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Re: Twisted Metal: Harbor City (fanfic)
Reply #45 - 10/28/10 at 20:15:01
 
Chapter 20:  Supernova Goes Pop


:: Camera opens back up the hi-rise section of harbor city as the day is slowly turning into night, dark clouds begin to cover the sky as the war rages on the streets below::  (Thank god those punks are leaving) Simon Whittlebone thinks to himself as he watches the blips of Hammerhead leaving the vicinity. He notices a single blip that hasn’t moved from its spot “I wonder if it’s a glitch” he says. ::Simon slowly wields Mr. Slam around to the opposite end of the  building when he stops suddenly:: ::The radar comes up with the name ‘Axel’:: ::Camera zooms in on Joseph face as he sits and stares at Mr. Slam::  “I have no reason to fight you.” he says. Unfortunately  Simon can’t hear him or read lips.

“Well buddy, if you ain’t gonna come to me, looks like I’m gonna come to you.” Simon lowers his slammer, half of his claws are gone due to the acid attacks from  Pit Viper. “This roof ain’t big enough for the both of us.”

::Simon punches the accelerator and Mr. Slam launches towards Axel.  Axel sits still and watches the approaching  truck::
(How foolish to approach me so carelessly) Joseph thinks to himself - he has already seen Mr. Slam fight and is very much aware of his abilities.
“Gotya!” Simon yells as he unleashes the metallic jaws of Mr. Slam.
::Time slows to a near crawl and the camera is zoomed in to Joseph’s mouth::
“Defend” Joseph  whispers :: In an instant  the tires come together and form one giant wheel.  Mr. Slam’s teeth slide helplessly off the rubber tire.  Simon flustered  attempts  to grab Axel again, the jaw of Mr. Slam fails again.
::Inside the ball, Joesph can barely see through the tiny gap between the two tires. “He’ll try this move all day long, I just don’t have time to waste.” “Neutral” he whispers and Axel returns to the normal mode of the vehicle::

::In an instant Mr. Slams jaw snaps forward snatching the metal bar above Joseph’s head, lifting Axel up off the ground. “I knew you couldn’t stay in that ball forever, and now you’re mine” Simon says as he prepares to launch Axel off the building:: ::Joseph whispers “Axel Power” A large ring of blue light radiates from the the base of Axel  cutting through the middle of Mr. Slam, killing Simon instantly. The Jaws of Mr. Slam snap off by the front cab, freeing Axel from his grip.::

::Joseph looks at the remains of Mr Slam and mutters the words “I’m sorry” as he proceeds to make his way to the ground level::
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Reply #46 - 12/21/10 at 17:42:02
 
Chapter 21: TM intermission


::Downtown Harbor City, an image of a young man is scene running for his life.  Behind him is the sound of a motorcycle and scraping metal.  The young man turns and runs down an alley.::
::Camera zoomes in close up to the face of the man desperately fleeing the area::
“Shit..a dead end…maybe I can h…” ::His words cut off, in shock he looks down at his chest and sees a rusty scythe has impaled his body.  As the camera zooms back past the guy who is now sunken to his knees, Mr Grimm steps into the frame with his combat knife::
::The scene switches to  a room with several monitors, Calypso looks away in disgust:: “Ya know” he says “He could get sick and die from eating uncooked meat.”
::Calypso looks around:: "Can somebody get that man a George Foreman grill?"
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Reply #47 - 12/21/10 at 17:45:41
 
Chapter 22: Time to Wake Up

::Camera flashes back to the internal battle of Spectre vs. Spectre::

“I think its time for a new king…time for a new king…new king…king…king…king” Those words rip through my head and slowly begin to fade off.  ::Blackness engulfs  me, I can’t see anything, but I can feel something like a floor, a metallic floor::

“I’m in a room?” “How can this be?” ::The walls seem to stretch out into forever, everything is pure white::
“So, ya finally decided to wake up” a deep grumbling voice says behind me. ::The camera pans out to show a figure standing in polka dot pants wielding a machete behind me::
“Needles Kane?” “Aren’t you the driver of Sweet Tooth?” I stammer, “Wha-What are you doing here…Actually where are we?”

::“Needles Kane?” “Who the hell is that?” He says while lifting his machete above his head “I’m just someone who came here looking to kill you!” He yells as he swings his machete around trying to cut me in half.  ( This is just getting better and better all the time) I think to myself (Another machete!) I grab it and immediately  stop Needles swing.

::“What’s with that dumb look on your face?” He says “So what, you stopped my one handed swing with both of your hands, but..::I begin gasping for breath as Needles left hand has a death grip around my neck:: “You left yourself wide open.” He says as he throws me to the ground.::
::I pick up the machete again and back up. “You don’t have any reason to fight me, why are you doing this?”

::Needles pauses. “A reason?” “Did I say that I needed a reason to kill.” “I’m not sure what you think is going on here, maybe you are fighting to gain something back, or to right a wrong…or maybe you have no clue why you’re even fighting to begin with, but I do know one thing… ::He pauses again, points his machete toward me:: … The fact that you are in this place along with me means that somehow, somewhere along the way both of us turned out to be the same type of person.”  He continues “I can see you, and I was once there in your shoes…one day you will be exactly where I am now..” ::He tightens his grip on his machete::  “It’s the where we end up part that has me intrigued so to speak!” ::He yells as he lunges at me swinging his machete. The sound of metal  echoes throughout the room as the two machete collide over and over again.  Needles tries another overhead swing but misses (Too slow) I think as I make a horizontal cut, the machete cuts into Needle’s stomach.  (No blood?! How can this be) my mind begins to race.
::Unaffected  by the attack Needles turns around and begins to swing again and again (This must all be in my head) I think as I continue to dodge all of his incoming attacks. (this is going to be risky, but I have to try it) I drop my machete as Needles takes a step in to deliver a killing blow::

::CLANK!:: ( I knew it)::
“How can this be?!!” Needles yells :: The Camera rotates around both of us showing that I stopped Needles’s blade with my bare hand:: “Impossible!” he yells.
“Sorry” I reply back “This is my world and you are an unwelcome guest.  ::In a single motion I rip Needles’s mask off, there’s a black whole where a face should be. Needles’s skin begins to break down and dissipate. “Now then, shall we continue this?” I say out loud.  ::In a flash I’m sitting back behind the wheel of Spectre, staring at rather bewildered demon behind the wheel of a black Spectre.
“HOW ARE YOU STILL ALIVE?” WHY ARE YOU SO GODDAMN PERSISTANT? DON’T YOU GET IT, EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE IF YOU JUST LEAVE IT T-” the demon begins to scream
“Shut up” I say as I watch 20 ghost missiles rain down on the car in front of me.
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