Sweet tooth

{ A broken ice cream theme song begins to play around the corner. It seems to get louder and more distorted as the vehicle moves closer. A mad laugh is heard. One of insanity and demonic natured. An ice cream truck flies into the clearing from over a hill. Slamming into the middle of the field. The ice cream truck was made like a tank. Spikes in the Middle of the front bumper. Missile Pods on the sides of the front doors. A burning clown head on top of the truck seemed to be laughing in a twisted way. Its teeth sharper than nails. A man opens the truck door. He was very well built with mussels Thicker than Melons. His head was ablaze for some priest had put an evil curse upon him. This man was wearing a clown mask that looked like it belonged in your worst nightmares. He had a dagger that seemed to have its end twisted almost like a screw. His name was Needles Kane but, he went by Sweet Tooth. This man was Extremely dangerous and Seemed to be something more than he was. He looked human though.}
{ This man walk away from his truck to see where he had landed. He looked around in this pitiful world. He drove to kill others to prove to the world that he was the most violent killer in the whole world. He had another goal though. There was a man Named Calypso. This man promised a single wish to who ever won the tournament known as Twisted Metal. His wish was not known to any. He walked back and forth in front of his truck. A twisted smile on his face. He hoped for many contestants to try and kill him. Sweet Tooth was the most skilled driver and killer out there. He walked back to his truck sitting on its hood. He looked up in the dead of night smiling. The only light was his left eye and the hell fire on his head.}
{ This man Profile was one of Distort and Insanity. He was a 42 year old Murderer. He has Killed 1043 people. He has Had the Electric Chair 3 times and has broken out of it killing 3 cops each time. He has a split personality disorder, homicidal, schizophrinic, Murderous impulses, and finally a Hematophiliac. -- Lover of blood-- His addiction is to slit throats and wash himself in the blood of his victims. This man knew no bounds of mercy. He loved the fact that he had died many years ago and was back as a devil. He had a knew taste for murder. His ways of killing were very sadistic and cannibalistic. He was sent to earth from hell. His meaning of being here was just to kill. His insanity and love of a good murder seemed to brighten his stay. Why Lucifer would let this devil of a man out of hell is beyond anyone. Sweet Tooth would walk the lands once again}
{ Needles Kane Sits on the hood of his Truck. The Music Quits playing. Something seems to be amiss with him. He holds up his dagger and begins to cut deep into his knee. No blood arises from this cut but, a dark red flame escapes from the the horrid gash. Needles seemed to laugh at this pain. His body had been reformed by Hell fire and Brimstone. His left eye was completely red as his right eye was completely White. He began to talk to himself quietly although his voice seemed to echo in the darkness in which He was sitting in. The Only light he had was the Fire that Had Terrorized his scalp. } The Bliss is the Kiss in which I need. The murder is the sweetest Kiss in which is my Bliss. { Sweet Tooth than chuckles to himself. This was the phrase his father told him before Needles Killed him. Sweet Tooth had modified it to his own insanity.}
{ Needles Kane looks up in the darkness. The mask seemed to be at home in this darkness. He remembered the faces of his victims well. The little kids being thrown against wall into spikes. He laughed to himself as there was one kill in particular he had loved to death. The death of his father. what Sweet Tooth had done was so gruesome would would had to know where he was from first. He began to talk to the darkness even though no one was there.} I used to be a Kid once. One who his father had hit a lot. Well kids one day My father tried to hit me and, I had Placed this dagger { holds up his dagger} right where his hand was going. The dagger had pierced right through that Mother Fuckers Hand. He wailed like a little Baby who's candy was taken away. I than looked into his eyes and, smiled just the way I always do when I am about to make a kill slides its way onto my face.
{ Sweet Tooth Paused for a moment to remember what all he did.} Anyways since we lived on a farm I had many fun toys to play with. As my daddy was wailing in bloody pain cursing me telling me that I should run I only Grinned bigger. I grasped his Ankle and dragged him to the Crop chopper. I picked him up and told him a sweet thanks for him. I said " Daddy its time for you to be punished." I than threw him into the Crop chopper. The Chopper cut him into bits slowly for it was a Dull blade. My father was screaming in pain for me to get him out. I only laughed at his tears. I than threw in my brother and mother into that same chopper so all of them would die in eachothers arms. I mean i Had to Be sweet to them. { I smiled looking around as if I had a Crowd. I chuckled to myself walking to the back of my truck to pull out some cotton Candy to eat.}
{ Eating some cotten candy I had looked around my invisible crowd. Smiling insanely under my mask. Looking into the faces of the scared. Looking straight into their poor little eyes. Wanting there blood on my hands. Craving for a kill. My eyes searched for the ones I wanted to kill. Waiting patiently as my lust started to show. My red eye gleeming out of my mask. Nothing more than pure blood would entertain me. Nothing more than my knife threw the throat of an innocent would please me. The perfect kill.}
{ I started to my truck wondering what in the hell i needed to do to get more kills. I started the truck as the broken down ice cream theme came on. I started to drive down threw the streets of New York. Looking for a fun kill. Something in my mind just iched its way into my vision. A little girl with a bunny doll. She was in a white dress with red frillys on the end. I laughed darkly as I searched for such a girl. Wanting the kill more and more. The lust driving me insane. Well more so than I had already been.}