: CHAPTER 1: "The First Spark"
Uncle Calvin: Alright nephew, buckle the fuck up — time for your bedtime story.
Kid Storm: Can you read the one about the legend?
Uncle Calvin: Sure thing, kiddo.
Once upon a time, there was a legend called the God of Lightning.
Fast. Fearless. Unstoppable.
Well… was unstoppable.
Till some motherfucker called The Unknown decided to conquer every damn universe — ours included. The legend tried to stop him… and died like a dumbass.
The Unknown was so damn powerful he could make whatever he wanted real.
He built an empire — the Acendants — almost a million warriors, each with a different element: earth, fire, wind, light… and all that crazy shit.
But of course, power doesn't sit still. The empire fell apart, turned into pure chaos, and everyone went their own fucked-up way.
Some hid among humans, had kids, passed powers around. That's how powered folks started popping up again.
The Unknown still runs shit, and If we don't follow him… we're all screwed.
So we wait for a new legend. A new God of Lightning.
Uncle Calvin: Alright, story's done. Sleep tight, kiddo — long ass day tomorrow.
(Light clicks off. Door shuts.)
Aunt Terresa: When are you gonna tell him his father was the legend?
Uncle Calvin: When he's ready,
(Screen fades to black — title card "THE UNKNOWN" flashes, then fades to five years later.)
Five Years Later – The First Spark
Same old day, same old beating — courtesy of his cousin Chase.
Chase: Yo, cuz! You finish that assignment yet?
Teen Storm: Ah, shit… forgot.
Chase: Forgot? That's fifty percent of my grade thats like almost half.
Teen Storm: exactly half.
Chase: You think this is joke time?
Teen Storm: Kinda feels like it.
Chase: Five seconds run
Teen Storm: (Already running)
Chase: Somebody catch him!
(A friend of chase trips Storm — he crashes hard.)
Teen Storm: Aww, shit!
(They jump him. Scene cuts.)
Dinner Scene
Aunt Terresa: What the fuck happened to you?
Teen Storm: Oh, just your adopted son trying to beat me into next week.
Y'all ever gonna stop him?
Uncle Calvin: How about you quit being a punk and stand the fuck up?
Aunt Terresa: And how the hell is he supposed to do that? He's thinner than a damn broomstick.
Uncle Calvin: And punches like he's allergic to violence too can't forget that one.
Teen Storm: Y'all straight-up suck.
Aunt Terresa: Language!
Teen Storm: Language my ass — I speak the way the fuck I want!
Uncle Calvin: Watch your damn mouth.
Teen Storm: Or what, wheeze me into shape?, You cant even run a mile without having to be rushed to the ICU.
Uncle Calvin: Upstairs. Grounded.
Aunt Terresa: For a damn month!
Teen Storm: Fine.
Aunt Terresa: And when you behave maybe we'll spare you—
Teen Storm: Maybe I'll spare both your asses first.
Uncle Calvin: What the fuck was that?
Teen Storm: Nothin'. Just the couch screaming for help — learn to get your ass up old man.
(Door slams. Books fall.)
Storm picks them up, notices a picture — his dad.
His eyes water.
Teen Storm: Dad… where the are you dad? Why'd you leave me?
(Screen fades to black.)
Late Night – Robbery
Uncle Calvin: That boy has no right to be up in my house and disrespect us like this
Aunt Terresa: You know one day hes going to find out about his dad and hes going to hate us for not telling him.
Uncle Calvin: well maybe one day he will realise it was for his own damn safety .
Aunt Terresa: Well dont you think we should dial it down with the way we treat him?
Uncle Calvin: Nah, he'll man the fuck up.
(Glass shatters. Calvin's eyes flare red, body flickers with flames.)
Uncle Calvin: Stay here — I'll check that shit out.
Aunt Terresa: Yeah, sure, because I was planning on sitting still anyway.
(Crash! Offscreen battle — Calvin shouts:)
Uncle Calvin: Who the fuck are you—!
(Thud. Wall explodes; Calvin lands near Terresa.)
Uncle Calvin (breathing hard): Get the kids and get the fuck out — NOW!
Terresa runs through smoke and falling plaster. Grabs Chase, then storms to Storm's room.
Aunt Terresa: We're being fucking robbed!
Teen Storm: Oh really? Did the flying furniture give it away or Uncle Calvin getting his ass handed to him?
Aunt Terresa: Get up! Let's move!
Chase: I'm helping.
Aunt Terresa: Boy, you ain't ready — you'd be dead in seconds.
Teen Storm: That'd be a miracle in disguise.
Chase: I don't care — I'm going.
Aunt Terresa: Fine, just don't die, motherfucker.
Teen Storm: Or do. Saves us all the trouble.
Aunt Terresa: Move!
Teen Storm: So when y'all going to tell me he had powers Uncle had powers?
Aunt Terresa: Was gonna tell you when you got yours… guess luck skipped you.
Teen Storm: Watch out!
(Roof starts collapsing; Storm yanks them both out.)
Aunt Terresa: Thanks, shit…
Teen Storm: No problem.
Attacker — Earth-powered brute — hurls jagged rock spikes. Calvin and Chase dodge, but shards fly straight for Storm.
Aunt Terresa: Move, damn it!
She jumps in front — spikes pierce her chest.
Calvin and Chase lose it, going full berserk on the intruder.
Storm kneels by her.
Teen Storm: Aunt T, I'm sorry for the shit I said. Please… stay with me.
Aunt Terresa: I..I… love you… all…
(Her hand falls. She's gone.)
Storm freezes. The air hums. Clouds swirl outside. Electricity dances on his skin.
Lightning crawls up his arms, wrapping his body. Eyes glow pure white.
He screams — the sound cracks the night — and a bolt crashes down, blowing the attacker across the street and blacking out the whole damn neighborhood.
Teen Storm: You… you're gonna fucking pay for that.
He charges — fists wrapped in pure lightning.
Screen fades to black