Minion From Twisted Metal Novels & Stories

“What more do you want from me.” “What I want..”, Brian said with a smile. “ Is to buy one of your guns.” Drake raised his eyebrows in curiosity, where was this man going with this. “And shoot you in the face. Just like those terrorists did to my nephew.” “Because I’m trash?” Drake offered. “Scum.” Brian spat. At that moment the audience burst out in cheers at how Brian had put Drake in his place. “That’s all for tonight, folks.” Brian said warmly to his audience both home and abroad.

The minions remained impossibly close, their movements calculated, their dark, gleaming blades hovering menacingly near her body. The jagged edges of the weapons glinted dangerously in the moonlight, casting eerie reflections across the clearing. One minion pressed the tip of his blade close to her neck, while another positioned his at her stomach, both poised and ready to strike at the slightest movement. Their eyes, cold and unfeeling, betrayed no hesitation. They were ready to follow through on Thana’s orders without a second thought.

he declared, his voice carrying a fierce determination. The minions, a ragtag group of shadowy creatures with sharp claws and wicked grins, began to encircle the trio. At their head stood a tall figure with a face marred by scars—Drax's right-hand man, a ruthless enforcer known simply as Korr. His eyes locked onto the Moonflower, a greedy glint igniting within them. "Hand over the Moonflower, and I might let you live," he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. Xienma felt a surge of anger rise within her. "We will never give it to you!" she shouted, her voice fierce and unwavering. "You’ll have to fight us first!"

No one noticed until the scream was loud enough over the ear-piercing music. "You fuckers! Stop this right now and show us the mighty Grant you all worshiping!" The man with a gun who threw the body inside yelled, enough to make everyone take their step backward when they saw his gun pointing randomly in different directions. He was wearing a white sleeveless with a large PUNK imprinted in it, faded ripped jeans, and tattoos everywhere on his body. He came in with at least twenty people, not to mention the few who showed up in the middle of the crowd. All of them seemingly looked alike as they wore the same style.

CHAPTER 1: BLOOD. July 3rd,1996. "I can't believe I'm on my knees begging you to spare my life"Tobias O'Connell muttered, bitterly to Wyatt Gentry whom he had supposedly called his best friend for so many years. This bestfriend now held him at gunpoint. "If you had just listened to me,it wouldn't have gotten to this point"Wyatt thundered. Their voices woke eight years old Damien from sleep. Everywhere was dark.

Waking up today wasn’t my intention. I had a long day ahead of me and of course, I’m always the one who has to work hard. I wasn’t an adopted child, I wasn’t a stepdaughter, but I had an annoying twin sister. Veronica Summers, my identical twin was the opposite of me. She was pampered more by my mum and dad and always caused trouble - of course, I’m always the one to be blamed.

The broken neck clattered against the marble, spinning once before dropping and shattering into piece. The whole room paused or maybe she was the one who froze. Although she knew the bottle could do nothing to save her from this man, she felt an extreme amount of defeat and fear once it was gone. He had her cornered now and she was totally in his mercy. And judging from the dark look that spread across his face, he knew that all too well. “ You've had your fun, Elara”. She gasped when his finger rested in her chin, tilting her head up “ Now it's my turn”.

Okay fine maybe it is a major crush, but he doesn’t have to know that. He stood in front of her in all his glory, staring down at her He was tall or maybe she was just short , He was clearly typing away something on his phone when she opened the door, Leaning by the door frame he was in his white shirt, her favorite color on him it hugged him perfectly, he folded the sleeves and Three first buttons were undid exposing his .. ‘Don’t be a creep Issy..’ She snapped her eyes to his face and in a second she was lost in his hazel eyes with a beautiful shade of green..

I sat leaning back and closed my eyes for a while until we reached in front of ‘the wings’. I quickly got down from the car and walked inside looking around the mess in my club. It wasn’t just a fight as everything was broken to such an extent that my guards had to close the club for tonight. I saw my underlings capturing a guy who was the root of this mess I was standing in and quickly walked in his direction. I looked at the man drowning in sweat while still resisting the grip of my men. “Release him” I order my men to let go of him as I wanted to know the reason, he was the possible son of Mr. Fredrick Steven and I had to at least ask him before taking strong actions for his wrongdoing.