Twisted Metal: Hellraiser
A/N: Well, here's my first fanfic. While thinking up a Twisted Metal fanfic, this idea slowly came to mind and I realized that most of the drivers in Twisted Metal Black weren't completely insane. This is also my view on who takes over Calypso's tournament after Needles Kane (Sweet Tooth) kills him in Twisted Metal Black. Now, on with the fanfic.
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Chapter 1: The rise of Mr. Ash
Calypso's dead and drying corpse was rotting on the ground next to his throne of car parts and towards the shards of a serum bottle that had once contained one thing...
The blood of Preacher
Preacher, known to many people in Midtown as Jebadia, the bastard who went completely insane and killed every single person at the Midtown church during a baptism that he thought was an exorcism, had cursed Sweet Tooth to burn with the flames of hell on the night of his execution as soon as the switch on the electric chair Sweet Tooth was strapped to had went off. As soon as the curse had been placed on his head, causing it to be set a blaze, Sweet Tooth survived being executed by the electric chair and killed three police offers in less than a minute. He was then shipped to Blackfield Asylum where he was diagnosed as a lost cause because most psychotic meds and restraint never even worked against him for some unknown reason.
However, his three months there didn't last and Calypso "freed" Sweet Tooth from the asylum to compete in his Twisted Metal competition that left Midtown a complete smoking crater every single year.
After the contest was over, Sweet Tooth had begged Calypso to take away the curse. He was offered a vile and was told that if he drank it he would be cured, but only if he changed his murderous ways. Sweet Tooth rejected the vile and slit the twisted metal host's throat as skillful as an assassin. He then went off to commit more murders to rise his breathtaking kill count.
As soon as people got word of what had just happened to Calypso, the people of Midtown felt safe except for the fact that Needles was still alive and killing so many people. Fortunately, there were no killings so people thought he just went to bother some other town or city.
Hell also heard about Calypso's death. A tall black figure with glowing red eyes named Mr. Ash, the ruler of hell, stood over his rotting corpse, scaring away several crows from their feast.
"It appears that the clown has dispatched the Twisted Metal tournament host because his wish wasn't what he expected. What a waste, I guess this body will do for now. I'll just need to mold it into my own image." Mr. Ash hissed, staring down at the ripped apart carcass that had once been Calypso.
He entered the skin and organ deprived corpse and it slowly began to transform and mutate and the corpse was devoured by darkness and it had transformed into something more demonic. The skull, which was now replaced with something that looked like the skull of a goat, now seemed to have long white hair with bloodstains at the end of his hair. His red eyes also glowed out of the empty eye sockets and the rest of his body was like a demonic gargoyle skeleton with a Nazi symbol on his forehead.
"My transformation is complete, but now that the tournament is mine for the taking, how shall it go?" He thought.
Then, an idea crossed his mind. What if he could use the Twisted Metal tournament to unleash Armageddon on the entire world and destroy the race of man? He would select not only demons, angels, fallen angels, vengeful soldiers and crime victims, but the souls of the dead and the damned as well.
"This is going to be perfect. This tournament will make Calypso's last contest look like a race for dogs." He hissed.
Mr. Ash selected fifteen drivers (one of them being Needles and the others being Marcus Kane and the demon Minion himself.) to compete in his tournament.
Once the selection had been taken care of he simply gave out this message:
"Welcome to Twisted Metal. It's time to step back into the darkness. Good luck drivers."
TBC
A/N: The driver rooster is coming up next. If you guys have any ideas on how I can improve this fanfic or if I got anything wrong, let me know in your review and I can try to fix it up. Thanks!