Chapter 119: "Welcome to Twisted Metal!"
After working as hard as they could for a whole day and night with almost no breaks, two vehicles were spawned in the scrapyard, perfect for Damon and Katrina; a dark green 1977 Ford F150 with steel reinforced plating covering the doors and frame, complete with metal spikes on the front to be used as a vicious battering ram, and a gray 2010 porsche with red rims, and spikes in sides of the wheels, ready to pop tires and rip up bystanders if anyone stood too close.
"Dibs on the truck," said Damon, "I may hate driving trucks, but its' green, so I'm taking it."
"Fine by me," said Katrina, approaching the porsche, "whatever is faster at keeping me away from those damn clowns."
"Then that porsche should be perfect for you," said Clyde, "all you two need now are a couple of gunners for when round one begins." Katrina laughed nervously,
"Yeah...and I also need to learn how to drive..." All eyes turned to the girl, with Damon speaking in a low whisper that turned into a yell as he progressed,
"You mean to tell me we are about to play a game with legalized vehicular homicide, and you can't even drive?!" Katrina whirled to Damon with a huff,
"Well what's the point of driving when we could just fly or teleport from place to place?"
"For situations exactly like the one we are in right now!" Shouted Damon, "I thought the Goddess of War would be prepared for anything." Katrina glared at Damon, and stepped into the porsche with a huff, slamming the door shut behind her. Damon sighed, then approached Katrinas' car, but not before he was stopped by Clyde,
"'Fly?' 'Teleport?' 'Goddess of War?' Are you two in cahoots with Calypso or some shit?" Damon rolled his eyes at the mechanic,
"If we were with Calypso, wouldn't we be in his castle or whatever with him? Why would we be out here, trying to get vehicles to play in his game, trying to get back something important that he stole from us, if we were already with him?" Clyde was silent, and Damon approached the porsche, opening the passenger door to speak with Katrina, "Look, I'm sorry for being a dick about you not knowing how to drive. So, as my way for making up for that, I'm going to teach you how to drive." Katrina was silent as Damon sat in the passenger seat, "Alright, first things first, you want to-WHOA!" Katrina had just thrown the car into first gear and sped off, leaving the mechanics staring after them as she drove around the scrapyard expertly, making Damon yell as she drifted corners, evaded scrap towers and even did a small stunt jump by ramping a broken advertisement sign. Once she was sure the mechanics couldn't hear them she slammed down the hand brake, making the car spin into donuts as she screeched to a halt, leaving Damon breathing heavily in his seat. "Okay...um...what the fuck?!"
"No, shut up!" Katrina commanded, "Before you say anything else, I have to ask: what was with the kiss in the shower last night?!" Damon shrugged his shoulders,
"You were bitching and freaking out, I had to get you quiet somehow."
"Couldn't you have just kissed my forehead or cheek?"
"You don't speak out your forehead or cheek Kat."
"Okay well then why didn't you just press your hand to my mouth?"
"Why? So you could bite me?"
"I could have just as easily bit your lips Damon," Katrina pointed out,
"But then that would be kinky." Katrina slammed a punch into Damons' arm, making him shout and rub where the fist connected, "Also, I already got three girls at home that are into me already...four if you include my wife Nyna, and I don't need any more than that!" Katrina rolled her eyes,
"When you mention your wife like that it really makes you sound like a..." Katrina paused, registering what Damon had just said, "...wait, three girls at home?"
"Yeah. Mystery Head Girl, Xenovia, and now Koneko." Katrinas' eyes widened,
"Koneko? Really?!"
"Yeah," confirmed Damon, "I was going to hook up with Xenovia so she would leave me alone, but then out of nowhere Koneko shows up and lays a kiss on me!" Katrina sported a grin worthy of a cheshire cat, placing a hand over her heart,
"Awe! That's adorable!" Damon raised an eyebrow at her,
"Seriously?"
"Damon she has had the biggest crush on you since the day she met you! Remember? House Gremory killed Viser, then you showed up drunk afterwards and gave Koneko your coat?"
