Chapter 1; Segment 1: Blaze

He was even further away from home now. It had been… oh, what, a week? A month? He didn't know how long it had been, since he had taunted Mephistopheles, and had chosen to keep the power of the Rider. Oh, he'd made a bold promise…

It had turned out to be a promise he wasn't very skilled at keeping.

He was losing track of everything, and was starting to understand why Carter Slade had gone into hiding at the church. He didn't even know what part of the US he was in anymore.

He couldn't keep track of the number of times he'd changed into the Rider, the number of souls he'd devoured-

No, not him.

It was the Rider who had done all of it.

That's a lie and you know it.

The Rider wouldn't even be here if he hadn't decided to act like an idiot and keep it in his head.

"How come I always have to be so stupid?!"

It was a question he'd been asking himself quite a lot lately, but he knew the answer- it was in the question itself.

Now, though, he dragged himself out of his thoughts, and felt it flicker in the back of his mind, interested in something he couldn't see, and he began walking away towards where he'd parked his motorcycle, trying to force it back, ignore it, but even as he tried, his muddled thoughts sharpened into singular goals.

Changes?

None yet. You've been doing better than you've been giving yourself credit for. That's why you can't think straight. Mixing up past events.

Time?

Midnight.

Not what I meant, but alright.

He shook himself, trying to keep it out of his mind.

We need to track down that feel.

Locate that sound.

Destroy it entirely.

Hang on a second- that sound? He knew that sound! That beautiful, terrible, orchestral, whirring screech, like…

Like he left the brakes on.

Then he roared, unable to hold back the change as the Rider exploded forth, fire gushing from his bones as the Rider took over, as it found him, that strange man, no, alien, that Time Lord, the stranger who it knew was not, in fact, all that strange.

It had recognized memories, had seen a face, had figured out where it had met him before, back when it, too, had walked in a different guise, and yet even that paled in comparison to the infinite possibilities in the remaining faces the Time Lord would wear.

So much Guilt! Lurking behind the glow of the Innocent, hiding from my sight!

Innocent? Nothing was innocent in the eyes of the Rider.

Time Lords have different souls. Multiple aspects. What they call their 'Regenerations', I call their Rebirths.

I don't understand-

But I do.

Then, he- it- turned, fire frothing over skeletal jaws as it screeched back at the TARDIS as it formed across the way, and he cut off as the door swung open and that silly, bow-tied Time Lord strode out…

And waved.
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Behold! The first chapter of the sequel to The Doctor and the Ghost Rider!

Now, I'm going to write this in a somewhat strange way. The story will only be Three chapters long (Sadness!), but each chapter will consist of Three segments! (Happiness!) That means Nine total segments, three from each PoV-

Those PoVs are of Johnny Blaze, The Doctor, and, as a special treat, Zarathos!

Why Zarathos?

Well, because I wanted it and Author Powers give me the ability to do whatever I want within my own story, of course! XD

Nah, just kidding, but Zarathos does get his own chapters. I like the idea of typing up the thoughts of an insane angel to give him awesome dialog and purpose. It just seems freakin' cool.

Alright then, that's the update on this particular storyverse.

I'll see you all in the second segment!

-MTDS