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Re: The Twisted Metal Chronicles: Behind the Paint
Reply #15 - 02/09/10 at 00:45:33
 
Later that evening, Needles is called to the same room where he met Dr. Long a couple days prior. As he suspected, Long was waiting for him in the same chair he sat in before, paperwork laid about.

NEEDLES: fuck, what did I do now?

LONG: they want me to find out if you killed those 3 guys in the weight room this morning. some of the other patients said they saw you enter and leave the room around the same time they are said to have been killed.

NEEDLES: I think I'll let that question hang for a while... can I go back to bed please?

LONG: you don't have to answer the question, Needles. I am more interested in hearing the rest of the story about your mother. we were on to something the other night.. possibly unlocking the secret of your being. will you oblige me?

NEEDLES: if it'll get me the fuck outta this room any faster, then fine... what else do you wanna know?

LONG: tell me about this anger and hatred you have for her. why is it so founded and justified that you feel the need to murder perfect strangers who have done nothing to you?

NEEDLES: give me a fucking break, doc. there are no innocent victims. everyone is guilty of something, and being that the world stuck me with that fucking whore that tore my family apart, I am just returning the favor - in my own special way.

LONG: was she abusive to you? sexually? mentally? emotionally? physically?

NEEDLES: (his eyes growing darker, his breathing getting heavier) you wanna hear some bedtime stories, doc? how's this... when my little brother Marcus was 12, she used to use him as an ashtray. she would put cigarettes out on his neck, back.. whatever skin she could find that was exposed. he eventually went catatonic and mute, and ran away from home at 15. I haven't seen him since...

LONG: my God... has anybody from your family heard from him? do you know if he is still alive?

NEEDLES: my dad used to get greeting cards from him from different parts around the country. the last card he got was from Dallas, Texas. they were always blank though.. like he just wanted dad to know he was alive.

LONG: seems like he lost his ability to communicate with anyone and everyone. did she ever harm you in any way?

NEEDLES: her and my dad had a kid together.. who knows if it was really my dad's, but he raised him as his own regardless. I used to protect him when she would be drunk or high, and get angry and try to beat him for no reason. that's the extent of my physical abuse. he was a very smart kid, too.. always playing with electronics and computers. he even resurrected a dead cat once and used a remote to control it, until everyone from the neighborhood started calling him weird.

LONG: so even though he wasn't a full-blooded Kane, you still protected him like one?

Needles stands up and unbuttons his inmate shirt, then slips it off. He turns around to show Long his back.

LONG: oh my God, all these scars... from her?

Needles doesn't answer. He just stares into Long's eyes, burning deep into the pupils, implying that Long had better know the answer already.

NEEDLES: and you have the fucking nerve to question me and my life...

At this point, Needles is huffing and breathing very heavily. His eyes are starting to cloud over and turn a crimson red.

LONG: please Needles, calm yourself. its very healthy for you to be telling me these things. they needed to come out, instead of staying bottled up inside, making you the Needles you are now.

Needles huffs up and punches strait down, through the solid oak table. It's reduced to 2 big halves, and a pile of splinters.

LONG: (in a panic) Needles, your execution is in 2 days. At this rate, I might be able to get you pardoned and have you tried for insanity instead of murder 1!! Please calm down!!

NEEDLES: (still in a rage) what about the 3 guys in the weight room???

LONG: well... what about them?

Needles lunges for Long, grabbing him by the throat with 2 hands and pinning him against the wall, his feet off the ground. He leans in close to Long's right ear...

NEEDLES: (in an evil whisper) I fucking killed them. I killed them with a fucking smile on my face and loved every second of it.

Needles lets Long go, dropping him to the floor.

LONG: why would you do that when I had a chance to save you from execution???

NEEDLES: you wanna know why?? cause one of them tried to kill me. he had a fucking shank that a paid guard overlooked, and he tried to kill me. you see what I mean with this world?? no one is innocent...

At this time, guards are busting into the room because of the commotion. Seeing Long laying on the floor, they take drastic measures to apprehend Needles, who they presume will not go easily. After 4 guards are sent to the ER and another to the facility medic, Needles is subdued through tazer shock and a very harsh beating. Still conscious and smiling, Needles goes quietly, in chains, to a solitaire confinement cell in Block D.

GUARD: you stupid fuck, you'll fry soon enough.

NEEDLES: you stupid fuck, you'll be dead soon enough.

The guard hocks up a ball of phlaem and spits it into Needles' face.

GUARD: fuck off, Bozo

The guard walks off, laughing to himself. Needles stares menacingly at him until he's through to air-lock door.
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Reply #16 - 02/09/10 at 02:14:50
 
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Reply #17 - 02/10/10 at 02:23:49
 
I'm gonna finish this in one last post (or 2, depending on long I let it go on for)

The next morning, Needles is alerted by the sound of the security air-locking mechanism on the main hall door. He hears the door creak open and the sound of clapping footsteps on the tile floor. The footsteps get louder as the sound of dangling keys fills the air. The footsteps stop and the sound of the lock on the slider door can be heard turning. Its the same guard from the night before.

GUARD: good morning, fuckstain. sleep well?

Needles just stares at him, eyes glowing red with anger.

GUARD: bet you didn't sleep a wink. that's fine, I slept good in the employee barracks. I've taken on every shift until your execution 22 hours from now, just so I can watch you suffer every second of it.

Needles leans back on his bed, resting his shoulders against the cold block wall behind him. His arms are folded in front of him. A big smile on his face.

GUARD: something funny? well here's breakfast...

The guard slides a tray of food through to slot in the door, dumping it on the cell floor.

GUARD (sarcastically): oops, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to spill your food all over the floor. let me get sanitation to clean that up for you...

The guard laughs to himself as he slides to slot shut and locks it into place. Needles gets up and walks over to the door.

GUARD: what the fuck do you want, faggot?

Needles looks down at the guard's name tag. It reads, 'R. GIBSON'.

GUARD: well what the fuck are you looking at??

NEEDLES: nothing... Gibson.

Needles flashes him a wink and proceeds to get on the floor and starts to do speed push-ups. The guard leaves, confused.

A few hours later, a familiar voice is heard echoing from the end of the hall.

