"So, what did you want to bring to my attention Alex?" The Director of the South Las Angles Hospital spoke half uninterested in what his subordinate had got his attention for. His day had bee very much one thing after another with a recent villain attack in the middle of the San Francisco harbor several hours ago causing the West end General to get multiple injured patients sent to their faculties. The ground-breaking breakout of Quirks has somewhat made life more difficult in a way for general hospitals because they were often over running because of the metropolis surprisingly high crime streak. He would rather focus on the ones that need direct attention rather than some intern's discovery.

"It's one of our longest standing patient sir, you see I was reading the will left by some unknown benefactor." He began to explain himself only for him to get a finger to his face.

"I am aware of the Octogenarian that is brain dead in the old wing." The Director spoke still rather content in not being where he was being dragged to.

"Well the will of the unknown benefactor left a massive amount of many to funding the patient's equipment." He began to look at the books that we're medical records for the patient showing her health detartrate. "We can probably use this as a financial boon by just pulling her."

The director looked at the man as anger filled his eyes. "Alex as much as this general is failing I will not be preforming malpractice on someone in our care."

"No one even sees her anymore" Alex began to rebuttal "As our guest records have shown, no one has visited her in nearly forty-six years. she's just taking up space. do you even know her name?" The Director shook his head.

"Even if the woman is taking up space in our clinic we cannot just kill someone that had left us his last will and testament." He may not have been around when he heard the story from the old staff about the woman and the creepy old man that would stop almost weekly to see her. Someone once believed the creepy old man to be her father, but no one truly knows. His last visit he vowed to do right by her and never returned dying after his car was shot up in a supposed turf war that resulted in many gangs before the rediscovery of quirks to disappear off the face of the earth. His will however was delivered days later with a massive sum of money in a trustee account and an amount that would be given to keep her on the machine. The last few words though still rung deep in his head though as he read the will. "Should her death be an unnatural cause may she be bound to her Buggy to right the wrongs of her family's sins." It was overly biblical and somewhat concerning since no one knew what this exactly entailed.

He looked back at the surgeon. "No is no and if do what you are suggesting what will it due to the public." He grumbled annoyed as he walked off.

Alex glared at the fool that was leading the West End General into the ground. ("if his reputation is all he cares about then I'll do what he won't.") he concluded as he moved through the multiple hallways to reach the old wing of the hospital. It was one the oldest sections in the area holding less than 30 rooms per floor and many of them could not accommodate for all quirks they may encounter in a day. It was over do for re evaluation another item on the director's long list of faulty objectives. He approached the only active intensive care room in this wing. Many were moved after Pro-heroes became a thing but due to her age she was impossible to move with out a copious amount of extended work. His eyes laid themselves on the doors name tag.

Sparks was the only word written on it. Many have concluded it was the patient's last name, but many knew of the individual's condition as well. He entered looking through the observation wing at and elderly woman with surprisingly long hair from only getting it cut once a year. Traces of her original Strawberry Blonde hair. He walked up to the silent body and looked over the tranquil entity in front of him. It seemed she could tell that her end was near as tears were rolling down her eyes.

Alex grinned as he withdrew a syringe loaded with a lethal does of one of her medicines. He grinned as he plunged it into her arm as he watched the heart monitor slowly begin to flat line. The room seem to darken as he shut off the devices that where once used to help her breath and feed. The darkness was unnatural as the normally hot ground floor of this wing cooled off tremendously. He looked outside of the window of her room to see that a mass of swirling black clouds had converged above the hospital as purple flashes of lightning continuously seemed to be at war with something in the sky it resulted in a blueish light to begin spiraling around the center of the strange phenomenon as it slowly began to form a tubed like funnel around a darker blue sphere located at the center of the cyclone before it entered the strange phenomenon. The tube slowly began to snake across the sky still flashing the unusual lighting in the tube as if keeping it in place. It eventually made its way toward the Pacific Ocean and disappear over the horizon.

Alex watched the entire event dumbfounded as light had returned to the room and it slowly began to warm up again. "What the hell was that?" was all he could ask as he turned to see the director glaring at him from the door.

"That is why we do not take life into our own hands. You are fired and will be standing trial." He began to try and run "Don't even try it, the police are on their way to arrest you."

