Joe flew, at full force, holding back his persistent coughs, as thick smoke emitted from his nostrils and his mouth. He landed in front of the open door. The horrific darkness was not part of his worries at the moment, as he literally had fire burning on his tongue. Without hesitation, he vomited the ghost Rider into the hole. He bent his head, breathing heavily, with his hands on his thighs and his weight on his legs.
“Well! Well! Well!”, an eerie voice emerged, followed by the beacon, himself, who walked out of the thick darkness, slowly. It was an exact image of Joe. “You really swallowed the spirit of vengeance. I’m impressed”
Joe only stared back, awed and weak, after having the Ghost Rider drain his strength. “I’m not afraid of you”, Joe said to the beacon and stood up, straight.