LONG: the warden has granted me permission to speak with him one last time before his execution. I might be able to help him before it's too late.

GIBSON: there ain't no helping that dim son of a bitch. just let him rot and die like he deserves.

LONG: your opinion of him doesn't change mine, now open the damn door or I'll see to it that you be put on kitchen duty for the entire month of January.

Long gives him a stern look, but decides to better not push his luck. He releases the air lock and let's Long through, but does't follow. He makes his way to the cell door and peers in through to small barred window.

LONG: hello Needles, are you alright?

Needles stops exercising and looks up at Long. He says nothing.

LONG: I pulled alot of strings to be here right now, so could you at least talk to me?

NEEDLES: what, are you here to tell me that my execution has been bumped up for killing those 3 fuckers in the weight room?

LONG: I didn't tell the warden what you told me last night. when he asked if you did it, I told him you denied it and that I believed you. He knows better than to question my judgment.

NEEDLES: you lied to your boss for me, eh? what's the catch?

LONG: nothing. I know that no one would believe it was self-defense, so I took steps to make sure you wouldn't be pinned for a crime you don't deserve to go down for.

Needles sits there, speechless. The red in his eyes starts to fade.

LONG: there was more I wanted to know about you, and your family, and everything else. you are a very complex being, to say the least.

Needles stands up and walks over to the door.

NEEDLES: I guess I could answer a few more questions since you completely bullshitted an asshole like the warden..

LONG: your mother is obviously a touchy subject, so we'll avoid that. when did you leave home? where did you go?

NEEDLES: (after thinking to himself for a few seconds) not too long after Marcus ran away, a traveling circus came to town. as I was riding home on my bike, I noticed that the manager's trailer had a HELP WANTED sign in the window, so I stopped and talked to man in charge. he said that one of his clowns had a meth overdose and was recovering at a hospital several hours away, and needed someone to take his place. I took the job..... and when they packed up and headed to the next town, I went with. I never looked back.

LONG: how long did you stick with them?

NEEDLES: about 5 years. after a few days, I tried to convince the family to come out and watch me perform since I was a born natural. but of course, dad was working but he asked that slut to take James so he could have a good time. by the last day of the show, her and James never showed 'cause she was too fucking lazy to get off her ass and bring him. my original plan was to kill her if she came...

LONG: what did eventually make you snap?

NEEDLES: after 5 years of watching all those happy families come and go, I finally had enough and went on a rampage. one of those deaths actually came back to haunt me last year in that contest in LA...

LONG: do you know if she's still alive?

NEEDLES: I don't know... I don't even know if James is still alive.

Just then, Gibson barges through the main door. An angry expression on his face.

GIBSON: pack it up, nigger.. your play date is over.

LONG: I don't believe that was really called for...

He is cut off as the guard grabs him by the shoulders and starts to drag him down the hall.

GIBSON: I called the warden and he said you never came to talk to him, you shit-skinned liar.

The guard looks back to see Needles, his eyes glowing a bright red again.

GIBSON (shouting back to Needles): quit looking at me, faggot!!

They disappear behind the air lock door. All that can be heard is muffled words. Soon after, Needles falls asleep.

Several hours later, Needles is awakened by the sound of the air lock door again. The sound of footsteps is heard walking toward the cell, and the familiar sound of keys jingling. Needles tries looking through the door window, but it's almost pitch black in the hallway.

NEEDLES: are we having a power outage or something? I thought you broke fucks could at least keep the light bill paid.

The door swings open, and a silhouette is the only thing visible the glow of the emergency back-up lights. This form wasn't Gibson.

UNKNOWN: I thought I told you to pack your things? Don't you ever listen?

NEEDLES: me listen? I tell you every fucking year that I have nothing to pack, yet you insist on me packing the things that I don't have... dammit you're dense, Calypso.

CALYPSO: very well, let's go.

The 2 men make their way down the hall and to the guard's station just passed the main door. Needles appears to be looking for something.

CALYPSO: what are you doing?

NEEDLES: nothing.. just some business. wait for me outside.

CALYPSO: if you're trying to screw me, I will kill you. you know I will...

NEEDLES: blah blah, you say that every year and it's yet to be seen. I don't think you got it in you.

CALYPSO: you haven't crossed me yet, now have you?

Needles stops short for a second to contemplate the statement made toward him, but resumes his work. Calypso heads outside.

A few minutes later, Needles is marching down the hallway, looking in room after room but seems to not be finding what he's looking for. As he passes a fire emergency kit, he smashes the glass and grabs the fire axe.

After frantically searching the east wing, he comes to a set of double doors marked, 'EMPLOYEE LOUNGE'. Voices are heard inside.

WARDEN: shouldn't you be watching the confinement block right now? especially with a power outage?

GIBSON: that pussy clown is probably shakin in his clown shoes 'cause the lights are out... besides, the air locks have a back-up that keeps them locked in an emergency that have to be manually released.

WARDEN: what about the key to his cell?

GIBSON:  I keep my keys on me at all times (patting his belt loop to reveal no keys)... and... oh no..

WARDEN: where are your fucking keys at???

GIBSON (sprinting toward door): uhhh.... ummm...

Just then, Needles kicks both doors down, gripping the fire axe in each hand. Gibson is now standing within mere feet of Needles, and turning white as a ghost. He rears back with the axe and plants it into his shoulder, almost severing his arm. Gibson screams out in pain.

WARDEN: mother of God, how did you get out??

NEEDLES: the same way one of those fuck-ups slipped a shank inside the facility and tried to stab me...

The warden looks at him, puzzled.

NEEDLES: ... the Blackfield Asylum's maximum security ain't so maximum afterall (looking at Gibson, who is now in tears and bleeding all over the breakroom floor).

Needles turns his attention back to the warden, who is staring at him in shock and dismay. After letting the reality of the situation sink in, Needles rears back with the axe and plants it into the warden's head, nearly splitting it completely in half. As his lifeless body starts to fall over, Needles gives the axe a good, hard tug and pulls the axe out of the warden's face.

Gibson is now going into shock from blood loss. Needles walks up and steps on his spine, cracking it in several places. This brings Gibson back to reality as Needles reaches down and grabs him by his super short crue cut. He leans in close to his ear...

