"You can't kill me! You can't kill me! You can't ever kill me! I'll find you Calypso! I'll fucking find you and fucking kill you! You will fear Sweet Tooth! I will fucking cut your insides out! You will fear me motherfucker! You. Will. Fear me!"

They say your life flashes before your eyes at the time when you die. Mine did. It was like a slideshow of past achievements; perhaps an art gallery showing off splendid masterpieces where spectators try to decipher their existential meaning. Alas, Boys and Girls, most of the memories were not mine. I was fading out like the dying heartbeat of a little girl and here I could only take in memories that are not even mine! In my last moments of life and receiving these memories, I found out that cowardly bitch Marcus was still alive! The motherfucker never left this body! Even worse, among all the memories of our past--his past!--I caught a glimpse of a third being that had inhabited this body...Minion. So, I not only have to share space with that motherfucker, Marcus, but the demon, Minion, too. Fan-fucking-tastic!

I just then noticed I was still alive. An idea popped into my mind with enough illumination to see the coffin's scratched interior once more. Or that could simply be the embers on top of my head breathing their last little sparks from lack of oxygen. It all made sense now. The flaming head, eternal hatred and rage, surviving electrocution, getting stabbed in the eye resulting in no permanent injury, and all the gunfire this body has taken! The demon inside this body has been my trump card all along! For as long as Minion resides within this body, I can make good on my promise to Calypso of not dying. Boys and Girls, I'm so happy I could just hug you all with my now cold and lifeless limbs! Or, perhaps, you all can hug me with yours later on. Demons don’t die and minion’s existence inside me was now my trump card. Calypso’s fate was now sealed. All I need to do now is play the Waiting Game for my opportunity.

Every transpiring second made me crave the murder more and more. It was like I was sleeping with no means of moving my body. I simply continued to stare into the empty darkness of that coffin. Let me wake, dammit! After what seemed like an eternity, I heard muffled noises coming from the world above. In my ‘Unconscious Slumber,’ I heard Marcus’s son visit the grave and swear vengeance for my murder. The naïve little bitch always seemed to think he was my son. No…hahaha…he is Marcus’s son. When I cut him in my first murders, I didn’t stop out of kindness, love, or pity. I used him merely for self-preservation. His false sense of heartfelt love makes the boy endearing to a point I'd like to hold that heart in my hands to feel it losing rhythm.

The boy dug up the grave and I could clearly see the world above again. Fresh air greeted my face like an old friend, but the boy's face disgusted me. The bitch even took my mask in his self-righteous mission! For the first time since letting him live, I wanted him dead. I was absolutely livid on the inside in having my mask taken. It's like his head wasn't even on straight! His head...for my icebox...that's a worthwhile compensation.

I'm not sure how long it took after the boy's visit, but Calypso came by next and started rambling like the freak he is about using someone’s rage to cause pain to the world. His rambling words were nothing short of cowardice and ignorance.

“All that anger. All that fight. All that rage you have inside. You could bring the world so much pain. I just can't let that go to waste. You understand, yes? I had this made just for you. Take your time. The trip back, it can be a bit unnerving.”

What did that bitch truly understand about pain? For a moment, I thought the fool was going to revive (wake) me right there. I was excited!

I am going to kill this motherfucker as soon as he revives me, I thought. The all-consuming joy was overwhelming. If my body was capable of movement, I'd sit right up, shock the freak, have a good laugh, and show him what true rage is all about.

I was wrong.

He revived Marcus’s daughter.

Under different circumstances, I would have been pissed but he simply renewed my desire to have her head in my icebox. The fun was doubled, Boys and Girls! I'll get to hit two bird with one jagged-edge stone.

I don’t know how much time went by but I eventually woke up and climbed up out of that hole. This body was sore all over which doesn't last too long when a demon inhabits your body. I started to walk. It was only a matter of time before I’d reach Calypso and kill him. There was enough time to think about why there was a demon inside me. I could of had these thoughts in the coffin, of course. But the fresh air soothed my mind's rage to allow the deliberation.

