Coping Mechanism (Kassi)

[fear_the_rider]

Texas Marion was correct in her belief that Tommy had a way to deal with the events of the demon invasion of New York. Were he a normal man with a nine-to-five job like, say, Dawn or most of America, he might have just had a couple of beers and slept off the experiences of that day and chalked it all up to being a mass hallucination that he would never have the misfortune of participating in again. After all, the entire story was so crazy that no one would believe it that wasn't there. Even then, Tommy could have pretended it never happened and carried that belief to his grave. After the fight with the monsters, he'd thought of catching up with Joe and Roxanne and just staying in one place for a while.

 

Mephisto's voice in his head ruined that idea immediately.

"Excellent work, Ghost Rider. Dormammu's incursion could not have been allowed to succeed. Your...allies were of use but do not believe that they can save you from your fate. You are mine, now and forever. For now, I leave you to your own devices until such time as I have need of you again."

Tommy didn't both saying good-bye to the others and he didn't leave a forwarding number. He simply hopped on his bike and rode out of New York like a bat out of hell, not stopping until he almost laid his bike down outside of Chicago. He'd spent the last few weeks moving from town to town, taking down criminals and allowing the Rider out at night when his willpower finally failed him.

One evening he remembered to look up long enough to find himself in New Oreleans, Louisiana. He'd spent most of the evening on Bourbon Street drinking until he could barely stand and then stumbled out of the bar into the hot, humid night. He passed the crooks, thieves and other riffraff of the city, wandered beyond the canals and managed to get down to the waterfront. He stared at the water and a thought crossed his alcohol-fueled mind.

 

It would be so easy to just head right in and not walk out. Just a few minutes and no more Mephisto, no more sharing my body with a demon...and no more bein' afraid of going to Hell. No more putting it off.

 

Before he knew it, Tommy was heading down into the water.

 

Comments

[atlanteanhellion]

"I'm half surface person. Sort of. Anyway, I've always sort of split my time and I tend to have a rebellious streak ten miles wide so I pretty much do what I want. I also just finished up War Games so I've earned some downtime."

Kassi killed another wing.

"Most Atlanteans don't like surface food at all, actually."

[fear_the_rider]

"Well, I guess that leaves more for us. What do you guys eat under the sea, anyway?" he asked.

[atlanteanhellion]

"Lots of sea veggies and such. It's actually a diet very similar to what people in Okinawa eat. We don't have anything deep-fried down below. And no fast food. At all."

[fear_the_rider]

"That must be tough for you. You seem to like the chicken wings, Princess." Tommy grinned.

"I've never been to Okinawa but my old man went back when he was in the service. Said it taught him a lot about other cultures to live there for a bit." Tommy said.

"I've been all over the United States but never really to another country. What about you?"