"She was practically naked! I thought I was just being nice!" Said Damon, shocked that a simple gesture would have been enough for Konekos' affection. Katrina shook her head,
"Well apparently you were nice enough to her, and now it's going to be awkward to explain to her and the others that you're now married." Damon rolled his eyes,
"Okay, getting back on topic," said Damon, pinching the bridge of his nose, "I don't have feelings for you. I just kissed you to shut you up...although tasting Akenos' pussy on your lips was pretty hot I'll admit."
WHAP!!
"OW!"
Sometime later...
Katrina and Damon, now in their respective vehicles with Clyde and one of his friends as their gunners, were now parked in a street in the middle of Diesel city, with an assortment of vehicles on each side, and scattered throughout the city. Katrina was nervous, with her unnamed gunner in the passenger seat, an M4 assault rifle in his lap,
"You know kid," said the gunner, "I never participated in Twisted Metal before, but I am going to do my best!" Katrina nodded at him, only half listening while keeping an eye out for Sweet Tooth. Meanwhile, Damon and Clyde were sitting in the green truck, the latter had an AK-47 in his hands, and casting a look to Damon,
"So are you going to tell me what happened to your eye?" Damon turned to Clyde, his left eye swollen slightly shut, developing a deep purplish, blue bruise around his eye.
"Uh...let's just say I had it coming," he said sheepishly. A loud horn was sounded overhead, and a familiar voice spoke loudly overhead,
"Hello my freaky friends and esteemed guests!"
"Calypso..." Damon growled to himself.
"Welcome to Twisted Metal! For the veterans who survived previous games, you know how the game works, and it is good to have you back. For the newcomers, this game will take place through three stages. Round One is a simple demolition derby right here in Diesel City, meaning you destroy your opponents cars until all but five can't drive anymore...killing the driver is optional."
"Say what now?" Said Katrinas' gunner, growing worried.
"Round Two is a race with a twist in Death Valley, where the two who cross the finish line first will ascend to the Final Round...a one on one death match!" Katrina and Damon both shifted uncomfortably in their seats, and Calypso continued, "Be the last one standing at the end of all three rounds, and you shall be granted the greatest of rewards: one wish, granting you whatever your heart desires." Calypso paused, letting the rules sink into the minds of all the players, "Let the games begin!" Another loud horn sounded, and almost all the vehicles, save for Katrina and Damon, began to speed off, splitting off to adjacent streets to find other players in hopes of destroying and/or killing them.
PSSTCK!
"Katrina! You hear me? Over."
PSSTCK!
Katrina looked at her dashboard, seeing a cb radio duct taped to the center, and grabbed the reciever to speak into the box,
"Uh, Damon, did you put in the cb radio?"
PSSTCK!
Katrina waited, not recieving a response, rolled her eyes, and spoke again,
PSSTCK!
"Over...!"
PSSTCK!
"...Smartass..." Katrina grumbled.
PSSTCK!
"Yes I did miss Goddess of War, and I did so because I wanted us to be able to talk to each other while all this was going down, over."
PSSTCK!
"Well I can tell it was you, you're the one who uses duct tape for almost everything...over."
PSSTCK!
"Go eat Akenos' pussy, over."
PSSTCK!
"Fuck you, over."
PSSTCK!
"Whoa! That's fast even for me! Over."
PSSTCK!
"Alright let's stay focused!" Said Katrina, "Calypso said that killing the other drivers was optional, right? So let's just try to pop the tires on any vehicles we come across, alright? Over."
PSSTCK!
"Works for me! Now let's get out there and kick some ass! Over!"
PSSTCK!
Katrina put away the reciever for the radio, turning to her gunner,
"You ready to shoot out some tires?" Her gunner nodded his head, cocking his gun.
"Locked and loaded!" He said. Damon and Katrina then sped off in theor respective vehicles, searching for other competitors...
A/N: I know this chapter took a little longer to write than most, but here it is, and I don't know how long the Twisted Metal sub-arc(?) is going to last, but it shouldn't be too long. See ya next chapter!