NEEDLES: I told you that you were gonna die soon.. who'd have known that it would be so soon?

GIBSON (in a shaky voice): please stop.. I'm sorry.. I'm.....

He is cut short as Needles lets go of his hair, bouncing his head off of the ground before pulling back and kicking Gibson in the jaw, separating it from the rest of his mouth. He begins to cry.

NEEDLES: what are you crying for??? shut up BITCH!!!

Needles pulls back and kicks him in the mouth again.. and again.. and again. After a few minutes of a flesh-to-flesh beating, Needles picks his axe back up from the floor.

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Re: The Twisted Metal Chronicles: Behind the Paint
Reply #18 - 02/10/10 at 03:06:17
 
The Dizaster Child wrote on 02/10/10 at 02:23:49:
I'm gonna finish this in one last post (or 2, depending on long I let it go on for)

The next morning, Needles is alerted by the sound of the security air-locking mechanism on the main hall door. He hears the door creak open and the sound of clapping footsteps on the tile floor. The footsteps get louder as the sound of dangling keys fills the air. The footsteps stop and the sound of the lock on the slider door can be heard turning. Its the same guard from the night before.

GUARD: good morning, fuckstain. sleep well?

Needles just stares at him, eyes glowing red with anger.

GUARD: bet you didn't sleep a wink. that's fine, I slept good in the employee barracks. I've taken on every shift until your execution 22 hours from now, just so I can watch you suffer every second of it.

Needles leans back on his bed, resting his shoulders against the cold block wall behind him. His arms are folded in front of him. A big smile on his face.

GUARD: something funny? well here's breakfast...

The guard slides a tray of food through to slot in the door, dumping it on the cell floor.

GUARD (sarcastically): oops, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to spill your food all over the floor. let me get sanitation to clean that up for you...

The guard laughs to himself as he slides to slot shut and locks it into place. Needles gets up and walks over to the door.

GUARD: what the fuck do you want, faggot?

Needles looks down at the guard's name tag. It reads, 'R. GIBSON'.

GUARD: well what the fuck are you looking at??

NEEDLES: nothing... Gibson.

Needles flashes him a wink and proceeds to get on the floor and starts to do speed push-ups. The guard leaves, confused.

A few hours later, a familiar voice is heard echoing from the end of the hall.

LONG: the warden has granted me permission to speak with him one last time before his execution. I might be able to help him before it's too late.

GIBSON: there ain't no helping that dim son of a bitch. just let him rot and die like he deserves.

LONG: your opinion of him doesn't change mine, now open the damn door or I'll see to it that you be put on kitchen duty for the entire month of January.

Long gives him a stern look, but decides to better not push his luck. He releases the air lock and let's Long through, but does't follow. He makes his way to the cell door and peers in through to small barred window.

LONG: hello Needles, are you alright?

Needles stops exercising and looks up at Long. He says nothing.

LONG: I pulled alot of strings to be here right now, so could you at least talk to me?

NEEDLES: what, are you here to tell me that my execution has been bumped up for killing those 3 fuckers in the weight room?

LONG: I didn't tell the warden what you told me last night. when he asked if you did it, I told him you denied it and that I believed you. He knows better than to question my judgment.

NEEDLES: you lied to your boss for me, eh? what's the catch?

LONG: nothing. I know that no one would believe it was self-defense, so I took steps to make sure you wouldn't be pinned for a crime you don't deserve to go down for.

Needles sits there, speechless. The red in his eyes starts to fade.

LONG: there was more I wanted to know about you, and your family, and everything else. you are a very complex being, to say the least.

Needles stands up and walks over to the door.

NEEDLES: I guess I could answer a few more questions since you completely bullshitted an asshole like the warden..

LONG: your mother is obviously a touchy subject, so we'll avoid that. when did you leave home? where did you go?

NEEDLES: (after thinking to himself for a few seconds) not too long after Marcus ran away, a traveling circus came to town. as I was riding home on my bike, I noticed that the manager's trailer had a HELP WANTED sign in the window, so I stopped and talked to man in charge. he said that one of his clowns had a meth overdose and was recovering at a hospital several hours away, and needed someone to take his place. I took the job..... and when they packed up and headed to the next town, I went with. I never looked back.

LONG: how long did you stick with them?

NEEDLES: about 5 years. after a few days, I tried to convince the family to come out and watch me perform since I was a born natural. but of course, dad was working but he asked that slut to take James so he could have a good time. by the last day of the show, her and James never showed 'cause she was too fucking lazy to get off her ass and bring him. my original plan was to kill her if she came...

LONG: what did eventually make you snap?

NEEDLES: after 5 years of watching all those happy families come and go, I finally had enough and went on a rampage. one of those deaths actually came back to haunt me last year in that contest in LA...

LONG: do you know if she's still alive?

NEEDLES: I don't know... I don't even know if James is still alive.

Just then, Gibson barges through the main door. An angry expression on his face.

GIBSON: pack it up, nigger.. your play date is over.

LONG: I don't believe that was really called for...

He is cut off as the guard grabs him by the shoulders and starts to drag him down the hall.

GIBSON: I called the warden and he said you never came to talk to him, you shit-skinned liar.

The guard looks back to see Needles, his eyes glowing a bright red again.

GIBSON (shouting back to Needles): quit looking at me, faggot!!

They disappear behind the air lock door. All that can be heard is muffled words. Soon after, Needles falls asleep.

Several hours later, Needles is awakened by the sound of the air lock door again. The sound of footsteps is heard walking toward the cell, and the familiar sound of keys jingling. Needles tries looking through the door window, but it's almost pitch black in the hallway.

NEEDLES: are we having a power outage or something? I thought you broke fucks could at least keep the light bill paid.

The door swings open, and a silhouette is the only thing visible the glow of the emergency back-up lights. This form wasn't Gibson.

UNKNOWN: I thought I told you to pack your things? Don't you ever listen?

NEEDLES: me listen? I tell you every fucking year that I have nothing to pack, yet you insist on me packing the things that I don't have... dammit you're dense, Calypso.

CALYPSO: very well, let's go.

The 2 men make their way down the hall and to the guard's station just passed the main door. Needles appears to be looking for something.

