"Corral", Johnny`s favorite place
It was a typical evening at the biker bar "Corral". People came and left, as usual. Jackson, the owner, had a sawed off shotgun under the counter to scare away any hostile and drunk people.
A tall and thin young man with black hair walked in. Jackson smiled- it was one of his best friends, Johnny Blaze, a lone biker.
"What`s up, Johnny-boy?" the owner greeted him.
"Nothing much,"Johnny sat down next to him."You know, there`s an electrical disturbance outside. Looks like thunder all over..."
He relaxed and took off his sun classes. Johnny`s blue eyes seemed a bit tired, after all, it had been a very long day for him. Now all he wanted, was to relax in his favorite biker bar and maybe to have a drink or two...
Between two large trucks parked side by side, a breeze stirred. It was a hot, dry wind like one from the desert, with a crackle of static in it. A tongue of blue lightning danced between the two metal trucks, hissing and spitting.
Then a sizeable chunk of pavement depressed, leaving behind a shallow dip in the once-flat concrete, something was deposited there. It looked like a giant, dark and round something...
When the electricity died away, it revealed a muscular man.
The man had kinda short brown hair, and intense eyes, that could burn a soul. He was huge. His muscles were sculpted like a stone statue could only have, he seemed somewhat dangerous.
He stood mechanically up, feeling the gritty, dirty pavement between his toes and marched slowly towards the biker bar. His eyes were scanning the motorcycles robotically, checking fuel status, engine defaults, air in the tires, it all with a quick glance. He spotted a bike with flames on it, somehow it got his attention. Not, that it would fit him or something. With a hard shove, the man opened the gates of "Corral" and stepped in.
Some waitresses passed him, then gasped in amazement or shock. One woman even looked at him from head to toes and commented "Nice view..." Whatever that was supposed to mean. Either the strange muscular man was too drunk to care or a nudist, because he wasn`t wearing anything at all on his muscled form.
Some men made angry faces because of envy. The man gazed around the surprised crowd, ignoring the women and metal music. The weird search engine inside his head made a beep- there was a biker, who was same size as him, with all items.
On the other side of the big room Johnny Blaze took calmly a sip of scotch and just looked at the scene. He (and Zarathos) had seen almost everything in this world, so a naked man was nothing new. But still, this man had a very well built body, Johnny had to admit. Maybe even better than Logan. Johnny liked both men and women, but in this particular period he was too busy hunting for Demons and all other bad guys, but had no time to date anyone at all.
"Gimme your boots, your clothes and your motorcycle." said the strange man to a biker. The long haired man he addressed sneered and spit the cigar out, taking it between his fingers.
"You forgot to say please," growled the biker and blew out a could of smoke. With a flick, he stubbed out his cigar against the other`s shoulder. The weird guy didn`t even flinch...
This got Johnny`s attention. *Now... what do we have here?* he thought. Somehow, the Demon, Zarathos, inside him wasn`t going to wake up.
The strange man seized the biker`s hand in death grip, pressing several bones together and breaking two fingers.
Another biker came closer and whacked a pool stick on the nude man`s neck, the stick broke into two pieces. The man heaved the biker up and through the window, to the street.
"You'd better run
You'd better run
You'd better run from the Devil's gun..."
Another man, a member of Hell`s Angels, tried to overpower the stranger, but after a hit against his jaw he decided, that it`s better to stay out of the way. There was a muffled scream, when another biker tried his luck, sneaking closer with a knife in his hand.
Instead of hitting a bone, there was a strange metallic clank. Before he knew it, his own knife was stabbed in his own shoulder.
The remaining bikers fled, and the muscular man walked into the kitchen, where the original man he had attacked, was laying on the floor.
"... The race is on
The race is on
Now you'd better run from the Devil's gun..."
The biker`s hands and face were injured, and he was wielding a gun. Calmly, the stranger took the gun out of his hands. The biker whimpered, then took slowly out his keys.
"Take it!" he shouted and threw the keys towards the attacker. The man caught the keys and a little grin was on his face.
Some minutes later Johnny saw the same man coming out of the kitchen, dressed in a leather jacket, black jeans and Grinders boots, complete with a pistol and knife. The man fixed his non-emotional eyes with Johnny and stood there for a minute.
Then he came closer and said with cold voice,"Come with me Johnny Blaze, if you want to live."
"... Strange things happen
If you stay
The Devil will catch you anyway
He'll seek you here
He'll seek you there
The Devil will seek you everywhere..."
Somehow, Johnny wasn`t afraid of this stranger. Besides, Zarathos hadn`t shown up also, so there was nothing dangerous. But still, what the Hell was going on?
"Oh, whatever,"Johnny said and walked around the table, and then took a closer look at the man. He could ask the questions later.
Together the two men walked out from "Corral". Johnny sat on his bike and the stranger got on the nice Harley and turned the engine on.
Before he put on his sunglasses, he took a look at Johnny, and said"Lead the way."
Underneath a small bridge, a cop car stopped. A young and thin man with dark blond hair came out and took his radio.
"I`m reporting under the Washington bridge... an electrical disturbance...I`m going to check it closer."
"Ten-four, Mack," crackled the radio.
The cop turned the radio off and cautiously walked in between two burned-out trucks, until he saw a weird huge hole in the chain link fence. It was a perfect circle, the ends still glowing hot red and sizzling in the cold wind.
He didn`t even notice a thing man coming up behind him. One quick blow to the head silenced him and the attacked yanked the gun out of his limp hands. There was a loud bang and it all was over.
The thin man settled himself into the police car, dressed now in tight blue suit and a shiny new badge. He checked the search computer and tipped in a name.
JOHNNY BLAZE
AGE: 35
RECORD:
ARRESTED FOR SPEEDING
Then the man took it off, and his destination was Dead End street 25.