Chapter 1
Ten years ago at the tenth Twisted Metal competition.
The large speakers over the streets blared, and music filled his ears as he drove through the dark streets. His partner and brother Gambit was up ahead, and Spectre lit a cigarette in frustration. In Neon City the Twisted Metal Tournament was usually rocking, as well as exploding. Maybe it's because of this lame music they play, he thought. As if on cue, Gambit spoke up, "Ya' know, I kinda like dis music no?" Spectre smiled, then checked his radar. After killing Outlaw and Twister, the radar had been blank. Gambit could hear the silence, and Spectre took a long drag of his cigarette. "Found any'ting yet mon ami?" Gambit asked. Spectre took off his sunglasses, squinting at the new arrival's dot.
"Yeah, it's Darktooth!" he shouted in horror. No way, he thought. I'm not ready for Darktooth!
"Man, this screws every'ting up, de plan was not to fight wit Darktooth!" Gambit panicked. "Ok, we switch to plan B."
Spectre gasped, " what's plan B?"
"Make a new plan bro!"
Spectre sped off and approached the blinking black dot. "Hey buddy, where are you?"
Gambit shouted into his com, "I am on de roof, entering de east tunnel. Clown face is right on my butt man! Spectre, I can't shake him!"
Spectre gaped, Darktooth couldn't be that good. To be able to outrun Gambit's Viper! He clenched his fist in anger and pounded the dashboard. "Hold on buddy, I'm coming." The Trench coat Brothers would not be beaten by some circus freak! Spectre carelessly threw his cigarette butt out of his window and into the smoking remains of Outlaw. He sped off as the gasoline caught fire and exploded.
The blue Viper entered the West tunnel and made it's way up in mere seconds, and there at the opening of the tunnel was Darktooth. He was grinning like mad, his vehicle behind him, engine ticking. "Glad you could come Spectre, it's such an honor to meet the second best fighter." At this he doubled over with laughter as he pulled out a pistol. It was extremely long, and it gleamed bright pink under all of the neon signs. Spectre's mind was spinning, where was Gambit? He looked around and grinned.
Gambit's Viper was at the bus stop waiting to be picked up. You're out of your league Darktooth, as soon as my bro gets the lightning up there. "You're toast," Spectre chuckled at his joke.
Darktooth frowned, which was hard to read because of the black smiley face painted on his skin. He giggled again, a madman for sure. He aimed the pistol at Spectre and smiled a big toothy smile. "Toast, very good. Except I'm not bread, but would you like me to be?" He started to skip backwards towards his car. "I could always wish to be bread ya' know, after I win." His eyes sparkled with joy. "That would be fun, then into the toaster I'd go, it'd be quite hot in there. Like hell even."
Spectre gaped, " You're insane." He shook his head and took out a cigarette. "Welp, here comes your toast," he said lighting the nicotine stick. He pulled in a great amount of smoke and prepared for the show. But there was no lightning, no mortars, nothing. He checked to see if The viper made it up, and sure enough it was up there. But it hasn't moved since Spectre frowned. He cautiously stepped out of his car and stood facing the maniac.
Gambit's got to be up to something! "Got to hell," someone coughed from behind Darktooth. Spectre stepped back in horror as Darktooth pulled Gambit out from behind him and put the gun to his head.
"This game's fun isn't it," Darktooth smiled happily, like a boy unwrapping a christmas present. The cameras zoomed in to record Spectre's shocked face, and he stepped forward with his fists raised. "Ah, ah, ah," I wouldn't do that if I were you," the clown chimed. Then his face took a serious tone. "Let me tell you a secret, hmmm." He holstered the gun and threw back his brother. "When I was eight, I killed my first human. It was at a bank heist, and me and my friends stood outside the doors of the bank in awe. We were watching the robbery inside, and the theifs were about to get away when a squad car pulled up and an officer got out, yelling inside for the men to put their hands up. They walked out of the doors and shot the cop, Piggy went down." He giggled at his own joke and stamped his feet in glee. "The robbers got away, and I was left with a dying cop reaching his twitching fingers to me."
"Please, little boy, get my radio. An ambulance." He was sooo pathetic. As my friend Calypso took his gun, I kicked his face in!" He died in instants, and I wiped my shoe off in disgust." He pulled out the gun again, aiming at Gambit. "I have killed many times in my life, and I won't hesitate to do it again, but I think you have talent. To be able to get past Minion and Mr. Grimm is very commendable. If you forfeit now, you and your brother live." This guy is serious, man we're in trouble!
Spectre hopped in his car quickly and armed his machine guns, taking the risk. "Fool," Darktooth grinned evilly as the pistol fired, Gambit's limp body sprawling to the ground.
"Gambit!" he screamed as Darktooth fired through his windshield and into his chest. He slumped over, blood dripping from his mouth. "No," he gasped, sucking in air. Darktooth meanwhile, pulled out of the tunnel, crushing Spectre's brother, and laughing all the while. He disappeared humming and cackling as the audience cheered. The last thing Spectre saw before he blacked out was his brother lying in a pool of his own blood. That image would haunt him forever.
Someday, he thought as his eyes shutting against his will. Darktooth is mine, and Spectre's head slammed into the steering wheel, blood pouring over brown leather. The Twisted Metal medics ran out and put him on a stretcher. He would not wake up for a long while, a long time would pass before he could revenge on the psychopathic clown. And still the music played on.
He would seek his revenge in the most famous battle ever, the same his brother lost his life in. Held annually, drivers from around the world come to get one wish, anything they desire. Some wish for fame and glory, some dead loved ones or relatives. But first, they must battle, and get through.
TWISTED METAL!