CALYPSO: what are you doing?

NEEDLES: nothing.. just some business. wait for me outside.

CALYPSO: if you're trying to screw me, I will kill you. you know I will...

NEEDLES: blah blah, you say that every year and it's yet to be seen. I don't think you got it in you.

CALYPSO: you haven't crossed me yet, now have you?

Needles stops short for a second to contemplate the statement made toward him, but resumes his work. Calypso heads outside.

A few minutes later, Needles is marching down the hallway, looking in room after room but seems to not be finding what he's looking for. As he passes a fire emergency kit, he smashes the glass and grabs the fire axe.

After frantically searching the east wing, he comes to a set of double doors marked, 'EMPLOYEE LOUNGE'. Voices are heard inside.

WARDEN: shouldn't you be watching the confinement block right now? especially with a power outage?

GIBSON: that pussy clown is probably shakin in his clown shoes 'cause the lights are out... besides, the air locks have a back-up that keeps them locked in an emergency that have to be manually released.

WARDEN: what about the key to his cell?

GIBSON:  I keep my keys on me at all times (patting his belt loop to reveal no keys)... and... oh no..

WARDEN: where are your fucking keys at???

GIBSON (sprinting toward door): uhhh.... ummm...

Just then, Needles kicks both doors down, gripping the fire axe in each hand. Gibson is now standing within mere feet of Needles, and turning white as a ghost. He rears back with the axe and plants it into his shoulder, almost severing his arm. Gibson screams out in pain.

WARDEN: mother of God, how did you get out??

NEEDLES: the same way one of those fuck-ups slipped a shank inside the facility and tried to stab me...

The warden looks at him, puzzled.

NEEDLES: ... the Blackfield Asylum's maximum security ain't so maximum afterall (looking at Gibson, who is now in tears and bleeding all over the breakroom floor).

Needles turns his attention back to the warden, who is staring at him in shock and dismay. After letting the reality of the situation sink in, Needles rears back with the axe and plants it into the warden's head, nearly splitting it completely in half. As his lifeless body starts to fall over, Needles gives the axe a good, hard tug and pulls the axe out of the warden's face.

Gibson is now going into shock from blood loss. Needles walks up and steps on his spine, cracking it in several places. This brings Gibson back to reality as Needles reaches down and grabs him by his super short crue cut. He leans in close to his ear...

NEEDLES: I told you that you were gonna die soon.. who'd have known that it would be so soon?

GIBSON (in a shaky voice): please stop.. I'm sorry.. I'm.....

He is cut short as Needles lets go of his hair, bouncing his head off of the ground before pulling back and kicking Gibson in the jaw, separating it from the rest of his mouth. He begins to cry.

NEEDLES: what are you crying for??? shut up BITCH!!!

Needles pulls back and kicks him in the mouth again.. and again.. and again. After a few minutes of a flesh-to-flesh beating, Needles picks his axe back up from the floor.


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Reply #19 - 02/10/10 at 03:48:21
 
NEEDLES: now, I want you to know something. that giant gash in your shoulder.. that was intentional. I coulda slammed this axe into your head and killed you instantly, but I didn't. I want you to suffer every second of the remainder of your shift, just like you wanted me to do. I wanna watch every tear and every drop of blood that comes out of your body. I want the last thing you remember about your pathetic life to be my face.... my painted up, ugly-ass face. I want you to have nightmares about me, even in your afterlife.....

Needles stands back up strait and rolls his neck, cracking the bones and joints.

NEEDLES: ..... but fuck it, I don't have time for that shit.

He quickly raises his axe in the air and slams it down into Gibson's forehead, completely splitting it in two. Blood squirts all over the floor and walls, and Needles' face and clothes. Skull fragments and brain matter are dispensed on the floor nearby. Needles keeps raising and thrusting the axe into Gibson's body until there is nothing left but a puddle of human mush. He leaves the axe planted into what's left and walks out of the room and toward the exit while grabbing a towel to wipe his face off with. He makes a quick stop in the white room where he had his meetings with Dr. Long, and re-emerges a few seconds later.

As he approaches the main door to leave, he hears the lobby's bathroom door creak open. He looks over to see Dr. Long's head poke out, looking for any danger. He locks eyes with Needles, who starts to walk his way. Frozen in terror, Long doesn't even attempt to shut the door. Needles stands in front of him for a few seconds before raising a clenched fist. He relaxes his fist into an open palm, where he pats Long on the shoulder a few times. Needles flashes him a grin, which can be seen even in the darkness, and turns to head out.

A black limo is parked outside, Calypso waiting with the back door open.

CALYPSO: could you have taken long enough?

NEEDLES: fuck off, I had some business to attend to.

CALYPSO: oh yeah? well you missed a spot...

Needles reaches up and wipes a splotch of blood still on his forehead, half mashed into his hairline. His scalp starting to tingle and feel incredibly hot.

Dr. Long turns to watch the limo leave. When it was out of sight, he sprints out of the bathroom and to the main hall. Here, the dead bodies of several guards are found riddled with bulletholes. A silenced Colt .45 is found laying on a food cart, along with several empty clips. The gun itself is empty. Long heads to the white room to gather up his briefcase, when he finds what Needles had left for him. Sprawled in blood on the wall across from the door is the phrase, 'THANK YOU DOC.'. An eerie calm comes over Dr. Long as he packs is case and heads out the front door.

Meanwhile, back in the limo...

NEEDLES: so tell me, how is it that the pig won last year, yet here we are? he said that if he won, that he was gonna get rid of you and the contest so we can all live in peace, or some bullshit like that..

CALYPSO: he said he wanted to be rid of me so he can live in peace, this is true... so I granted his wish and sent him into outer space.

NEEDLES (laughing hysterically): are you fucking with me?? seriously??

CALYPSO: I gave him what he asked, didn't I?

NEEDLES: something like that...

CALYPSO: now what's really funny... his sister has entered this year in her own cop car.

NEEDLES: when will these fucking pigs learn?

CALYPSO: it's ok, I got a surprise for her... and for everyone this year.

Calypso starts to chuckle to himself, while Needles eyeballs him suspiciously. Hours later, they pull up to a large, fenced-in yard lined with plastic.

