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CHAPTER 2
Above the sewers on the snowy near-midnight streets of Brooklyn, New York, the Twisted Metal contest is about to begin.
On each corner of the battlefield, surrounded by an invisible force field, trapping the contestants inside the battleground, are four participants in their customized vehicles of choice. They are Bruce Cochrane/Thumper, Ken Masters/Spectre, Sam Boomer/12-Pak, and Miss Grimm/Moto Psycho.
Around the battleground are armed soldiers working for Calypso, the ringleader of the contest. They are a mix of mind-controlled men and androids programmed by Calypso himself.
The innocent people of the area have been put in a zombie state by Calypso, with pedestrians aimlessly roaming about on the streets or in their homes, oblivious to the events about to ensue.
Music plays in the background of the arena. The music is a hybrid of styles… electronic, orchestral, and metallic.
Calypso begins to speak as his voice is heard throughout the arena from the voices of the cyborgs planted around the arena, and from the car stereos of the contestants..
The bounty hunters/mercenaries (Amanda X, Agent O, Cutlass, Quatro) silently wait underground and listen.
Calypso – I am Calypso! I have taken over your city, you pathetic cretins, peasants of Brooklyn. I have taken over your minds too - and I doubt you will miss it. All of you will witness, against your will, as I destroy your neighborhood with my wonderful entertainment. I call it Twisted Metal! I have chosen 4 skilled maniacs for this little area. Normally, I like to go to the West Coast with my events, but they are still repairing my last mess over there. These four maniacs are skilled at the art of car combat. Well, vehicular combat, technically, but fuck you nerds! What? What is that? I can break the 4th wall if I fucking want to. I AM CALYPSO, and this is Twisted Metal… oh, and let me welcome all of those who are using their smart devices to stream this event…
Bruce Cochrane – Get to the fucking introductions, you weirdo fuck. Fuck the streamers.
Calypso - On one corner is Bruce “Wayne” Cochrane, a domestic vigilante who has joined a terroristic contest for oh so noble reasons, to rid crime from the streets, riding his bright pink 1979 Cadillac Coupe De Ville Lowrider customized with weapons. I’ll be rooting for you to die, heh heh heh.
Bruce – I don’t doubt it.
Calypso - On another corner is Sam “Severance” Boomer, an ex-NASCAR racer, fired for drinking heavily during races, looking for a chance at reviving his career. He drives a modified prize stock racer/Chevrolet Chevelle with the number 12 painted on each side of the vehicle. Would you like a 12-pack of Coronas, Sammy?
Sam – I’m going to change the rules to allow drinking during races. It’s not fair, I tell you. Drunk drivers should have rights. I haven’t been able to get my life in order since I been kicked out of NASCAR… so I have nothing left to lose but this meaningless life by trying to fix my past by winning this demolition derby. I don’t care who dies. It’s not my fault alcohol is so addictive, anyway.
Calypso – Of course not. You’re misunderstood, and a victim of society’s ridiculous rules.
Sam – Exactly! You understand!
Calypso - In the third corner is Miss Grimm, a highly deranged and scary individual indeed. She seeks to become the grim reaper, and drives an all-black Harley-Davidson motorcycle nicknamed the moto psycho, with a sidecar featuring a big gun mounted on its seat. She wears face paint/war paint that resembles that of an evil clown jester. Reminds me of someone I knew.
Miss Grimm – You will make me the Grim Reaper and you will like it, funny man. And then I can eat the souls. They taste like sugar, so sweet. I can eat souls forever, and truly live, live, live like Queen, yes, yes, yes, yes… Can I eat your face, funny man? Pwetty pwetty pweeeaze?
Calypso – Oh, I like you. You can go fuck my sister in Hell, Miss Grimm. You will either become death or be taken by it, so either way, you’ll be going there.
Miss Grimm – I can eat her face too, ha, ha! Yummy yum yum.
Calypso - In the fourth and final corner is Ken Masters, a famous Hollywood actor of big budget action films, bored of his fame, bored of his normal family, seeking a new kind of thrill… a life or death type of thrill. Fortunately, for him, his wish has already been granted. But maybe he will surprise us and ask for something other than a meaningless thrill. He drives an all-white sports car, Chevrolet Corvette C2 Stingray from 1964, nicknamed Spectre by Mr. Masters... Looks like a baby’s car, Mr. Masters. Why not opt for a monster truck or a tank?
Ken Masters – Are you kidding me? Someone as handsome as me deserves better than an unattractive vehicle. Even when I starred in “Critical Depth: Submarine Assault” I had a sexy submarine. And Baby’s Car? We’ll see if you feel the same way when I’m the last man standing. There’s no way I’m losing. I’m more than a movie star. I’m a winner.