As I walked, many thoughts raced across my mind. The remembrance of past events brought to light certain coincidences that could be taken as fact. I came to the realization that I, Sweet Tooth, was a symbiotic being born from Marcus and Minion. Now, hear me out Boys and Girls and you'll get your 'eyes' cream with a sturdy straw for sipping pleasure soon enough. I remembered overhearing back in the World Tour contest that Calypso’s powers were stolen from Minion. Maybe it was just a dream. All that needed to be done was trace the timeline back to when the Twisted Metal contests began to notice an apparent correlation and connection not seen before. Calypso, after a car crash that killed his daughter, must have stolen the demonic powers of Minion. This would have happened at the same time I started clawing my way out of Marcus. Hmm...perchance Minion possessed Marcus so as to exact revenge on Calypso and get his powers back!

I stopped and chuckled. It was just so absurd that I had to laugh. This idea could only be thought of by a lunatic. Perhaps the lack of oxygen in that coffin made me a little more crazier than usual. Well, what's the point in having a theory Boys and Girls if you're not willing to test it out? Let's find out if someone can stop me and the demon within. 'Cause I'm certainly not afraid to laugh in the face of chance and risk.

It wasn’t long after these thoughts I heard some noise on the road – sounds of a demented ice cream truck tune! Almost there Calypso and I’ll get to sink my blade into you. Realizing I didn't have my blade, I figured any blade would do the job nicely. Its not about the tool but experiencing simple pleasure in life's little gifts.

Marcus's son drove up next to me and cried, “Dad! You’re alive! I thought you were dead but I started to feel your presence again so I had to check!”

“Give me my mask, boy. A certain motherfucker needs to die,” I replied not revealing the boy was next on my list.

Marcus’s son wanted to follow me into Calypso’s funhouse but I declined. I’m not a fucking babysitter. Borrowing boy’s pitiful excuse for a knife, I made my way through Calypso’s building savoring every moment. This was the second time that it felt like Christmas – each floor more enjoyable than the one before. All these ready and willing blood-filled meat bags were like presents awaiting one to open them up. When I arrived at the top floor, and kicked in Calypso’s door, he looked like a scared little schoolgirl.

“How the…,” he sputtered. “That box was to be your final resting place, Sweet Tooth. No matter how many times I try to put you down, no matter how many lethal injections I give you, you keep coming back…Why? To kill me? Is that the only reason? Do you really want to do this? I can give you anything you desire. Just make the wish and it is yours.”

I didn’t say a word as I closed the distance between us only to be stopped by Marcus’s daughter.

“A little trophy, you see.” He smiled. “Kill him! And make it quick! We have much more pressing matters to attend to than some deranged clown.”

She lunged at me with feeble strength. I used this to my advantage. Calypso always liked his entertainment. So, I simply put on a show by trading strikes with Marcus’s daughter. What Calypso didn’t realize…I was gradually making my way towards him in the fight. I made a show out of it like some great dramatic play letting the other side think they won.

Oh! You almost got me with that papercut! Oh no, she almost cut my vein.

Boys and Girls, I've been in this business longer than most even knew how to tie their shoes! I'm not about to be cut down by some adolescent teenager barely past her schooling! I do, however, like to toy with those who think they've got a chance. It really makes the inevitable that much sweeter. Why kill right away when you can first take away hope?

Setting my priorities straight in a means of getting out of the half-assed tango, I continued to inch much closer to Calypso. When I was within a few feet of him, I waited for the perfect opportunity to exact revenge. It came when the girl made a downward strike at me. Calypso was a mere few feet to my left. I simply grabbed her right arm as it came down and, with my left hand, took the knife out of her hand. As I grasped the newly acquired knife in my hand, he must have noticed what was about to happen. For, at the time I began a left swing at his throat, he raised his hands and sent me away with powers that were not rightfully his…far away.

His voice echoed in my head,

That was quite unexpected Sweet Tooth. You almost had me at a disadvantage. However, this time I am making sure you will never return.

Author's Note

I hope you guys enjoy the rest of the story. Especially any Twisted Metal fans out there. /)