I miss my daddy…
(The voice of a little girl echoes as the camera zooms through the asylum gates, down the hallway into the solitary cell.)
It’s been so long since I’ve seen him.
(In the cell sits a little girl of about 10 years old. She has long, fine dark hair and pale skin, with very light, milky eyes. She wears an old patched dress and black flats.)
It’s hard to keep track of time in here. I can’t even tell if it’s day or night.
(The little girl stands blankly out the small window of her cell, her eyes seeing nothing.)
I wish I could be with my daddy again. He was so nice to me, he helped me do everything.
(The camera flashes back to a blurry image of a man with the girl on his shoulders, dancing with her through falling snow. They are both laughing.)
Now, this is all I have left of my daddy.
(Camera focuses in on a snow globe with a little house inside in the girl’s hand. She shakes it gently and the flakes flurry about.)
He gave me this right before he became different. This is what I remember him by, before he changed.
(Camera flashes back to a blurry image of the same man slowly putting a strange, black mask over his head.)
He had said he had a new job, working for a new man. He didn’t have to drive his old truck anymore. He got a new one, but it was scary. I didn’t like it.
(A tear runs down the girl’s cheek.)
I loved helping him do his old work in the snow. I felt so close to him…
(Camera flashes back to the man and girl making snow angels in the white powder.)
When he went away, I guess I didn’t know what to do. He was my eyes, because I was blind. Nobody else ever understood me. They wanted to put me in an orphanage, but I wouldn’t let them. I just wanted my daddy back.
(The girl is being carried away by a man with his back to the camera. The girl’s arms are outstretched in the camera’s direction, and she’s crying.)
I didn’t mean to hurt anybody. But they put me in here anyway.
(In the present, the girl looks around her bleak cell.)
One day, I had a visitor.
(Joseph Kane shows up in the cell, wearing his dark Armani suit.)
He told me that if I won his contest, he could help me find my daddy. He even said I could use my daddy’s old truck.
(Kane holds the girl’s hand and walks her out of the cell.)
I was going to be able to have my daddy again…
(An old, worn slow plow rumbles away from the asylum.)
Blackfield Asylum Profile:
Driver Name: Gabrielle
Age: 11
Vehicle: Snow Angel
Vehicle Description: A dump truck with a snow plow attached the front. It’s painted a navy blue color. The bed is completely filled with snow that is overflowing out of the sides. A thin layer of snow coats the whole vehicle, including the windshield. Icicles hang from every surface of the truck. The windshield, headlights, and mirrors are cracked, and the grill and front fenders are askew. The body of an old snowmobile (without the tracks) is chained to the back bumper.
Stats:
Armor: 8/10
Speed: 3/10
Control: 3/10
Special: 8/10 – Frostbite – Large icicle spikes emerge from the plow, and the truck activates turbo and rams the opponent, impaling with the icicles and also freezing them (same duration as a regular freeze).
***
I’m so tired…
(Camera does the lopsided zoom through the asylum gates, down the hallway and into the solitary cell. An exhausted, strained voice narrates.)
I just wish I could fall asleep.
(Camera enters the cell and we see a skinny man wearing a faded, ripped dress shirt and khaki slacks in the same condition slumped against the cell wall. His hair has grown shaggy and is graying, falling about his shoulders.)
How long has it been now, almost a year? That sounds about right…
(The camera focuses more closely on his face. It is grotesque, his skin gaunt and taut, almost translucent, etched with lines. Huge dark circles emanate from his baggy eyes with crimson, bloodshot pupils. A thin film of drool is emitted from his agape mouth.)
A whole year without sleeping… My God. Oh, and that’s 529,643. Sheep number 529,643.
(The man stares blankly out the window, then cackles feebly to himself.)
And all because of that cursed night. That killer… my family… we were so helpless.
(Camera flashes back to an image of the same man, looking healthy and younger, cowering in fear with his wife and two children, shielding them with his arms. An ominous shadow of a man falls over them.)
I can barely even feel the pain anymore. All I am now is exhausted.
(In the past, the shadow raises the silhouette of long, blunt object in his hands. The family shuts their eyes and trembles.)
Ever since then, I’ve never been able to fall asleep. I’m too tortured by nightmares to get any rest.
(Camera shows a flashback of the same man, half-asleep, thrashing about in the cell wearing a straightjacket.)
Their medicine has no effect on me. I must be some kind of freak of nature.
