Lukewarm vs. Dark Rider

When Titans Clash: The Dark Rider vs. Lukewarm

Note: The following story will make more sense if you first read about Dark Rider, and you know that Lukewarm is an Alien from the plant Mannarr with all his little gadgets.

The moon was a full one the night of the battle. Absolutely beautiful; it was one of Lukewarm's favorite things about Earth. It reminded him of the pictures of Mannarr's largest moon he had seen when he was little. Lukewarm took one last drag from his cigarette and flicked it off the office building. Time for his nightly patrol. He put his helmet on and locked it into place. Clad in his black Grim Reaper Light Exoskeleton Power Armor and black cloak, he reached for his energy sickle and turned on his hover-disc. He floated there, his feet about a foot off the ground, like some lost phantom lurking in the shadows and then flew into the darkness and was gone.

"Jesus, my nose!" the man in the cheap white suit screamed, with his hands covering his face and blood oozing between his fingers.

"That's nothing compared to what you did to that girl." the figure responded flatly.

"God! I was found innocent! Don't hurt me!"

"On a technicality. But now you walk the streets, MY streets, and here there is no legal garbage, no weasly little lawyers to protect scum like you, and especially no technicalities."

The man in the cheap white suit was now covered in his own blood. He crawled to his knees and the dark figure kicked him. He screamed as he felt his ribs crack. Then the dark figure picked the man up off the ground by his neck.

"Who are you" the man choked out.

"The Dark Rider, and don't you ever forget it." the dark figure responded coldly. The man in the cheap suit never would. That night would haunt him for the rest of his wheelchair bound life.

The man was left broken and unconscious as the Dark Rider walked to his motorcycle. But half way there he stopped in his tracks. His blood chilled as he gazed upon the black cloaked figure, bearing a sickle, who floated between him and his motorcycle.

"Hello Dark Rider." the man spoke calmly.

"Who are you?" The Dark Rider asked cautiously.

"My name is Lukewarm, and don't YOU forget it. And now you will be going to jail."

"I'd rather die." Dark Rider said defiantly as he pumped his sawed-off shotgun.

"So be it." Lukewarm said menacingly as he advanced with his energy sickle.

Lukewarm swung the sickle just past Dark Rider's head, cutting as small groove in his helmet. But Dark Rider was wasting no time, and he rolled past a couple of garbage cans. Lukewarm turned as Dark Rider brought up his gun.

BOOM!!!

With unbelievable accuracy Dark Rider disarmed Lukewarm and quickly took advantage of Lukewarm's momentary shock. Dark Rider charged Lukewarm and body blocked him out of the way. Lukewarm dove for his sickle but Dark Rider was already on his motorcycle and driving away.

Damn he was good. But he was only a human and not a Manarr warrior. Lukewarm flew 10 ft. up and then gave chase.

Dark Rider was already on the avenue weaving between vehicles. He looked back for a second. Damn that bastard was stubborn! He was flying after him! Dark Rider was moving at speeds well over one hundred mph, but luckily for Lukewarm he could just fly over the traffic and was still gaining.

Dark Rider began driving the motorcycle with only one hand as he looked back. He lifted his shotgun in his free hand.

BOOM!!!

Lukewarm swerved to the side just in time.

BOOM!!!

Lukewarm dodged again but this time he nicked a light pole and went flying through an apartment window.

'HAHA sucker!!!' Dark Rider thought to himself. Just then he turned back to look in front again.

"OH SHIT!!!" he shouted seeing the semi-truck crossing the intersection just yards ahead of him.

He skidded under its moving trailer sending sparks everywhere as he was thrown from the bike. Somehow he made it. He was laying in the road as cars drove right past him with little kids staring out the windows at him. His knee was hurt badly and the motorcycle was up on the sidewalk.

WOW.

He quickly hobbled across the street and into a sandwich deli. He locked the door behind him.

"What you doing!" a small chinese man in a deli outfit shouted. The only other people in the place was a young couple who stopped eating their sandwiches as they stared at the dark warrior.

"Sir I just need you to..." the Dark Rider began. With no warning the locked door fell to the ground with the lock and hinges cleanly cut. The Dark form of Lukewarm stood in the would-be void looking in. He threw a small energy shiruken just past Dark Rider and the woman eating the sandwich screamed as Dark Rider blasted two rounds into the giant Lukewarm, landing him backwards onto the sidewalk outside.

Lukewarm's power armor systems were beginning to fail because of all the damage it had sustained. He started to get up but stopped short as he found himself looking into the barrel of the Dark Rider's trusty Ithaca.

From out in the distance they heard the whine of police sirens.

"Go to hell" Lukewarm spat as he stared at the Dark Rider.

"Eat shit" Dark Rider spurned bitterly. Then he pulled the trigger.

But this time all it shot was an audible click. No ammo! The police were in view now and Lukewarm made a quick exit flying backwards into the night. The Dark Rider hobbled to his bike, which was laying on the sidewalk, and drove away just in time.

Neither of them would ever forget this meeting. It would burn in both their minds as they both longed for revenge. Both vowed that someday they would make sure they finished their mighty battle.

-Written by Ash (Lukewarm) and approved by Ihsan (Dark Rider)

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