CALYPSO: here we are.

NEEDLES: where?

CALYPSO: read the sign, slick.

Needles looks around until he sees the main gate to the property - LAPD IMPOUND.

NEEDLES: you've gotta be shittin me..

CALYPSO (tossing a set of keys to Needles): I shit you not, Sweet Tooth is in there. Row C, Spot 12. Be at the multi-story carpark in Hollywood 10 hours. The contest starts in 12. If you don't show, you'll be killed for abandoning. You know the rules.

Calypso hands Needles a large knife and a pistol, then the limo speeds off. After the initial shock wears off, Needles proceeds to the security shack. As he walks up, he finds it unmanned. Whistling can be heard from inside as a guard is walking up the main row with a clipboard in hand, taking inventory. Needles reaches inside the window of the shack and grabs the 20 ounce plastic bottle of soda sitting within reach. He proceeds quickly toward the guard heading his way, paying attention to the clipboard and not where he's walking. Needles walks right up to the guard without him even noticing. He places the mouth of the bottle over the opening in the barrel of the pistol and fires a shot cleanly into the top of the guard's head, who was looking down at the time. The plastic bottle acting as a make-shift, one-time use silencer, the cop drops to the ground and Needles quickly drags him to the end of one of the rows, to where an SUV is sitting. Needles opens the back hatch and throws the body inside. He ducks down as another guard comes walking up from the back of the lot, and stops at the puddle of blood in the middle of the center row.

GUARD: what the fuck is this shit?

As he bends over to investigate, Needles slowly comes up from behind and slices his throat with the knife. The cop's body starts convulsing as he falls to the dirt and gravel, blood squirting out like a fountain.

Needles makes a mad dash to the spot where Calypso said his ice cream truck would be. Needles jumps inside, and after a few tries, the motor fires up. Dropping it into Drive, Needles mashes the gas and speeds toward the gate, running over the near-dead body of the guard he knifed. Smashing through the wooden gate arm, Needles makes a beeline for Hollywood.

As he navigates the streets of Los Angeles, he swerves and steers around the wreckage and debris still there from last year's contest. As he passes a Blockbuster Video with a gapping hole in front, Needles chuckles to himself as he remembers watching Darkside ram Pit Viper and running her through the front of the store, crushing the driver and dune buggy inside. Stopping for a second, he peers through the morning sunlight and makes out the crushed Pit Viper still inside from a year ago, right where Darkside left her.

Parked amongst this year's contestants, Needles peers out of his driver's window toward Calypso's black limo, which he is now standing atop. With a megaphone in hand, Calypso drops the bombshell everyone's been waiting for.

CALYPSO: ladies and gentlemen, I welcome you to the 11th running of Twisted Metal!!! I have a special twist this year that will surely knock every one of you right on your ass!! this time, we will no longer be confined to LA!! this time, we will no longer be confined to the state of California!! this time, we will no longer be confined to the United States of America!!

At this time, a large cargo chopper is seen heading toward the carpark. After a moment, he continues...

CALYPSO: this time, Twisted Metal is going on tour!! A WORLD TOUR!!

(I'm not gonna go into detail about the battling cause that would take FOREVER, so I'll cut to the end involving Sweet Tooth)

After days of battling, and flying from country to country in the giant cargo chopper, Needles finds himself face down on the concrete sidewalks of Hong Kong. A mix of blood and water run over his face, as his forehead is steadily bleeding and the fire hydrant he ran over continues to rain water down all around him, creating a stream in the gutter. He rolls over to see his beloved Sweet Tooth laying on it's side, smashed to bits and the engine smoking and on fire.

Going in and out of consciousness, Needles is awakened by the rumbling and roaring sound of something big coming his way. Peering down the street, even through his horribly blurred vision, he can make out the form of a giant black monster truck rolling his way. Out in front, obviously running away from the beast are Outlaw, Shadow, and Roadkill.

In his groggy stuper, he notices another fallen opponent across the street. The crushed shell of Mr. Slam lay smashed halfway through a brick wall. Simon Whittlebone's body hanging out the front, with a giant piece of rebar completely piercing his skull.

As the monstrosity rolls closer, Needles starts to shuffle himself backward into the alleyway behind him. He looks down the street to see Outlaw slide sideways and drift onto a small side street and just out of reach of Dark Tooth's tires. Both, Shadow and Roadkill hit their nitrous simultaneously, and start to pull away from the giant truck right behind them. The hearse pulls ahead significantly as a loud pop is heard from under the hood of Roadkill, followed by a cloud of white smoke - the tell-tale sign of a blown head gasket and a thrown rod. With his motor completely blown, Roadkill quickly loses his momentum, making himself a sitting duck. At the last second, Marcus throws the car sideways and bails out, rolling into a pile of trash bags throw to the wayside. Dark comes through, crushing Roadkill like a soda can.

Just as his feet slide between the protective barrier of the 2 brick buildings, Dark Tooth goes roaring by in pursuit of Shadow, crushing whats left of Sweet Tooth in his wake. Needles collapses into unconsciousness.

He momentarily wakes up on a field cot inside the cargo chopper. Through his blurred vision, he makes out the figures of Calypso and the driver of Roadkill (unknown to him as Marcus Kane, his brother).

NEEDLES (in between long gasps): so he won, eh?

CALYPSO: nope.. he managed to survive his car getting destroyed. pretty much like you, but he came out alot less scathed...

NEEDLES: then who won?

CALYPSO: Outlaw 2. she wanted to be reunited with her brother, and I was all too happy to give her what she wanted (laughing).
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Reply #20 - 02/10/10 at 03:58:06
 
NEEDLES: you're such a prick... but a pig is a pig. to hell with that cunt..

Needles starts to cough and wheeze. he collapses back onto the cot and into a coma.

The next time he wakes up, he's in a hospital room.

DOCTOR: his vitals seem normal. he's showing consciousness. by whatever miracle, he's pulled through his coma just fine.

The doctor exits the room.

In the dim lighting above, Needles can make out that all-too familar silhouette staring down at him - the nappy, dreadlocked hair. the tattered suit. and that deep, smooth voice..

CALYPSO: you are quite the fighter, Needles. I'll be seeing you soon... with a new truck.

