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The rain pounded the pavement as tires skidded across the wet ground, a head light shone beams that broke the fog and mist. Stepping off his bike, Ryder sneezed and wipe his nose the second his helmet came off. It was at times like this he wished that his costume was some high tech cyber suit or something that could ensure his comfort at all times. But even with the storm soaking him to the bone, his own comfort meant little to him for he had a man to hunt down, a criminal by all accounts.
Face to face with the dark alley that the villainous lot had run down, the hero whipped out a flashlight from his belt and proceeded into the shadowed abyess. Every step he took into the darkness made the rain louder as the soundwaves bounced off the high walls. Piles of trash and junk decorated the halls as old fire escaped stood guard over the passage.
*CLANG*
Ryder instantly turned his back around, unsure if his heavy clouds of breath where from fatigue, cold or fear or a mixture of all three. The hairs of his neck stood on end, the man he chased was here no doubt, using the alley as his fortress in which to hide. But the question was where? The answer didn't stray too far as looking down her saw a set of fresh footprints in the mud and guck of the ground. Following the trail past several turns and corners, Ryder walked deeper into the halls of the scoundrel.
He knew this was a trap, that the man would be stalking him from the bushes of trash bags or watching him from dumpsters as he past. Something told him to turn back as the piles of garbage howled threats in the wind at him and the rattling of ironwork ladders ominously judged him. But Ryder held his nerves, there were people counting on him, being a hero meant more than just looking good in a photo to him.
*KRANG*
The beam of light swiftly turned around, Ryder's vision soon with it. "W-Whose there?" Ryder's teeth chattered from the cold. His fingerless gloves gripped the flashlight tightly as his other hand curled into a fist, had he found the villain? Boots squeaking in the mud, he ever so slowly nudged towards the pile of discarded waste and tipped over trashcans, "Don't make me do this... Just come out with your hands up and I promise you'll be fine." Extending a hand out to disturb the resting pile, Ryder swept away the light cardboard and cans with a fell swoop and prepared to attack.
"Nya." a kitten looked up at this man who had the nerve to disturb his little ramshackle house, hissing at Ryder in an attempt to what could only be said as a curse.
"O-oh..." Ryder backed away a little, "Sorry about that little kitten."
Watching the now wet pelt of fur bounce away, Ryder's mind started to think of where could the man have gone. After his little run in with the cat, he questioned if the man came here at all as his started to think out loud, "Hmm... footprints where here but he might not be... could have escaped... maybe th- HARRRG!!"
Ryder screamed out as he was kicked into the wall. Turns out the rattling of the iron fire escapes tried to warn him about a danger he forgot to forsee: vertical hiding. As he was being thrown across the alley, the hero realized that the echoing rain had concealed the sound of the man scrambling up the ladder and he had simply forgotten to look up after being so distracted by the cat.
A grunt of pain escaped his mouth as Ryder slid on the ground, his elbow ached as it connected with a cinderblock more personally than Ryder would have liked; his helmet landing in the mud nearby, falling off mid-flight. Slamming his fist into the ground, he stumbled off the ground, "Y-you... give it-t b-back... d-don--"
"Don't tell me what to do," the much larger and burlier man picked up Ryder and look him the eye, "You pathetic wannabe hero. Should have stayed out of my doings." With a swift hook to the gut, Ryder once more flew into the air, his fall cushioned by a dumpster that he promptly bounce off into the mud against. The muscleman once again approached Ryder as he struggled to get up off the ground, if he didn't break anything then he certainly got a nasty bruise, "You're weak, I've seen-"
"SHUT UP!" Ryder roared as he looked up, his auburn hair all over his face and a crack in his glasses, interrupting the criminal and making him pause from his resistance, "I know I'm weak. I don't have millions of dollars or superpowers. I know that I can never go up against the likes of the famous heroes. But none of that matters. A hero's job is to help people!"
Scrambling up, Ryder charged the man on all fours, breaking into a sprint as he drew his twin striking stick and brought them down hard on the man's shins before he could react. With renewed energy and vigor, Ryder stood up as the criminal howled in pain, his heavy breath no longer containing fear, "You have done a sin against an innocent, therefor I shall bring you to justice!"
Locking his sticks together into a staff, Ryder thrusted one end of it into the back of the man who was still reeling from his now damaged shins. Rolling on his side, Ryder got into position at the front of the man, slamming the rod across his face once before changing his grip to thrust into his belly. Unlocking the staff once more, he aimed at the man's legs once again, knocking him into the air before brining him back down the ground with his sticks.
*THUD*
The man was out cold on the ground. While certainly not dead, he would wake up with a pounding headache and a many a bruises curtesy of Ryder. The hero looked over his fallen foe, "Never should h-have made me do that." Turning back into the alley, the rain stormed down as hard as ever but Ryder smiled as he hobble back into the abyss. He had something to get and return.
"Here you go miss." Ryder handed an old lady a red (and slightly dirtied) purse from atop his noble mount, the sun now shinning once again, "Sorry it too me so long."
The elderly woman's face smiled as her grandchildren cheered, "Oh don't be. I can't thank you enough for doing this."
"Grandma, grandma!" one of the tiny children tugged on the old lady's dress, does this mean we can still go to the movies?"
"Of course dear! All thanks to this fine gentleman."
Ryder smiled and chuckled a little from under his helmet, ignoring the pain of his new injuries, "Its what heroes do, we help people no matter how big or small their problems may be."
Eddie Brock,
Master Bruce,
Half Pint,
Supermaxx,
Altered Tundra,
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