::FINAL WAR::
The afternoon sun pours through the smog as Dread Wind rages down the road, Max knows she’s dead , the voices inside his head scream for control. “It’s me Max, Lord Dread Wind!”
: That’s not him it’s…it’s a demon.
“Bingo shithead! How else do you think you have these powers.”
: But I…
“Your body and mind were weak, and I needed a place to stay…hahahahaha!”
: You fucking bitch I’ll wish for you to go back were you belong!
“Yup, right back o n your sister!”
: fuck you!
Max hits the brakes, smashing his head off the steering wheel.
: How you like that huh?
“ It hurt you just as much as it hurt me.”
: su…
A blue mustang races by at the upcoming intersection.
: Spectre!
Max hits the gas and shifts to second, he turns right, then runs over an abandoned taxi cab. Third, Max runs the semi hard as he starts to ketch up to Spectre.
Max: I’ve got you know!
Scott: Not quite!
Scott sticks his arm out the window with shotgun, and starts firing off shells . POP! The shotgun gets Dread Wind’s left tire, and it gets stuck, causing the whole truck to stop and lip straight up. Scott laughs as the truck rolls a few times and skids to the side of the road.
“It’s my turn now.”
Scott: What?!
Dark clouds spin over Dread Wind, A Twister comes down and picks the semi up. The tornado turns towards Spectre.
Dread Wind: If you’re fucked and you know it clap your hands!
Scott: Shit!
Spectre takes a sharp right and heads down the road, but in a few seconds the twister picks him up. Scott starts fumbling around and he hits the radio. “Round and Round!” ,Scott looks in amazement.
Scott: What are the odds of that?!
Dread Wind: I always did like RATT.
The mustang is flung miles away, unknowing to Dread Wind, but he lands into a power plant. The shock over stimulates Scott and the whole mustang explodes in blue flames.
::Minutes later, Calypso’s hideout::
A wrecked purple semi crawls to a halt inside Calypso’s palace, and Max climbs out. He looks at a clean cut man in a suit and tie.
Max: Where’s Calypso?
: I am Calypso young man.
Max: Calypso, I want this demon out of me, please!
Calypso: I can’t do that sir.
Max: Why the fuck not?
A Buffalo has been sitting there behind Max, claw drawn. It stabs him right as Calypso says that, and flicks him off into a balcony.
Calypso: There was one more left! Hahahahaha! But the demon is gone!
Marcus climbs out of the mine clearing truck and stumbles to Calypso.
Marcus: I want it all normal again! It’s not real and you know it. I wish I was out of this nightmare!
Calypso: Your wish is granted!...Needles
Electric sparks fly around, and Marcus passes out on the floor. He wakes up in a bear white room, a police officer walks out of the room after saying something, but Marcus is too disorientated. A man sits across the table, and he speaks.
DR. LONG: I am Doctor Malcolm Long. I am a psyche evaluator here at the Blackfield Asylum. First off, I want you to know you have nothing to worry about.
I am a very easy-going guy, here to help.
END