Swirling whistling sound, followed by a loud thud!

"Mother fuc..!" groaned Alex in agony as a tire iron crashed into his forearm.

An imposing figure of a man well over six feet tall with a huge overcoat and a hood rushed to the group of men. He caught them all by surprise and knocked two of them down immediately. The man quickly swung at the other two with his fist knocking another goon down with the sheer force of his swing. The stranger too did not appear to be a trained fighter but he was so powerful and fresher than the others that it didn't even matter.

The other two standing War Dogs tried to mount an offensive by hitting him in the body and head repeatedly but the stranger grabbed and threw one into the air who landed a few feet away. The other dog aimed his gun at the stranger but he was too close. The stranger rushed, reaching for the gun, and pushed the dog to the ground with great force. Multiple shots were fired in the sequence but none hit anybody. The stranger, now on top of the dog, threw punches with both hands at the downed man.

"Arg! Son of a bitch!" said Alex as he took the opportunity to attack the stranger with the same tire iron used on him.

He hitting the man on the back of the head once with a hard thud. Alex lost his grip on the tire iron as his hand had been broken in the initial attack. This however had little to no effect on the stranger since he rose to charge and wrestle with Alex. By now the other three dogs were up too but severely hurt.

"Shoot! Kill the motherfucker!" said Q-ball as all had their guns drawn.

"I can't get a clean shot! They are moving too much!" said one of the War Dogs.

It was so close quarter fight, they were afraid to hit Alex too. The War Dogs tried to jump on the stranger who was moving around like a wild bull, and was just as powerful. He knocked them down again with more wild punches and drew a baton to use against them.

Alex became enraged more enraged at the sight of men falling.

"Time to end this bullshit!" said Alex as he picked up a heavy boulder to smashed in over the strangers head.

This momentarily made the man stumble because of the momentum of the crushing rock but had no other effects on him. Alex looked on befuddled at the sight of the stranger standing tall in from of him.

"What the hell are you?" Alex whispered to himself.

The whole ordeal was now going on almost ten minutes and no doubt people in the homes nearby were aware. The cops would be on their way any minute now and the War Dogs were aware of this.

"Come on boss let's get the hell out of here!" urged Q-ball tugging on Alex to retreat.

"We'll get 'em next time. We gotta go now!" he continued with Alex reluctantly complying. His gaze still fixed on his would be victim still on the ground and his would be savior.

"Fuck this! I'm killing one tonight!" Alex said as he took Q-ball's gun with his left hand and took aim at David who was still down. The stranger, who had moved closer to David as Alex and the War Dogs retreated, was close enough to David to jump on him as Alex fired.

"NO!!!" David yelled out as he felt every shot land on the stranger.

Voices could be heard now yelling, "What going on down there? We are calling the cops!"

Alex and his men quickly retreated with Alex saying to himself "Got him."

"No, no, you're hit," is all David could say to the man who had saved him.

"Ugh, I'm okay," repeated the man.

"No, you were shot. I know, I felt the impacts," said David as he inspected the man trying to verify his claim. But the man's back and torso felt bulky.

"What is this? It feels like armor?" David thought to himself.

"You have a vest on?" asked David of the man.

"Arg," groaned the man as trying to get up.

"Okay son, I have to go," the stranger replied.

"No wait you can't go. You need to be checked up," said David.

"The cops won't like me much more than those boys there running. I can't stay here," the stranger replied.

"Then I'm coming with you," said David.

"What!? You crazy boy. You one step from meeting your creator. You must be losing your damn mind," the stranger replied.

"Then you better make sure you get me to a hospital after," said David.

"Now why would I take you with me?" asked the stranger.

"Because I've seen your face," replied David as he flipped off some sort of helmet from the man.

"Boy you really are out of your damn mind!" said the man.

"Now you either have to kill me or take me with you," said David hoping for the later.

"Okay, okay come on. Now I must be out of my damn mind."

Sirens wailed on the distance as the mysterious man took David with him to a parked van. David was still sore and bleeding but otherwise was recovering quickly.

"Hey now, don't bleed on my stuff," said the man, joking since everything was old and worn out.

"So who are you? What are you doing jumping into trouble like that? A man could get killed doing that," said David realizing he sounded just like someone he knew.

"Son, you don't ask to get into a strange man's van and ask them a bunch of questions after," replied the stranger who was in a hurry.

"Just hold your horses and I'll show you everything you want to know. If I'm going to show you my secrets then I'm going to do it my way," he continued.

"I guess I really should have thought this through," joked David.

"Can I at least get your name so I don't feel like I'm with a stranger?" asked David.

"You really don't know how kidnappings work do you?" joked the man.

"Clyde."

"David," replied David stretching his hand out to Clyde.

They duo rode in relative silence for about a half an hour. David begun to clear the cob webs clogging his mind, trying to keep from dozing off.

"Don't die on me now," said Clyde to make sure David was still conscious.

"Don't worry, I'm good," David would reply.

He knew Clyde would not answer any of his questions at this time anyway. He noticed Clyde was driving in circles trying to throw him off but didn't sense any danger from him.

"Aren't you going to blindfold me or something?" said David.

"Oh right. I probably should, but you already saw my face and know my name. Just close your eyes I guess," replied Clyde.

"What kind of kidnapper are you?" teased David again.

"Okay we are here," said Clyde.

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