Darkside of the Moon:Clutch vs John Ryder

Midnight is when all the evil ones come out and stalk the streets for innocent prey and to shake things up,in hope that no one was looking.To bad for them.The Night now had eyes,and his name is Clutch,a vigilante who watched from above over the hunting grounds.Tonight was special though,it had been raining for at least 4 hours straight and it was coming harder and harder,the storm was torrential and accompanied by flashes of lightning and booms of thunder.Clutch was balanced on the cross of a huge church that stood in the middle of the city,it was beautiful on the outside and in,it was also where The Main Event would watch his enemies and swoop in like an eagle or some sort of Bird of Prey.

Thunder clashed as Clutch stand silently on the church cross and looked up to the sky letting the torrential downpour hit his face and give off vibrations,triggering his radar sense,allowing him to notice the surroundings without even looking.Below he noticed a man walk into the church and slowly at that.At first Clutch thought nothing of it,but with a closer look he noticed a thin trail of blood following the man,he first instinct was the man was hurt and quickly swan dived off of the church roof and landed on the wet concrete ground gracefully,splashing in a small puddle,then walking into the dimly lit church.

Clutch looked around and saw the man praying or doing something,but Clutch didn't get to  close,he watched from afar and looked at the mans hand for any clue to what might have happened.The Dark Knight questioned the man as he gripped one of his escrima sticks.

"You alright?"

The midnight rain had forced most of the people off the streets, except for those who were looking for things that they wanted. Drug dealers, drug users, prostitutes, predators, the rain didnt bother them as long as they got what they were looking for in the dark streets of the sleeping city. Just like the mysterious stranger who had arrived in the city a few hours ago, the rain didnt bother him either as he was on the look for something as well, blood. But unlike other predators, he was on the look for a particular victim. One that feared death. As he silently walked through the streets and passing by the dark buildings, he came upon a young woman. It seemed that she was in a hurry as her pace quickened every moment, probably trying to get home safely. Too bad for her, she had attracted the attention of John Ryder, a sadistic murderer who was the cause of several deaths in New Mexico.

After following the woman for a few blocks, he had gained enough information on her by her physical signatures, knowing that the woman had much to live for. As the woman accidentally dropped her purse in a puddle, John knew it was the time to expose his presence to her as he quickly approached her backside and reached down to grab the purse, startling her in the process. "Here you go." John slowly handed her the purse while displaying a friendly smile. Smiling back, the woman thanked him and as she turned to leave, a knife had slipped down from John's coat sleeve and into his hand. Taking a deep breath, he grabbed the woman and turned her around. Her fearful expression showed John all he wanted to see as the blade sliced across her throat, releasing a stream of blood while her body became limp and fell to the ground. John crouched beside the woman's lifeless body and whispered into her ear. "Never trust friendly strangers."

His sight shifted from the woman's eyes to the pool of blood that had already spread into the street. He closed his eyes and he dipped his fingers in the blood and quickly rose to his feet, walking away from the scene and heading towards the nearby church that seemed to illuminate the area with it's large lighted cross.

Walking inside as the blood of the woman dripped from his fingertips, he heard the footsteps of someone following him. Believing the person was either a cop, a witness to the crime or some poor soul coming to pray, John decided to wait to see what this man was going to do before acting as John sat down at a nearby pew and brought his hands together to pray.

"You alright?" The man asked, sparking John's attention in the man as he turned to answer the stranger, "I'm quite alright." John paused for a second to notice he left a trail of blood as he entered the church, which was probably noticed by the stranger himself. "I just cut my hand that’s..." His sentence was suddenly interrupted as john's knife fell from his pocket and hit the concrete floor. He paused for a second, only moving his eyes towards the ground where the noise had been made, seeing the knife. Before any more words would be spoken, John quickly pulled out a gun and started firing at the stranger.

"I figured as much..."

Clutch was ready at this point,not flinching for one second.His precognitive senses kicked in the moment the knife dropped and sent vibrations towards his body.Quickly ripping his Escrima stick form its holster he launched it straight for the knife on the ground with enough spin on the weapon to knock the blade into the air and ricochet of the impact into Ryder's gun hopefully disarming the man or at least throwing off his aim.Bullets came soaring through the air straight for Clutch,but bullets wasn't something he had to worry about,his agility was better then anyone the world had seen so far.Flipping into a hand stand,then dropping down into a spin that brought him back up after a kip up was all that Clutch had to do to avoid every last projectile,the arrogant hero smiled as he rolled backwards and back up to his feet.As soon as the shells hit the ground Clutch dashed from his position straight for the murderer and spun around into a split,pushing his right palm forward to Ryder's shin in hopes of knocking him off of his feet ,then using  his left hand as a pivot,pushed up out of the split into the air with a deadly and swift scissor kick aimed for the killers chin.

The Main Event landed with a one-handed handstand,then pushed himself off the ground and preformed a quadruple somersault as soon as he reached the apex of his jump that allowed him to grab onto the massive beams in the church,hiding in the shadows,with no intent of showing himself to the ruthless John Ryder.Clutch's upbeat voice changed to a dark and cold one as he spoke from the shadows.

"Your just a thug,a no good human being.That girl deserved to live....but now....Its your turn for just desserts."