PAIN

It was all her super natural body felt as it was flung haphazardly throughout the demonic vortex that her soul was captured in. She could feel it doing something to her other than surge with dreadful amounts of agony. She felt her skin rejuvenating from its wrinkly form as well as her once long hair begin to reenter her scalp color was returning to it, but she could not fully feel it. Eventually it stopped, and all went silent as she felt herself get flung from the supernatural vortex and go fading quickly through two red domes only to land in a very dark room with only part of the floor holding a small amount of cushioning as well as it's back. She looked left and right still unable to see. It did not take long for her to realize what had happened as one of her hands felt a leather wheel that stuck to a dashboard. She sighed annoyed as she sat up right in the seat and felt around the base of the wheel "Son of a bitch." She muttered to herself angered at her current situation.

Unforeseen Simulation Joint

It had been nearly a week since a raid of villains had attacked this faculty building it leaving parts of it in near need of far more serious repair than what would usually be needed. This was an expected result from the moment they hired All-Might a retiring superhero who was giving it up professionally to train the next generation of heroes. As a result, the students of class 1-A had to work beyond what was expected of them to takeout multiple low-level flunkies that were just intended to subdue other members and hold them hostage.

The Down pour section of the faculty had not yet been fully assessed meaning the sprinklers and wind turbines had to be shut off to access the damage. Two inspectors traveled through the area looking over some of the buildings. Currently they were about to investigate a parking garage that had held multiple crushed vehicles more than likely from the scuffle. They looked as though they did not need to worry much about structural integrity problems it seemed the heavy hitters of both sides did not get stuck here.

One of the inspectors stopped as his quirk, x-ray noticed that one of the pillars needed replacing. In the corner of his eye he noticed a dark blue truck trailer that looked surprisingly out of place most noticeably because the inside was lined with a layer of lead as well as being completely covered with heavy plates of sheet metal on the outside of the trailer. "Hey when did we get this?" He yelled out getting the co-worker's attention.

"How should I know?" He yelled back not getting near it since he was accessing a totaled car he spray-paints a red x on it before seeing the truck trailer. "When did we get this?" He asked himself as he looked at its poor condition.

"It's got me on edge." The first one spoke looking at it. "Damn thing is lined with lead can't see what's in it." He looked at the side noticing the faded artwork on the side of it.

"Calypso Industries." Was written on its side. The C however had two dashes at the top and bottom complete with a red oval in the middle making the logo look like a giant eye. The two looked at each other before the began to try and break open the back of the trailer. It looked as though it did have a heavy metal padlock on it, but it was snapped open with strange red inscriptions slowly fading on it. The two looked at the door as they slowly opened it.

Inside was a green Meyers Manx Dune buggy that could only be described as armed for the apocalypse. Its front was reinforced with a ram bar that had three heavy spikes on the under carriage. Twin fifty caliber heavy machineguns that looked as though they were belt fed sat right beside the head lights though they seem to aim at an inward angle. Trying to make a center for the vehicle. The tires where build for multi terrain function with a heavy focus on continual durability. The only other thing of notice on this vehicle was the compartment in which a passenger and a driver had two very thick metal plates that cover the entry points to the vehicle as well as a windshield that could only ascertain to be some form of bulletproof acrylic.

"What the hell is that thing?" was all one of them could mutter before the engine of the machine roared to life. It's head lights flashed on as it began to quickly accelerate nearly hitting the two who had to jump out of the way. The living vehicle took a sharp right as it trove out of the garage at high speeds. It's engine echoing in the distance.

The buggy's cabin.

"When I see that no good." The girl muttered angrily driving through the storm ruined streets looking for an exit. She eventually looked up to see that she was in literal tent city. "Where the hell am I." She passed by a sign with a language she did not know. She could tell however that it looked to be from the Asian continents. Navigating the rubble ridden streets was an easy chore for the vehicle given its original off road in tent. The edge of the tent was getting closer. She did not see an exit however, so she looked on the panel she saw an old led heads up display that was just locked on S she swapped it over to a red missile. Like clock work She felt the suspension lose stored tension and a red missile emerged from a hidden compartment on the driver's side exit. She looked at where her body was angled and then pushed a button on the side of her steering wheel. The missile flew before it blew a massive hole in the concrete. Her new ride slipped through to see that she was now in a much larger tent and now several other looking Hollywood-esc stages. Off in the distance she noticed a flight of stairs that most likely lead to an exit. She floored the gas pedal and drove directly toward it seeing several people there who seemed to be looking at her joy ride as it began to head right at them.

