For a brief moment it felt good to have the bastard’s undivided attention, all soul-destroying threats aside. It was an occasion he would’ve liked to preserve in the form of a Polaroid, or even captured on video, but alas did not have such devices on his person– hell, he didn’t even carry a phone half the time.

Given that he was at war with himself to prevent the Rider from appearing and extracting his payment of vengeance from this easy target, Blaze’s expression falls flat for a moment, eyes closing shut to prevent the manifestation of that fiery gaze. During this time, his grip on the chain slackens, but doesn’t falter, and he prays with every scrap of faith he’s been allowed to retain all these years that the kid doesn’t use this chance to skedaddle.

For if he ran, John was certain that he would not be able to contain Zarathos’ wrath.

“Looks like you’ve got some smarts left in ya. That’s promising.” Satisfied with Ky’lar compliance, Blaze thought to respect it by immediately rattling off his queries. “First, I wanna know who exactly you are. Second, why the fuck you’re here on earth. And thirdly – which is the most important question of all – do you know who I am?” Well aware of what the man’s pedigree was like, he felt tempted to leave him in the dark, not knowing the reasons for why he’d shown him such violence.

How could he tell a son that he hated his father for how he perverted the memory of his wife when the moment, long in its passing, was still a fresh wound to the jaded biker? The simple answer was he never could.

“I’m the damn Ghost Rider, kid! And you’re exactly who I need to get even with your bastard father!”

_{“You mean Mephisto’s former plaything,” he said, running a hand through his hair; adapting to the situation as best as he could by responding with  (his own version) of facts. “The Rider’s are a myth – something told to scare low-level shit-stains at night.” Or maybe, that was just him; even before Ky was exactly what he was now… he knew about them. Though, the amount that was actually known was just a small chunk of sand in a vast expanse.}

_{Still, there was the question of who he was; interesting, he was taken this far, and the other didn’t know? Well, Ky always did like a little flair, but he doubted it would have decent consequences in this little bind he managed to find himself in.}

_{“An’ shouldn’t you already know the answers to your bloody questions?” A little rage sparked in his tone, but old habits did die hard – especially when the Son of Blackheart wasn’t in control of the situation. 
  “Chaining me up, taking me here, and for what?” Ky had a few idea’s actually, but  he wouldn’t voice them. Not yet at least – whatever this… Rider wanted? Ky had a feeling he wouldn’t like it. Not one bit. “Just so you can say you ‘kidnapped’ one kid and for what?”  Granted, he was keeping himself quite well in control; even if he was desperately holding back his true form from slipping from his grasp.}  

_{“News flash for you – I live here!” Some of the time, but he wouldn’t  mention that. Not even as his fingers started  to dig into his  flesh. “And not you, not my Grandfather, or even my Father will change that.”
    However, if they wished to do so, they could easily. Ky just thought one of them would drag him back forcefully. Not send a lackey. “ So, tell the dear family the Son of Blackheart is done with their shit.”}