Calypso exits to the room. The door shuts, but a few minutes later, Needles hears it open again. Too tired to life his head, he just lays there, assuming it's Calypso again. After a long enough of feeling that 'someone is staring at me' vibe, Needles looks over to see who entered the room.

UNKNOWN (southern accent): hello Needles. (the sound of metal unsheathing) I am Jebadiah, and I am here to redeem your soul...

ok, I'm done. comments, critiques, critisisms, flames.. whatever you want. I've got 2 more Chronicles and a full-on battle fic in the waiting, but I'll hold off and let Michael have the spotlight for his Revenge fic
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Reply #21 - 02/10/10 at 04:42:35
 
The Dizaster Child wrote on 02/10/10 at 03:58:06:
NEEDLES: you're such a prick... but a pig is a pig. to hell with that cunt..

Needles starts to cough and wheeze. he collapses back onto the cot and into a coma.

The next time he wakes up, he's in a hospital room.

DOCTOR: his vitals seem normal. he's showing consciousness. by whatever miracle, he's pulled through his coma just fine.

The doctor exits the room.

In the dim lighting above, Needles can make out that all-too familar silhouette staring down at him - the nappy, dreadlocked hair. the tattered suit. and that deep, smooth voice..

CALYPSO: you are quite the fighter, Needles. I'll be seeing you soon... with a new truck.

Calypso exits to the room. The door shuts, but a few minutes later, Needles hears it open again. Too tired to life his head, he just lays there, assuming it's Calypso again. After a long enough of feeling that 'someone is staring at me' vibe, Needles looks over to see who entered the room.

UNKNOWN (southern accent): hello Needles. (the sound of metal unsheathing) I am Jebadiah, and I am here to redeem your soul...

ok, I'm done. comments, critiques, critisisms, flames.. whatever you want. I've got 2 more Chronicles and a full-on battle fic in the waiting, but I'll hold off and let Michael have the spotlight for his Revenge fic

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Reply #22 - 02/10/10 at 13:52:31
 
Really good shit man. Like the TM2 theme, and the way Sweets is.

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ya keep going Its not like any body reads mine anyways!
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Magnum wrote on 02/10/10 at 13:52:31:
Really good shit man. Like the TM2 theme, and the way Sweets is.

Awesome job. Keep it up.


if you rmember, the Chronicles are supposed to explain back story and fill in as many as holes as possible up thru Black. that's why you saw the TM2 events play out, and the intro of Preacher for Black. I planned on stopping there, but if guys really want me to keep going, i'm sure I can think up something..

admittedly, my age timeline with Lil Kane might be off some tho. I will draw one myself later and see if I can piece it together. considering the 2 chronicles I have going on, plus the 3rd that i'm contempleting all involve him, I need to get it right.
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Reply #25 - 02/11/10 at 00:07:11
 
The Dizaster Child wrote on 02/10/10 at 21:03:06:
if you rmember, the Chronicles are supposed to explain back story and fill in as many as holes as possible up thru Black. that's why you saw the TM2 events play out, and the intro of Preacher for Black. I planned on stopping there, but if guys really want me to keep going, i'm sure I can think up something..

admittedly, my age timeline with Lil Kane might be off some tho. I will draw one myself later and see if I can piece it together. considering the 2 chronicles I have going on, plus the 3rd that i'm contempleting all involve him, I need to get it right.

Ya you should read the last few posts of my fanfic, I refrence yours, pretty simple acually
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Reply #26 - 02/13/10 at 10:31:58
 
after thinking for a bit at work the other day, I managed to come up with some more for this story. its kinda gotta twist ending, but it'll def close the story. picking up where we left off......

As Preacher advances on Needles with his dagger drawn, Needles goes to get out of bed. However, he is restrained by leather straps. In his weakened state, the straps that he could usually break free from without much effort, are effectively holding him in place.

PREACHER: you have a demon in you, clown. it needs to come out!!

NEEDLES: fuck you, God Boy. you better pray that I dont get free.

Just as Preacher reaches the bed, the door swings open again.

CALYPSO: Jebediah, STOP!!

Preacher stops in his tracks and turns to face the door. Calypso has an angry look on his face.

PREACHER: he has a demon that needs to be expelled immediately!!

CALYPSO: this is neither the time nor the place. I told you, you will have your chance to do God's work. now leave...

Preacher resheaths his dagger and turns to walk away. Just as he gets to the door, he turns to face Needles.

PREACHER: your time will come soon enough, demon.

NEEDLES: go shove that dagger up your ass!!

Preacher turns to the door and exits. Calypso walks to the bed.

NEEDLES: where the fuck am I?? why am I strapped to the bed??

CALYPSO: Blackfield. every hospital refused to take you when we got back. this was the only place that could save you. they strapped you down because they're convinced you were the one who killed everyone in your escape last year.

NEEDLES: last year?? how long was I in a coma??

CALYPSO: almost a year to the day.

NEEDLES: you're shittin me..

CALYPSO: I shit you not, and the events of your escape are still fresh in everyone's mind.

NEEDLES: you had a hand in that, too.

CALYPSO: you're right, and they dont have enough evidence to convict you.

NEEDLES: when's my trial?

CALYPSO: as soon as the doctor says you're well enough to be put back into holding.

A hospital employee comes into the room. He walks up to Calypso.

EMPLOYEE: excuse me, are you John Sturgis?

CALYPSO: yes, I am. who's asking?

Needles laughs to himself at Calypso's alias, and the fact that the employees are buying it.

EMPLOYEE: an Officer Wydell wants to speak with you before you leave.

CALYPSO: very well.

EMPLOYEE: he'll be in the waiting room when you're done.

He leaves the room.

NEEDLES: John Sturgis? where the fuck do you pull these names from?

CALYPSO: you should know. he was a victim of yours.

NEEDLES: no shit.

CALYPSO: I'm gonna go talk to this pig and see what he wants. I'll talk to you soon.

Calypso leaves the room and heads to reception. Officer Wydell greets him in the waiting room.

WYDELL: Mr. Sturgis? I'm Officer Wydell. I wanted to ask you some questions if thats ok with you.