(Flashback of a doctor injecting a syringe into the man’s arm, but nothing happens. He just sits there with the same exhausted, zoned expression.)
One day, something happened to break up the monotony. I had a visitor.
(Joseph Kane, wearing his dark suit, enters the cell.)
At first, I thought it was just another one of those dreams I had while I was awake. They were happening every day. But the man was real. He said his name was Joseph Kane.
(Kane extends his hand to the pitiful man slouched on the ground. The man does not respond.)
He said he ran some kind of automobile contest, and if I won, he could help me fall back asleep.
(Kane walks out of the cell, leading the man listlessly along.)
529,647.
(The man stumbles into the impound lot of the asylum).
It seemed like a long shot, but I was willing to give it a try. I’d do anything just to get some sleep
(A ’95 Chevy Cavalier zooms away from the asylum.)
Blackfield Asylum Profile:
Name: Allen Greer
Age: 45
Vehicle: Firefly
Vehicle Description: 1995 Chevy Cavalier coupe, painted a dark green. The bumpers and fenders are rusted and falling off, some are haphazardly chained to the body. There is no windshield. A spotlight is randomly chained to the roof that flickers on and off. The trunk lid has been removed. A machine gun is mounted on the center of the hood.
Stats:
Armor: 4/10
Speed: 7/10
Control: 7/10
Special: 6/10 – Bioluminescence – A glowing, golden orb of light materializes in the trunk and emits lighting-like beams of energy at the nearest opponent, doing damage and temporarily disabling their steering.
***
My love for thee grows stronger by the day, Veronica…
(Camera sweeps through the asylum gates, into the hallway to the solitary cell. The sincere voice of a man echoes down the hall.)
And one day, I know it will grow so strong that not even the grave will be able to withstand it.
(The Camera enters the cell, revealing a handsome man in a bloody tuxedo, sitting cradling a figure next to him. Her head is slumped, so her face is unseen. She wears a bloody wedding dress and her hair is long and unkempt. She looks oddly pale and skinny.)
I promise you, darling, that I will find a way to reverse that dreadful accident.
(The man tilts the bride’s head up, revealing the face of a corpse. The woman is dead, her body decaying much like Charlie Kane’s.)
We were so close to an eternity together, but the unthinkable happened.
(Camera flashes back to a view from inside a car, the man driving, the woman in the passenger seat. Time slows down as the windshield starts to crack and explode. They both start to scream.)
I’m so sorry I wasn’t strong enough to protect you my love, so sorry…
(Still in the past, the camera shows the man weeping and holding his now-dead bride to his chest, surrounded by flames and devastation.)
There are so many evil people in the world, I just couldn’t keep them away. I failed.
(In the present, the groom runs his hand through the bride’s disgusting, rotting hair.)
I will never give up on you though.
(The man kisses the corpse’s forehead.)
I’ll never let them take you away from me, no matter how hard they try. I know that soon we will somehow be together again.
(Someone knocks on the cell door.)
There’s a visitor, my dear. Don’t worry, I’ll see him in.
(A clean cut man in a dark Armani suit enters the cell.)
His name is Joseph Kane, and he is offering us a place in some automobile competition of his. And guess what?
(The groom stares up in wonder at Kane.)
If we win, he can grant us one wish! I could bring you back to life! This is just the chance we need.
(Kane leads the groom out of the cell, who is carrying the corpse in his arms.)
Never fear, my dearest Veronica. The time is short until again we shall embrace…
(A ’95 white Lincoln Town Car speeds away from the asylum. The man is in the driver’s seat with the corpse of his bride propped up in the passenger’s seat.)
Blackfield Asylum Profile:
Name: Oliver and Veronica Avery.
Age: 29 and 28
Vehicle: Verona
Vehicle Description: 1995 white Lincoln Town Car. The car used to be pristine, but has declined due to lack of care. Iron bars are chained on the front and rear bumpers and side skirts for armor. The windows are tinted black but are shattered in some places. The passenger side of the windshield is completely demolished and caved in. Soda cans are attached to the rear bumper with strings and drag along behind the car as it drivers. Machine gun is mounted on the right side.
Stats:
Armor: 6/10
Speed: 5/10
Handling: 6/10
Special: 5/10 – Til Death Do Us Part – A circular pulse wave is emitted from the front of the car and travels in a straight line until detonated.
***
The body of Snow Angel looks like this:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/SnowplowAnd sorry if Verona seems redundant off Bloody Mary, but I think they're different enough
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