Calypso – Ah, that’s the spirit, Mr. Masters. And now that the introductions are over with, we can began… Only one of you brave warriors will survive this battle. The others I will see in Hell. Good luck, drivers…
The drivers start their vehicles and begin to hunt each other…
Thumper finds an alley between buildings to camp in. He turns off his front lights and quietly waits for an opportunity to ambush.
A Twisted Metal security guard appears in the alley… one of Calypso’s mind-controlled men hired to enforce the rules. He gets right next to Thumper.
Guard – No camping, sir.
Bruce rolls down his windows, and with a small firearm fires at the guard’s chest, killing him, spraying blood on the alley wall.
Bruce – Fuck you.
Suddenly 12-Pak starts shooting at Thumper.
The vehicles of the contest have shields that protect the vehicle until a certain damage threshold is met, so the bullets of 12-pak’s mounted guns are not doing direct damage, but Thumper is forced to reverse in the alley while 12-Pak charges with a fury.
Bruce – Fuck, my shields are at 50 percent…
Sam (speaking to his car) – Reticle seeker, engage.
12-Pak starts to countdown while chasing Thumper who is driving in reverse with each gunning at each other. They leave the alley and turn into the streets. The vehicles smash into pedestrians (who are still in a zombie state).
12-Pak’s infrared homing missile barrage countdown – 10, 9, 8...
Bruce – Flamethrower, activate!
Flames shoot from two flamethrowers attached to the bottom of the Thumper vehicle, damaging 12-Pak’s shield heavily.
Sam – Fuck, can’t see…
Severed Sam reaches for his shotgun inside the vehicle and wildly shoots it outside his window towards Thumper.
12-Pak special countdown – 3, 2,...
Bruce presses a button that makes Thumper jump over 12-Pak.
12-Pak’s special weapon destroys a nearby building and 12-Pak crashes through a Pizzeria, while still on fire from the flamethrower
Bruce – Ha, screw you!
Thinking 12-Pak was done for and wanting to recharge his shields, Bruce drives away in Thumper seeking and planning his next battle with either Spectre or Grimm.
Inside the destroyed Pizzeria Sam Boomer leaves his car, in his racing suit, and while injured, easily finds the strength to go for the beer in the undamaged fridge of the pizzeria. He starts drinking, and programs 12-Pak for self-repair.
Sam Boomer finishes a beer, and grabs another.
Sam – Ah, tasty. …I think I’m about ready for round two.
Captain Cutlass suddenly appears.
Cutlass – I wouldn’t mind me a round myself.
Cutlass, with pirate sword in hand, swings his sword towards Sam…
Sam Boomer is decapitated.
Cutlass – Sorry, mate. Guess ye be Severed Sam now.
Cutlass - I’m going to need this…
Cutlass takes the beer out of Sam’s lifeless hand, drinks some, and then takes Sam’s helmet off and puts it on. Captain Cutlass conceals the body, then gets into 12-Pak’s vehicle and drives out of the pizzeria.
Cutlass talks into a walkie-talkie type of radio communication device.
Cutlass – I severed 1 scurvy dog, X. I have set sail in disguise.
Amanda X (via comms) – Me and Quatro are still underground on the other side of the map tracking Grimm and Specter. They are close to each other but so far they haven’t met. They are picking up weapons from Calypso’s weapon caches, and Miss Grimm has been preoccupied killing off pedestrians. Quatro is using his internal radar to track the vehicle movements. We got you tracked too, and we see Thumper heading this way as well. ETA 5 minutes, maybe 10 if he goes in circles. Be careful, Cutlass.
Cutlass – Aye, Aye.
Amanda X - If Calypso discovers something is up, who knows what that freak will do. We sent Agent Orange to prep his tank for when we evacuate, with Ken Masters… and we’ll nerve gas this shithole if we have to take out Calypso’s army. Then we collect from Big Daddy.
Cutlass – Aye.
Cutlass drives off in 12-Pak in pursuit of Thumper. In the wreckage of the Brooklyn Pizzeria Calypso suddenly appears, with a look of disgust to his face. Calypso has one all-black left eye, one all-red right eye, long hair on the right side, and no hair on the left. Calypso appears as a freakish man in a fancy business suit. His fingernails are freakishly long. He is holding an assault rifle.
Calypso – Who was that pirate filth?
Calypso waves his hand towards the concealed and headless corpse of Sam Boomer.
Calypso – Wake up, Mr. Boomer.
“Severed” Sam stands, without his head, and moves towards Calypso.
Calypso – Find the pirate who took your helmet. Kill him.
The headless Sam Boomer grabs Calypso’s assault rifle and starts to run, with incredible speed, out into the street in pursuit of Captain Cutlass.
Calypso begins to laugh while he fades away and disappears back to wherever he came from.
TO BE CONTINUED
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