My father was a doctor. His father was a doctor. His father was a doctor too. I was a medic. I had committed the ultimate sin. I needed to be punished, so they put me in this hellhole for that exact reason. Punishment. But they never understood my pain. They were so neieve. So I got out and made them understand, My way. They learnt that I was broken. They just never knew how much. A man came to me. Says his name was Calypso. Says he ran a contest of sorts, and he wanted me to compete in it. He said my dear brother was playing. It was my chance to finish what started so long ago. I would be able to tell him. Tell him how sweet her tender meat was in my mouth. I can still taste her...she tasted like...blueberries in the summer heat. That would be enlightening, to relive that amazing moment. Are you ready, Nikolai? I am.
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Twisted Metal: Seventh Blood
FanfictionSeven stories. Seven contestants. A brutal contest. One winner. The prize? Anything the winner wishes. Calypso is rising.