Ting

She shook her head as she saw her hood flash again with some of its paint being chipped. "Great now they are firing at me." She yelled from inside her cabin. She looked to her side and saw an all too familiar switch that said nitro on it. She grinned while flipping the safety trigger then pounded a blue button on the steering wheel. She was forced back into her seat as the Buggy gained a heavy amount of acceleration. Bullets kept hitting the front, but it was doing negligible damage to it. She felt it kick up against the stairs she could feel an oncoming strike was about to happen. What she didn't predict was that the thing that would grab her was a gigantic purple hand that lifted her 70 feet into the air.

"Well what do we have here?" The voice boomed as the figure's purple eye investigated the windshield of the buggy. She promptly began to slam her ride into reverse to cause road burn on the assaulter only for it not to work. She could tell the colossal woman was smiling and it just made her madder. She looked at her inventory and saw something that would work. She moved the light to a fire symbol and watched as the front of her car opened to reveal an orange canister with a fire warning marked on it. The Giantess' Eyebrow raised curious at the small canister as it got launched directly upward landing into the ceiling of the dome dropping a chunk on it big enough for the grip to lessen. She braced for the impact only for her new toy got kicked by a gigantic foot throwing her all the way into the fountain she passed. Her buggy was upside down. She was dazed and very much confused at what she had witnesses. "When in the hell does person get that big?" She paused to recall some of the crazy thing's she had encountered. "What has my dad been up to?" came more into her mind.

"Attention reckless driver." A male energetic voice spoke up it seemed be close by. A thud could be heard suggesting a heavy landing. "Come out with your hands up." She looked at the cabin trying to wrap her head around her situation. "Surrendering is an easier and cheaper solution than just having us fight."

She sighed and looked at the side of her turned over Buggy trying to restart the engine that was probably filled with water now since it seemed like it did not wish to start. Defeated she went to open the passenger side door after scoping what she saw. It was a very tall man that could only be described a being jacked on steroids to give the illusion of a comic book hero. She was annoyed enough to look down at the side of the seat to find an old Tec-9 sub machine gun. She grabbed it and exited the vehicle cautiously looking at the overly joyful man looking at her to some amount of curiosity and probably unaware of her ace behind her back.

The smiling man approached arms wide as he approached. "See that was no problem, right?" She points the gun at him causing him to freeze. "Oh." was all that exited his mouth."

"Alright you freak, where the hell am I?" She demanded looking at the area around them.

"U.A. Academy." The man responded watching the gun carefully. He saw her tilt her head showing her question was not answered "Musutafu, Japan."

She looked at him confused. She kept the gun drawn until several other began approaching. She held the gun sideways still looking down it's sight as the other figures including a now smaller version of the giant woman that threw her into the fountain moments ago. "Alright, that's that out of the way." She looked at the now eyeing crowd all of which seem more curious than anything.

"If I may ask one now?" The smiling man asked looking at her. "What is your quirk? I don't believe I've seen anything like it."

"My Quirk is called trigger happy." She responded still watching the group closely. "Now shut up before I…"

"If I may interject." Her eyes turned toward what looked like a rat dog mutant of some sort. "The quirk you claim to have does not match your outward appearance." He looked calmly at her though he was clearly looking for something most likely an opening, her grip tightened as a response.

"What are you even Tal…" She stops talking noticing the blue streak that her gun had in its reflection. She dropped the gun and turned toward the fountain and began to look at her reflection.

What looked back at her could was a shock to her having sat brain dead for all that time. A teenager in a cropped Tank top a sports bra hanging underneath. Her arms where covered in Fishnets gloves of sorts. Her lower half consisted of duke shorts and a large black belt holding it in place. She looked down at her shoes to see a pair of athletic sneakers. She then drew attention to her face her hair now cut short and a familiar trucker hat she tended to wear off to her side. The other thing she noticed at closer inspection was she was apparently a shade of opaque blue.

She started to give a very defeated chuckle as she continued to look at her reflection "You know, I don't know what's worse." She spoke up catching everyone's attention as tears came down her face. "Being stuck in hell or purgatory."

"Purgatory?" the mutant thing spoke up listening. He stops himself before looking at the individual. "Perhaps I'm getting ahead of myself." He bowed politely as he continued. "Please call me Nezu. And yes, I am a Mouse, dog, human hybrid." He continued as he looked at her.

