle dance of the wind and a soft mist caressing the bruised earth, Johnny took a defiant gulp from the near empty Jack Daniels bottle he held in his hand.
"yeah...my life may be nothing..in this....this.. emptiness...'' pausing to sweep his hand around the room with a drunken and dramatic flourish, ''but atleast...ATLEAST I kept away from YOU!" he shouted at the inky darkness draping itself once again around the trees like a bat with giant wings.
Peering into the laughing mouth of the bottle, he was at once overwhelmed with a feeling of utter bleakness and despair. His brow feverish with self revelation, a realisation gripped the seat of his soul like an icy monster. This was no life. His inner world reflecting the endless and empty barren landscape around him, he'd not avoided the darkness... This was LIVING darkness.
"You f*cker....." he murmured quietly,
"YOU GOT ME ANYWAY!" rising to his feet in a rage he hurled the bottle at the stoney cold grey castle wall, smashing it with the force of a wordless rage, the fiery liquid spilling down the ancient stone in the shape of his pain.
"Come on then! what are you waiting for! I told you.... you've got me!" he screamed, his head in his hands as his face began to contort and transform and the empty castle echoed with his screams.
Ha! Oh gawd.... I hope the movie isn't as dark as I felt writing these bits! And it's purely fictional on my part.... it will probably go in all kinds of non Ghost Ridery directions eventually! thanks for the comment Lady True, glad you are enjoying it.
The light was blinding white but Johnny paid it no attention. It had been so long since he'd transformed he just put it down to the searing white heat of his eyes before his skull burst into flames.
But as the Ghost Rider rose to his full flaming height and his vision sharpened, clarity revealed the source of the brightness, pouring into the corner of the room like liquid tungsten, so bright he could barely gaze upon it, a light so pure, so vibrant, he could almost hear a faint hum, pulsating in a rhythm, that felt almost familiar.
As it filled the entire room, surrounding him in an effervescent bubble, directly in the centre, as if filling up a giant sized glass with a sparkling elixir, cascades of electric blue white began to take on an awesome ethereal form. Translucent and pulsating, Ghost rider could feel a familiarity with this energy signature, but there was no weight and no darkness, and no element he could name.
"Ghost Rider Blaze, he who can walk between both worlds, from the celestial realms, I am here!" came a voice which seemed to resonate out of the silence in a sound vibration of pure light.
"Is this one of your tricks?" Ghost Rider growled pointing towards the being and noticing the fire from his hands beginning to subside. "You may have got me, but do NOT insult my intelligence!"
"We have watched over your soul and now it is your time, for your mission, Chosen One of the forces of darkness and light! "
Johnny, now back in his own self, rubbed his eyes and shook his head vigorously. He must be too drunk and this is just another drunken dream.
"My soul? What mission?! Just LEAVE ME ALONE!! I am done! I have done my part! Now just leave me alone!" staggering backwards and covering his ears with his hands...... but still the voice came.
I silenced it with my own self doubt and analysis Lady True! Then some kind soul on Twitter wrote to tell me how much he liked it... and then I allowed myself to be crushed by my own feeling of self responsibility. In short..no..!! Also it's the Aries fire! The flames of creativity burn strong and they are the impetus for new things...but...the flame burns itself out! or like a hummingbird and I need to be an eagle. perhaps I need a capricorn to ground me! Lol. Actually what kills creativity, for me, is thought.....so the less i think about it the better. But... i will meditate today and perhaps something will emerge from the infinite that I'm happy with.....
lol, ooh you are naughty Lady True! but alas I meant the earthly quality of grounding!
There are those creative writing teachers who say just keep writing, that is the technique, and it sometimes works for me...but I don't use it as it doesn't feel spontaneous and aligned with the pure source of creativity. But I wouldn't call myself an author and can only speak from my experience...and the way it seems to be for me is when the creative force takes over..and I am totally lost in it in fact the brain and mind is completely out of the way.. There is no trying, no technique...it just flows of it's own accord beyond my control! I don't like to over analyse it actually, that creates blocks for me. Lol, that's why I'm not 'a writer' couldn't exactly have it as a reliable career! And that's why my two film scripts just sit here as lovely projects that have come from the heart.. and I love them.. but probably will never see the light of day!
How far have you gone with your film scripts, are they both for Nic? It would be a fine thing to write a script that Nic chose, wouldn't it?!!Awesome, in fact.
Well because of my illness over the years not being able to see to type or write, it's on dictaphone and now it's partly on paper. But the stories are completed. They are not particularly written with Nic in mind...but...I think he'd like them both...only based on what i know of his work and the reasons that he chose Sonny. I just think he'd get the intensity the pain, the subtle magic and the drama. One is a supernatural superheroine story, but it's quite different. The other, the one i think Nic might like, is... i don't know how you'd describe it. A dark ish romantic tragedy... More drama.. more intimate..but it also has magical elements but only woven into the character's story..it's not completely naturalistic, it's the way it's woven together that I think is different. And it has to have a certain energy to it, a flavour beyond the plot. Someone would have to get it to direct it. both have slight semi autobiographical elements. But both just arose and honestly i have no ambition about them going anywhere just now. I'm too into them anyway to want them in anyone elser hands. And i'm too realistic to imagine they'd ever get serious attention or that my perfectionist vision would ever be satisfied. Maybe one day!
Silence hung intense and kinetic in the air. Only a pulsating hypnotic hum of blinding white light and Johnny's quickening heartbeat throbbed within those walls, a rhythm that seemed to stick on the same beat over and over again, because all time was Now.
As if about to witness something even more elemental than itself, the ink black sky beyond the turret window looked on, reverently still, holding it's breath, frozen.
Like a giant hand pulling him inside out, it was as if his deepest fears and pains that he had so carefully kept at bay, were being drawn out of Johnny by a magnetic vital force, stronger than any power he had felt before.
There was something relentless yet effortless about this power that had him in it's grasp, and Johnny had the same sense of surrender as if having a rotten tooth pulled without anaesthetic. You knew there was no way to avoid the pain, and it was inevitable and destined.
Paraded in front of him under a meticulous spotlight, Johnny watched each painful memory and experience of this lifetime as it was wrenched from the depths of him.
Eyes closed and empty, his mindscape suddenly flooded with images, faces, places he didn't recognize but knew he knew. An ancient knowledge seemed to rise up within him from deep within, as if in the cells of his body, up through his feet and legs and then like a giant burning snake of white light forcing it's way up his spine and out of the top of his head, a steam of light fiercely pushing like a volcano and Johnny could barely stand as the top of his head felt like it had exploded into the cosmos.
Now his vision was endless, pure white light.
"I am protector of the Light and keeper of the sword of Truth. You will remember your soul mission." a voice resonated as if through his spinal cord, and although Johnny didn't remember, he knew with an aching finality, that this was somehow a message of universal importance, and like something inexpicably vital and life changing you would receive in a dream but forget when you awoke. If only he could remember.
As the flood of brilliant white light began to soften, Johnny felt like his bones had turned to dust as he fell limp to the stone floor.
Eyes framed with pain and filled with despair, at last he spoke, only realising after the words had left him it was not with his voice but with his mind, "Why. Why me?"
Oooh, I like this, and it is good to read more in the story, Lula! I can visualize the scene clearly, it would be epic on film. I like this line a lot.... I am protector of the Light and keeper of the sword of Truth. You will remember your soul mission.
I really hope Johnny does find out when he asks, why me?