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Chapter 6: Live and Let Die
::Camera set on bird eye’s view as Spectre is speeding off down the road to escape Mr. Slam:: ::Camera goes into the cab of Mr. Slam:: “Goddamn is this little bugger quick, none of my missiles are even reaching him!” Whittlebone shouts. “Hmm if he keeps this up he’ll run straight into the Junkyard and they’ll be no escaping my jaws then” ::Camera switches over to Spectre:: (Good I’m losing him he can’t keep up with me- he should eventually give up) ::I give a quick glance down a side road and see a warehouse in the near distance:: ::I take the next turn and head straight for the open garage door:: ( I’ll hide in here for a while until that front end loader goes away) ::Upon entering the warehouse the camera pans around showing that its rundown decaying and abandoned:: ::Camera zooms onto the radar screen that shows a small blip on the screen with the text Mr. Grimm:: “Grimm?” I stammer, “As in Grim reaper?” “No way he can’t be real” (According to my radar it says he’s directly in front of me) “He’s cloaked!” :: I quickly switch to my special:: ::My missiles have a lock on his bike:: ::FIRE:: “Suck on these Grimm!” I shout. :: I watch as my missiles pass through the wall as if there’s nothing even there:: “woah” was all that I could come up with.
::Camera switches over to Mr. Grimm as he watches the two incoming ‘ghost missiles’:: “Speeeeecttrrreeee!!!” “Imma kill you, you little pansy bitch!” Grimm roars in outrage. “Who the fuck shoots through walls, what kinda bullshit guerilla war tatics is this?” ::Grimm slides his bike around and takes off on nitrous trying to out run the incoming missiles:: ::Grimm looks into his side view mirrors and see’s that the missiles are cutting through houses and trying to cut him off:: ::Up ahead he spots Grasshopper cruising the two lane crossroad:: (Perfect!) ::Grimm launches out two rico discs and knocks grasshopper onto her side, he then slams on the brakes as he skids around the underbelly of grasshopper:: :: He takes off just as the missiles come crashing into the roof of the buggy and explode taking out Krista Sparks:: “Its on now!” Grimm shouts as he heads back to the warehouse. (25 years of combat training and being a Vietnam veteran will be the key to my next victory) ::Grimm readies his scythe and crashes through the window of the warehouse:: “Your mine you little bitch!”
::Camera switches back to the in-car view of Spectre:: “Holy shit, this guy is insane!” I scream and throw my car in reverse. ::Slam enters the doorway and blocks my escape:: His giant teeth come crashing down and start chomping wildly at the air in front of him:: “SHIT!” ::I swerve my car to the right and gun it sliding just barely out of range from Slam’s jaws of death:: :: As I race down the isles of the abandon warehouse I see Grimm in my rear view gaining on me:: “Oh fuck!” ::my eyes widen to what lays in front of me:: “A wall?!” (What do I do What do I do What do I do) ::Without thinking I throw Spectre into reverse and floor it::
::Camera fly’s back to Grimm:: ::With one final glance in his side view he see’s slam not budging from entrance:: ( That fat fuck Whittlebone thinks he’s gonna kill me after I take out this guy) ::Grimm refocuses his attention on the blue car in front of him:: (Just what are you trying to pull) ::He gets ready to throw his razor sharp scythe:: (What could he possibly do in this situation) ::Grimm watches as Spectre deploys the jump jets and the car begins to sail over him:: “Impressive reflexes kid, but!-”
::Camera pans around in a circle around both Grimm and Spectre three times:: ::Quick flash into the cockpit of Spectre:: “I did it!” I’m going to get - ::Camera returns to Grimm’s arm still holding onto the scythe:: “-I’ve already predicted this move of yours” ::Grimm extends his arm up and the scythe pierces through the bottom of Spectre::
::Camera goes back into Spectre:: (What….this can’t be…how can this be) ::My car’s damage indicator is flashing red all over:: (This is it, this really is the end) ::My car lands and continues to roll backwards and finally comes to stop:: “MOVE! Come on!! MOVE!!!” ::I look up to see Mr. Grimm waving ‘goodbye’:: (Why’s he waving?) ::In an instant my car is picked up Mr. Slam:: ::Images of what just happened to Twister flash in my mind:: “oh no” is all I mange to come up with “This really is the end”
::Camera into the cab of Mr. Slam:: ::Whittlebone opens the door to his vehicle and shouts to Mr. Grimm who is sitting idle on his bike:: “I DON’T WANT THIS SCRAP HEAP” “CATCH!” ::Whittlebone launches Spectre like a pitcher throwing a fastball straight toward Grimm’s bike::
::Camera returns to Mr. Grimm’s face:: ::Without hesitation he activates his shield:: ::Even so the impact of Spectre knocks Mr. Grimm through the warehouse wall:: “Impossible!” He shouts as he watches Spectre fly even further off into the distance.
::Camera follows Spectre’s flight through a couple of houses and a crash landing into a junkyard:: ::Dazed and confused I look around:: ( I can’t believe I’m still alive) ::Spectre’s engine starts:: (I can’t believe that this car still runs - although my damage indicator is at its max level) “Shit, I can’t afford to even take on a single machine gun bullet”
::In pure irony a giant tanker rolls up next to me and ignites my car and the surrounding junk cars on fire:: ::Time seems to freeze and the entire world comes to a hault:: ::The ground directly in front of me:: ( I lost, I can’t believed I actually agreed to participate in this, I’m doomed to burn in hell for all eternity) (If only I never sold my soul, how stupid am I?) :: My body gets sucked into the giant hole and I begin my decent into darkness:: ::Thud my body hit’s a rock solid ground:: ::The environment is blistering hot, fire lava pools are everywhere:: ::Screams of pain and suffering fill my head until the point that I can’t take it anymore:: :: I start clawing at my throat but its no use - I wouldn’t die again anyway:: <Greetings, long time no see pal> :: I turn around and see my poor torture and demonic soul smiling back at me:: <So now what’s your plan> “uhhh, well I-” I start to stammer unable to come up with an answer ::CRUNCH:: :: I turn back in horror to see a rather ogre looking demon peering down upon me:: ::His voice gruff he speaks “What brings you to my humble abode”
“I, I lost in Twisted Metal”
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