She wiped her tears in sorrow as she looked at him. "Krista." She responded simply before speaking up again. "Krista Sparks."

Nezu nodded as he looked her over curiously. "I see, I believe it maybe best to tell me what you recall."

Krista looked at him. She blew some of her hair out of her face as she got up and moved toward the Dune-buggy. She was not sure how to answer this one. "What do you know of the LA disaster of two-thousand-and-five?" She asked.

The heroes present looked at each other as the school's principle looked at the Krista rather curious about it. "It was a pretty massive tragedy if I recall. So much loss in human life." He seemed to be verse in it on a public level.

"Then the tragedy of December twenty-fifth, two-thousand and six?" Krista asked. Nezu nodded much to her lack of shock. "Truth was I was partially responsible for a lot of the deaths because of daddy's stupid contest."

"Contest?" Nezu seemed confused as he watched the blue teenager climb into the side of her dune buggy to pull out a sheet of paper. She returned seconds later holding a sheet of grayscale printed paper of an old email.

Will You Drive?

Congratulations contestant You have been selected to join this years Twisted Metal Tournament. A high-octane demolition derby that will push your metal and your sanity to its brink. All for the grand prize of whatever your heart desires. Our sincerest wish of luck in this endeavored. Good luck driver, you will need it.

Calypso

The creature pulled his face up to look at the teenager more interested in her. "So, you entered a contest that was a result of the nightmare?" he asked having read it. He looked at the buggy more curious as he thought on it.

"I don't know any more." She responded her hands massaging her temples. "I couldn't have the second time I entered I wished for the accident that killed me and nearly my father to have never happened." Her mind was flustered as Nezu looked at the printed email more closely.

"There maybe more to it." He spoke up handing the sheet and pointed to the email address. "It is said that the email was sent to a William Sparks." She froze and looked at it again. And if I were to guess." He paused as he climbed into the crash buggy and dug through it's glove compartment. "As I thought. He responded as he pulled his head up showing a letter written to her."

Krista looked at the letter before opening it. She immediately could tell who it was. From the way it was written.

Krista,

If you are reading this then it means my wish did not come true. I doubt you ever wanted to see me again after the hell I have caused this world that you were born into. Should this be the case I'll have to explain what I had to do. I gave up the title of host of Twisted Metal exchanging life's (and debts by extension) to a man named Charlie Kane after. The next year I used your Dune buggy you had named Grasshopper to make a two-sided wish. Your death to natural causes at the end of a long life (even if it meant you being locked to that hospital bed.) Since you are reading this it means the second thing had happened Charlie had violated the promise and you are now bound to your Buggy till the end of days (or until it's destroyed.) I beseech you since you have an actual second chance at life. Don't follow my mistakes try to live as much as a ghost can. Don't suffer except for this final mistake to make things right. Don't do it for me, for your mother.

Cal…. William Sparks.

Krista looked at the letter before looking at her smg that was lying on the ground. Her father's curse that had ended their family's lineage had disappeared. All that was left was her and a green buggy that had no purpose. She was still tearing up from the ting as she sat at the fountain looking at the Dune buggy that the Size changer had reflipped over as she read it. She approached the backside of her technical home and checked its engine for drainage before turning back to them. "I… I'm sorry." She spoke up looking at the group.

"It's alright now." the smiling individual yelled with surprising brim of confidence. "Why? Cause you are alive." He paused a little realizing he was technically talking to a ghost. "Mostly."

She looked at her rig seeing as it was mostly undamaged side from a nasty dent in its side. The muscle-bound man looked at her curiously seeing the kind of stuntman ship she presented today as she tried to escape. "Perhaps if I can suggest maybe you should try to enroll here We never see vehicular experts around here might be a new change of pace."

She shook her head. "I need time to think." She got into the war buggy as it seems to startup very quickly. "I don't think I'm cut out for what ever the hell requires spandex as work uniforms." She remarked. She quickly turned to see the mouse thing sitting in her passenger seat. "Can I help you?" She asked looking at him where was just sitting looking forward at the rig's inside compartments.

"Since you where making your way to the entrance of the academy I was hoping to catch a ride if you don't mind." She looked at the overly optimistic rodent man thing and just nodded. "Much appreciated students maybe just getting out perhaps it will change your mind."

Krista rolled her eyes as she grabbed a stick of bubble gum from the glove box. "Doubt it. She began chewing as she floored it tearing the terrain under her as she exited the facility.