CALYPSO: thats fine. how can I help you?

WYDELL: I wanted to get some info on this Needles guy, and you're one of the only people who's come to see him. I thought you might be able to help us.

CALYPSO (a little surprised): one of the only people? who else has come to see him?

WYDELL: a guy named Marcus Kane. we were tipped off by the shared last name, but a search still hasnt turned up much. Just that he works as a mechanic in Dallas/Ft. Worth. we thought you might be able to help us sooner.

CALYPSO: well what do you want to know?

WYDELL: whats his real name?

CALYPSO: I dont know. no one does except his mother and father.

WYDELL: do you know where they can be reached?

CALYPSO: well his father died a couple years back, and his mother has been missing for over 2o years.

WYDELL: wow, ok. umm, do you know anything about his escape last year, or the victims that were left behind?

CALYPSO: honestly, I dont know the answers you seek. I dont associate with him on a regular basis.

WYDELL: well I thank you for your time then. have a good one.

Wydell heads out of the front door and leaves. Calypso walks up to the reception desk.

CALYPSO: excuse me, but how long ago did Marcus Kane come to see Needles?

RECEPTIONIST (after flipping some paperwork): about 3 weeks ago. he left something for Needles, but the police confiscated it.

CALYPSO: thank you.

Calypso heads outside and gets on his cell phone.

CALYPSO: hey, Hodges. get ready for a fight, I need you to represent a friend of mine in court pretty soon.

HODGES: who is it?

CALYPSO: Needles Kane.

HODGES: the fucking clown?? I'm one of the best lawyers money can buy, but I cant do miracles.

CALYPSO: trust me, this sounds worse than it is. I'll get you the details as I get them.

Calypso gets in his limo and heads home. A couple days later, Needles is released to his cell. Given a full recovery, he is handed a court date as he walks into his cell. Two weeks from today. A week passes, and its business as usual. Then the next day, Needles is called out to one of the conference rooms. Donned in shackles from head to toe, he is seated at a long table. Before long, a familiar face sits at the table with him.

DR. LONG: hello Needles, how have you been?

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Reply #27 - 02/14/10 at 08:08:36
 
Needles stares in disbelief.

NEEDLES: I didnt think you'd still be here after what happened last time I was in the house.

LONG: its amazingly tame when you're not here.

NEEDLES: I figured that much. why am I here?

LONG: I wanted to talk to you. about the night you left.

NEEDLES: its because you are the only one to try and understand me since I left my family.

Long looks at him, puzzled.

LONG: but I didnt even ask you anything...

NEEDLES: you wanna know why I let you live. I may be insane, doc... but I'm not stupid.

LONG: no, of course not. I wasnt implying...

NEEDLES (cutting off Long in mid-sentence): its ok, dont worry about it. can I go?

LONG: there's still alot to be covered, Needles. I have information you need to know.

NEEDLES: like what? I'm fucked and they wanna send me back to the chair? thats old news, doc.

LONG: not quite. as far as this case they wanna put against you.. they dont have enough evidence.

NEEDLES: so I heard.

LONG: you left no witnesses behind. whether or not that was intentional, it worked well in your favor.

NEEDLES: like I said, I'm not stupid.

LONG: well there is a strange matter that needs to be dealt with.

Long pulls a large bag up from the floor and sets it on the table. He unzips it and pulls out a crumpled New York license plate. The tag reads, "I SCREAM".

NEEDLES: where did you get that?

LONG: some kid on eBay from Hong Kong is selling a destroyed ice cream truck, piece by piece. In the ads, he claims they are parts from Sweet Tooth, the truck from that Twisted tournament thing. If my memory serves correctly, thats your truck. Is it not?

NEEDLES: I have no idea what you're talking about.

LONG: yea? then why is it that when I ran the tag number through the DMV, it came back to a Charles Kane?

Needles sits silent.

LONG: that is your father, Needles. did you escape from here last year to go drive in that contest?

Needles continues to stay silent.

LONG: ok, tell me this. why is that truck registered under your dead father's name?

NEEDLES: cause its his truck, obviously.

LONG: all my records indicate that he drove a taxi cab for the Bellic Cab Company in New York. it says nothing about any ice cream job.

NEEDLES: side work. under the table. he couldnt afford to feed us kids and that filthy whore on one paycheck. she refused to work, so he was forced to work 2 jobs.

LONG: how did he end up with the truck? better yet, how did YOU end up with it?

NEEDLES: well his boss over at Mr. Whoopee decided that he didnt wanna pay my dad anymore. so my dad told him that he was gonna keep the truck to make up for the lost pay. the boss threatened to have him killed, and my dad threatened to expose his drug dealing business to the local news. they came to an agreement, and my dad parked the truck in storage. I needed a vehicle and knew about the truck, so I went and took it for myself.

LONG: I see.

NEEDLES: does anyone else know about the truck?

LONG: the feds actually arrested the kid and confiscated the remains, but it was so badly beaten up that they couldnt find a shred of evidence.

NEEDLES: I killed 5 people last year, that you know for certain is true. why are you still trying to help me?

LONG: because you are proof that I was right.

Before Needles could ask what Long meant, the door to the room opens.

GUARD: ok doc, time's up.

LONG (looking at Needles): I wish you the best. I'll see you soon.

Long gathers his belongings and exits the room. At that point, 3 guards enter the room and escort Needles back to his cell.

Its the day of the trial, and the courthouse is a madhouse. The lobby is a zoo. The parking lot is littered with people, both excited and outraged. Protesters of all kinds pace the steps right outside the main door. News crews troll the property inside and out. A heavily armored vehicle pulls up out front. The driver and passenger, both fully armed and protected, exit the cab of the truck as 4 police cruisers pull up to assist. The driver unlocks the back door and Needles steps out, donned in shackles and a bright orange jumpsuit. He is followed by 6 guards, all as equally prepared for battle as the 2 that sat up front. Bringing up the rear behind the police escort is the black limo containing Calypso and his lawyer, Donald Hodges. As they exit the limo...

HODGES: thanks again for all your info, Calypso. this should be done in no time.

CALYPSO: lets hope so. I have a tournament to finish prepping for.

Once inside, its all business and Hodges doesnt waste a second getting into his debate.