Ten years ago at the tenth Twisted Metal competition.
The large speakers over the streets blared, and music filled his ears as he drove through the dark streets. His partner and brother Gambit was up ahead, and Spectre lit a cigarette in frustration. In Neon City the Twisted Metal Tournament was usually rocking, as well as exploding. Maybe it's because of this lame music they play, he thought. As if on cue, Gambit spoke up, "Ya' know, I kinda like dis music no?" Spectre smiled, then checked his radar. After killing Outlaw and Twister, the radar had been blank. Gambit could hear the silence, and Spectre took a long drag of his cigarette. "Found any'ting yet mon ami?" Gambit asked. Spectre took off his sunglasses, squinting at the new arrival's dot.
"Yeah, it's Darktooth!" he shouted in horror. No way, he thought. I'm not ready for Darktooth!
"Man, this screws every'ting up, de plan was not to fight wit Darktooth!" Gambit panicked. "Ok, we switch to plan B."
Spectre gasped, " what's plan B?"
"Make a new plan bro!"
Spectre sped off and approached the blinking black dot. "Hey buddy, where are you?"
Gambit shouted into his com, "I am on de roof, entering de east tunnel. Clown face is right on my butt man! Spectre, I can't shake him!"
Spectre gaped, Darktooth couldn't be that good. To be able to outrun Gambit's Viper! He clenched his fist in anger and pounded the dashboard. "Hold on buddy, I'm coming." The Trench coat Brothers would not be beaten by some circus freak! Spectre carelessly threw his cigarette butt out of his window and into the smoking remains of Outlaw. He sped off as the gasoline caught fire and exploded.
The blue Viper entered the West tunnel and made it's way up in mere seconds, and there at the opening of the tunnel was Darktooth. He was grinning like mad, his vehicle behind him, engine ticking. "Glad you could come Spectre, it's such an honor to meet the second best fighter." At this he doubled over with laughter as he pulled out a pistol. It was extremely long, and it gleamed bright pink under all of the neon signs. Spectre's mind was spinning, where was Gambit? He looked around and grinned.
Gambit's Viper was at the bus stop waiting to be picked up. You're out of your league Darktooth, as soon as my bro gets the lightning up there. "You're toast," Spectre chuckled at his joke.
Darktooth frowned, which was hard to read because of the black smiley face painted on his skin. He giggled again, a madman for sure. He aimed the pistol at Spectre and smiled a big toothy smile. "Toast, very good. Except I'm not bread, but would you like me to be?" He started to skip backwards towards his car. "I could always wish to be bread ya' know, after I win." His eyes sparkled with joy. "That would be fun, then into the toaster I'd go, it'd be quite hot in there. Like hell even."
Spectre gaped, " You're insane." He shook his head and took out a cigarette. "Welp, here comes your toast," he said lighting the nicotine stick. He pulled in a great amount of smoke and prepared for the show. But there was no lightning, no mortars, nothing. He checked to see if The viper made it up, and sure enough it was up there. But it hasn't moved since Spectre frowned. He cautiously stepped out of his car and stood facing the maniac.
Gambit's got to be up to something! "Got to hell," someone coughed from behind Darktooth. Spectre stepped back in horror as Darktooth pulled Gambit out from behind him and put the gun to his head.
"This game's fun isn't it," Darktooth smiled happily, like a boy unwrapping a christmas present. The cameras zoomed in to record Spectre's shocked face, and he stepped forward with his fists raised. "Ah, ah, ah," I wouldn't do that if I were you," the clown chimed. Then his face took a serious tone. "Let me tell you a secret, hmmm." He holstered the gun and threw back his brother. "When I was eight, I killed my first human. It was at a bank heist, and me and my friends stood outside the doors of the bank in awe. We were watching the robbery inside, and the theifs were about to get away when a squad car pulled up and an officer got out, yelling inside for the men to put their hands up. They walked out of the doors and shot the cop, Piggy went down." He giggled at his own joke and stamped his feet in glee. "The robbers got away, and I was left with a dying cop reaching his twitching fingers to me."
"Please, little boy, get my radio. An ambulance." He was sooo pathetic. As my friend Calypso took his gun, I kicked his face in!" He died in instants, and I wiped my shoe off in disgust." He pulled out the gun again, aiming at Gambit. "I have killed many times in my life, and I won't hesitate to do it again, but I think you have talent. To be able to get past Minion and Mr. Grimm is very commendable. If you forfeit now, you and your brother live." This guy is serious, man we're in trouble!
Spectre hopped in his car quickly and armed his machine guns, taking the risk. "Fool," Darktooth grinned evilly as the pistol fired, Gambit's limp body sprawling to the ground.
"Gambit!" he screamed as Darktooth fired through his windshield and into his chest. He slumped over, blood dripping from his mouth. "No," he gasped, sucking in air. Darktooth meanwhile, pulled out of the tunnel, crushing Spectre's brother, and laughing all the while. He disappeared humming and cackling as the audience cheered. The last thing Spectre saw before he blacked out was his brother lying in a pool of his own blood. That image would haunt him forever.
Someday, he thought as his eyes shutting against his will. Darktooth is mine, and Spectre's head slammed into the steering wheel, blood pouring over brown leather. The Twisted Metal medics ran out and put him on a stretcher. He would not wake up for a long while, a long time would pass before he could revenge on the psychopathic clown. And still the music played on.
He would seek his revenge in the most famous battle ever, the same his brother lost his life in. Held annually, drivers from around the world come to get one wish, anything they desire. Some wish for fame and glory, some dead loved ones or relatives. But first, they must battle, and get through.
TWISTED METAL!