CAGE
: BURN, MOTHERFUCKER! BURN!
The windshield finally shatters from the heat, sending tempered glass all over the dash and lap of Marcus. He gives the rope to the Schrapnel Cannon a good, hard tug. Another sonic boom shakes the ground beneath the GTO as more junk steel is fired ahead. Quickly, the flames cease and Warthog makes a sudden 90 degree turn, crashing into a storefront. Marcus brings Roadkill to a stop and surveys the scene. Warthog, now with most of the wagon on top destroyed, sits motionless. Marcus moves his shotgun to his lap. He watches Hammerhead and Sweet Tooth move farther into the distance, then steps out from his car. Shotgun drawn and ready, he slowly approaches Warthog. The wind and rain batters him as me makes his way across the street. Lightning cracks and thunder booms all around him. He finally reaches the tank and rips open the driver's door, shotgun trained on the occupant. Cage's dead
body slumps over, still in his military restraints. A large piece of rebar sticking from the front of his skull, slightly exiting the rear. The blood quickly pumps out from either end.
MARCUS (laughing to himself)
: Holy shit! What a fucking shot!
Marcus looks over the rear end of the tank to see Iron Sky and Sweet Tooth coming back. He sprints back to his car, straps himself in, and takes off. Hammerhead is steadily taking bullets while rear-firing his own machine guns. Roadkill gets on his own guns, peppering the front of Hammerhead.
IRON SKY
: I told you, this is not YOUR FIGHT!
Iron Sky turns a crank mounted where his passenger seat would be. It begins to tighten a rope leading to an oversized crossbow set up in the back of his Jeep. A defining click is heard, locking the crank in place, readying the oversized arrow for fire.
NEEDLES
: What the fu... nope, I'm not even getting involved in that.
Needles hits the brakes, letting Iron Sky proceed on ahead. He rests his arms and head on the steering wheel, watching the fight about to take place. As Hammerhead and Roadkill close in on each other, Iron Sky pounds his fist down onto a lever next to the crank handle. The lever releases the lock on the crossbow, firing the arrow directly at Roadkill.
MARCUS
: WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!?
Marcus slams his brakes and cuts the wheel, sending his car into a sideways skid. The arrow strikes the already-weakened rear quarter panel, ripping straight through it like butter. The impact sends Roadkill tumbling backwards in a barrel roll. Iron Sky proceeds ahead, backing up the arrow with gunfire. As he closes in for the kill, Roadkill's Schrapnel Cannon randomly discharges, sending scrap metal into the path of Hammerhead. It takes out the massive tires underneath the Jeep, sending the lifted machine into an end-over-end roll of his own. Iron Sky is tossed from his vehicle, landing in the street with a sickening thud. He lies still in the road, his blood flowing with the heavy downpour into the city's drainage system. Hammerhead crashlands on top of Roadkill, sandwiching it between the truck and the concrete.
NEEDLES
: Wow, two birds with one stone and I didn't have to do shit. Where's the challenge in that?
Needles slowly rolls towards the mayhem he just witnessed, stopping next to the heap of metal consisting of Hammerhead and Roadkill. No movement is seen. He continues on to where Iron Sky is laying, showing minimal signs of life.
NEEDLES
: I guess I can get a kill in here afterall.
Needles stops the truck next to the dying indian chief, and pokes his head out through the window.
NEEDLES
: HEY! YOU DEAD YET OR WHAT?
IRON SKY (breathing heavily)
:
You killed my entire tribe.. my wife and my baby daughter.. and you've been allowed to live these last three years without consequence. You must pay for what you've done.
NEEDLES
: Well, if it's any consolation there, chief.. you're about to be joining them.
Needles backs his truck up, and pulls forward again, stopping just as the treads of his tires touch Iron Sky's head.
NEEDLES (shouting out though the window)
: If you need to make your peace with God, I suggest you do it now!
As the chief begins to pray, Needles stomps the gas, crushing Iron Sky's head like a grape.
NEEDLES
:HA! I hope he had enough time!
Needles takes off, heading towards to outskirts of town.
CALYPSO
: Now just where in the hell does that clown think he's going?
Two military Humvees swing in to intercept Sweet Tooth, but he fires a flurry of Napalm Cones at them. They are quickly dispatched of.
CALYPSO (on the radio)
: Mason, cut the power now! The contest is over!
Immediately, Sweet Tooth's engine cuts off and the battery power goes dead. The ice cream truck slowly rolls to a stop just outside of town. Mason's Humvee quickly pulls up, followed by a prisoner transport vehicle. Armed marines pour out of the back. Warhawk makes a speedy landing as well, just off of the roadside. Calypso hops out and makes his way towards Mason. The armed guards pull Needles from his truck, quickly locking him down in shackles.
(View following Calypso; winds and rain whip about.)
MASON
: You know, Calypso, you picked a shitty spot to host the contest this year.
CALYPSO
: I had my reasons, Mason. It's proven to be one hell of a show this time.
MASON
: So.. Needles won. Did Cage survive to be brought back in, or is he K.I.A.?
NEEDLES (shouting over the wind)
: He's deader than your limp fucking dick, asshole! HA!
CALYPSO
: The clown is correct, in a manner of speaking.
MASON
: One down, one to go then. I'll see you next year, Calypso. Keep your nose clean.
CALYPSO
: I'll try to do that. What about his wish for winning my contest?
Mason stops in his tracks.
NEEDLES
: Yeah?! What about my wish?! Don't fucking rip me off again, Scarface.
MASON (looking at Needles)
:
Don't you think me not blowing your retarded fucking head off is prize enough?
Needles spits in Mason's face and laughs.
NEEDLES
: You don't have the balls to do it, you peckerless faggot! You're a pussy, just like that feeble old fuck grandfather of yours. At least I got the joy of killing HIM, while you hide behind irons and a pack of soldiers.
Mason pulls out his government-issued .45 and shoots Needles point blank in the forehead. Blood, brains, and skull fragments spray out in to the wind, scattering across the sands.
MASON (to the armed guards holding Needles' dead body)
: Leave him there. The vultures will get it tomorrow.
The guards drop Needles' lifeless body into the dirt, and walk away. Calypso, in awe, walks over to the corpse.
CALYPSO
: You survive Twisted Metal for almost two decades, and you're brought down by a sargeant with a grudge. I simply don't believe this...
As Mason's convoy heads into the wastelands surrounding Baton Rouge, Calypso's Escalade pulls up.
(View follows Calypso into the back seats.)
The drive home is silent until Calypso's cell phone rings.
CALYPSO (looking at his phone, then at viewer)
: It's General Mason...
Calypso hesitantly answers, and sets it to speaker phone.
CALYPSO
: Yes, Mason. How can I help you?
MASON
: Curious... what WAS the wish Needles was talking about?
CALYPSO
: Hold on, let me look at his paperwork for this year..
(View showing Calypso flipping through Needles' dossier file.)
CALYPSO
: Needles' wish was......
Calypso falls silent, only muttering under his breath.
MASON
: Well? What was it?
CALYPSO
: .... to die.
After a few seconds of silence, a click is heard as Mason hangs up the phone.
(View is a slow acension from the front of Calypso's Escalade towards the sky, looking back towards Baton Rouge as the hurricane finishes leveling the city in it's wake.)
Well that's it, guys. Lemme know what you think.