HODGES: this is a pretty clear and cut case. there is an utter lack of evidence that proves my client killed anybody that night. the gun used to shoot the 3 guards not only came back free of Needles' fingerprints, but the gun wasnt even registered to him. in fact, the bullets that killed those men came from the same gun found at the scene. that gun was registered to Chris Irons, the nightshift security guard. and wouldnt you know it, he was nowhere to be found at the time of the escape. that sounds like COLLUSION  to me. And the axe that killed Warden Thomas and Robert Gibson also came back with no fingerprints.
as you can see, there is nothing that ties my client to this murders.

Calypso cracks a smile as his high-priced lawyer is busy delivering his case to the jury. He takes a moment to peer around the room, only to find 3 familiar faces in the crowd: Dr. Long, Preacher, and Marcus Kane. Before he could get up to move, the judge calls for the jury to deliberate. They disappear into the juror's room, only to return a short time later. alot shorter than anyone would've imagined.

JUDGE: have you reached a unanimous verdict?

JUROR: in the case of the state of Nevada versus Needles Kane, we find the defendant NOT GUILTY.

A hush falls over the crowd, which quickly turns to angry yelling. The crowd gets more and more hostile as police in riot gear enter the courtroom. In the scuffle, Calypso makes his way to where Marcus Kane was seated. The seat is now empty and no sign of him can be found. Calypso makes his way to Preacher.

CALYPSO: what are you doing here, Preacher?

PREACHER (ignoring the question): the demon escaped his fate. I must now intervene.

Preacher slips his dark sunglasses and hat back on and proceeds out the door. Calypso retakes his seat.

December 23rd. Just a few days after his trial, and Needles is sitting in his cell. He's holding a note in his hand. It reads, "PACK YOUR THINGS. IT'S TIME.".

NEEDLES (in thought): why does he fuck with me?

Soon enough, there comes the familiar jingle of keys, followed by the unlocking of Needles' cell door. A black silhouette steps into the room.

CALYPSO (chuckling to himself): you packed?

NEEDLES: fuck you, Scarface.

The 2 head out of the room and proceed down the hallway toward the guard's desk.

CALYPSO: lets try to keep the body count down this time. my lawyer isnt cheap, you know.

Before long, they're parked in front of the LAPD Impound lot.

NEEDLES: why does this place always end up with my truck?

CALYPSO: Long Beach is the closest port to Hong Kong, where they brought the truck in from.

NEEDLES: wait, I'm driving that crumpled beer can??

CALYPSO: its ok, trust me.

NEEDLES: and you always worry about me fucking YOU over...

Needles steps out of the limo, and it speeds away. After murdering his way into the lot, he makes his way to the spot that Calypso wrote down on a piece of paper. Needles walks up to find a demolished pile of steel.

NEEDLES: that son of a bitch.. I swear I'm gonna kill him!!

Needles goes to turn away, but something taped to pile of mess catches his eye - a note. He opens it...

"GOTCHA!! YOUR REAL RIDE IS IN ROW 7, SPOT 3.

Needles walks to the new spot to find an armored security vehicle thats been repainted white with pink dots all over. Needles climbs inside. Using the keys Calypso handed to him as he left the limo, the vehicle starts right up. Another note is taped to the steering wheel.

"LOOK FAMILIAR?

Looking around, Calypso's point flies over Needles' head. He notices a small arrow in the bottom corner of the note, indicating to flip it over. Needles does so, and finds another note on the back.

"IF YOU'RE READING THIS, THAT MEANS YOU DIDNT GET IT. YOU DUMB FUCK, THIS IS THE TRUCK THAT HAULED YOU TO AND FROM THE COURTHOUSE THE OTHER DAY."

Needles laughs to himself, and proceeds to Calypso's carpark. From here, the usual is handed out. Rules, regulations, etc. Before long, Needles finds himself battling it out with 3 other drivers on a skyscraper rooftop. In addition to the other drivers, an attack chopper is also raining down fire from the sky. Sweet Tooth is tracing the edge of the building, looking to bait someone into a foolish mad dash over the edge and to their doom. A well-placed missle from Warhawk disables the armored truck-turned ice cream truck, right at the edge of the skyscraper. Needles turns to see the ragged-out El Camino of Preacher making a beeline right for him. Unable to get out in time, Preacher t-bones the truck, sending it skidding off the side of the building. This act, however, has totalled the front end of Brimstone. With a destroyed motor and front suspension, its not long before the sitting duck gets targeted. Shadow unleashes a Screaming Shadow toward Brimstone, activating it as it goes under the rear-end, popping it into the air and over the edge as well.
Its not a fatal fall for Needles. Fortunately, he lands on the roof of a section of the building that just isnt quite as tall as the crown of the skyscraper. But a 4-story fall is certainly not gonna end well either. With the roof of the truck caved in, Needles attempts to crawl out through whats left of the windshield. A few seconds later, the dismantled wreck of Brimstone comes crashing down mere feet from where Sweet Tooth had landed. The impact shakes the entire rooftop. Just as Needles breaches the windshield, his body gives out. He fades into darkness.
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Reply #28 - 02/14/10 at 08:29:07
 
Needles' vision is blurry. He hears the sounds of hospital machinery - beeps, boops, etc. Glancing around, the only form he is able to make out walks up to the bed.

CALYPSO: sleep well?

NEEDLES: what happened?

CALYPSO: long story short, Dark Tooth kicked your ass all over Hong Kong.

Needles goes quiet for a minute.

NEEDLES: wait a minute.. the last thing I remember, I was upside down on a rooftop in California. after getting t-boned by some whacked-out priest in an El Camino...

CALYPSO: the drugs are obviously still taking effect. listen to me, Needles... you've been in a coma for almost a year. the last time you were conscious, you were in my cargo chopper coming back from Hong Kong.

NEEDLES: but what about the trial? the preacher?

CALYPSO: beats the shit out of me. you're a fucking lunatic, remember? it was all in your head.

Calypso walks out of the room, laughing to himself. as the door shuts, a shadowy figure walks out from behind it.

PREACHER: hello Needles. I am Jebediah (unsheaths daggar), and I am here to save your soul...

ok, done. enjoy.
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