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(Starts at the funeral — cloudy, light drizzle. People standing around. Storm steps up, throat thick.)
Teen Storm: um… hey, thank y'all for comin'.
Chase: you suck.
Random guy: shut the fuck up, he's talkin' here.
Teen Storm: as you know, my aunt was a caring person — to me, to Chase, to Unc, and to everyone. And to be honest, I speak for everyone when I say we didn't give her the respect she deserves. Especially me. Aunt T, I just wanna say I'm sorry for the shit I said and put you through — and to you too, Unc.
Chase: where's my sorry?
(Gets ignored.)
Teen Storm: and I truly hope one day I do make you proud.
(Storm walks slow to the casket. He reaches out — fingers touch the wood — and the memory rips him away.)
FLASHBACK / FIGHT (plays as his memory — all three minutes compressed into two seconds)
(Lightning bleeds across his pupils left → right. White-blue glow. The world explodes into the night of the fight: rain, smashed glass, wood splinters, Aunt T bleeding in his arms. The attacker — rock-skinned, smirking — steps up.)
Teen Storm (mental scream): YOU MOTHERFUCKER… YOU KILLED HER…
(He moves like a storm — fists a blur of lightning. He slams the attacker into walls, into cars, into the street. Rock spikes explode up; Storm ducks and folds over them, lightning snapping in his wake. Every hit echoes Aunt T's voice; every dodge is memory and pain. He lifts the attacker, slams him, sends him flying. A white-hot sphere of lightning builds in his palm — death on a plate.)
Uncle Calvin (memory, furious): NEPHEW! STOP! THAT'S NOT WHAT SHE WOULD'VE WANTED!
Chase (memory): BRO, YOU'RE ABOUT TO KILL HIM!
(Storm screams DIE — raises the sphere — then hands clamp on his wrist. Calvin and Chase yank him back mid-strike. The sphere collapses; the attacker is thrown aside, alive and broken. The chaos collapses back into a flash of rain and light.)
(Lightning fades. Pupils go normal. Storm drops to his knees, breath ripping, hands on the casket. Three minutes felt like two seconds.)
(Back at the funeral: Storm presses his forehead to the wood.)
Teen Storm: I love you, Aunt.
Random guy (muttering): is it me or is he being too awkwardly dramatic for a black kid?
(Calvin walks over, clumsy, stiff.)
Uncle Calvin (muttering, soft): thank you, kiddo.
(Then — like always — he tries to flip the mood.)
Uncle Calvin (loud): Alright — let's partyyy for Terresa!
Everyone: (shouts, half-laugh, half-cry — family doing family)
(Screen fades. Cut to the house — the rain slapping the porch as they walk in.)
Uncle Calvin: damn sure it's pourin' as hell out there.
(Front door closes.)
Teen Storm: I'm beat.
Chase: and I'm hungry.
Teen Storm: who's cooking now that Aunt Terresa's gone?
Uncle Calvin: you can bet your asses it sure ain't gonna be me.
Chase: what you looking at me for? I ain't cooking shit.
Teen Storm: cool — guess we starvin' to death. 😒
Uncle Calvin: hey geniuses, why don't y'all pull out your smart thingys and order food from Uber eats?
Chase: um, I don't think Uber sells food like that.
Teen Storm: it doesn't it delivers food— and don't worry, dinners on me.
Uncle Calvin: alrighty then — you ain't useless after all.
Chase: finally pullin' some weight.
Teen Storm: if that's your way of sayin' thanks, you need people skills.
Uncle Calvin: shut up and order already.
Teen Storm: chill, grandpa — food won't be here for twenty. Gives you time to tell us why you been hiding your powers.
Uncle Calvin: you really think this the time—
Storm & Chase (in unison): spit it, old man.
Uncle Calvin: oh what the heck — our bloodline—
Teen Storm: and by that he means me and him, not you, Chase.
Chase: shut up.
Uncle Calvin: as I was sayin', our bloodline runs only from lightning and fire — which are actually the top-tier acents . Third is earth, of course.
Chase: wait — what are acents?
Teen Storm: where the fuck did you get this guy?
Uncle Calvin: acents are powers the Unknown gave to his empire also known as Ascendents. The only reason acents still exist today is 'cause people kept breedin'. In the acents hierarchy we got four stages:
Normies — no powers at all.
Teen Storm: so, humans.
Uncle Calvin: yes. Then we got arcenders— people like me; we got powers but look almost normal compared to the third stage . Third, Immortals — men of the Unknown; they guard everything and nobody knows much 'bout 'em right now only 5 of them still exist used to be 6 but one of the man escaped. Last is the Unknown — nobody really knows that motherfucker except that he's freakishly strong and scary as shit.
Teen Storm: you still ain't tellin' us why you hid your powers.
Uncle Calvin: yeah no shit, Sherlock. I was about to tell you — then we got distracted by this insect over here—
Chase: hey!
Uncle Calvin: —but back to my story, our bloodline—
Chase: wait, how many elements are there?
Teen Storm: oh my fucking goodness.
Uncle Calvin (muttering): I knew we shouldn't have adopted your ass. Right now the recorded elements are fire, lightning, water, and earth since there the only one that still exist — lightning's the strongest and most common, water less so.
Teen Storm: what about wind and the others?
Chase: oh, so now you give a damn.
Uncle Calvin: well, those once were weak — the Unknown wiped the weak ones out. Now whoever interrupts me is gonna get some B.T.A.
Chase and teen storm(in unison): B.T.A?
Uncle Calvin: belt-to-ass, you uncultured fucks.
Chase: damn.
Uncle Calvin (serious, looks at Storm): me and your dad — was good friends with the God of Lightning.
Chase: wow, old is your ass.
Uncle Calvin: okay, you earned yourself an ass whoopin'. Your dad tried to help the legend get rid of the Unknown but get I guess that was a lost cause
Teen Storm: Aren't you the older brother why didn't you stop him
Uncle Calvin: Once your dad made up his mind to help the legend there was nothing we can do
Teen Storm (quiet, to himself): he's lyin'. He's Story's incomplete.
(KNOCK KNOCK at the door.)
Delivery man: delivery!
(Storm walks to the door. He reaches for the handle — lightning jumps up his arm, flash — knocking storm back into the back yard like he got launched. Door knob flies away burned into a crisp.)
Uncle Calvin: pay for the food — I'll go get him.
(Calvin steps out, to the back yard and sees nothing but the dark. Chase opens the front door, grabs the food, hands the man cash.)
Chase: here — now get gone.
Delivery man: no tip?! Seriously?
Chase slams the door
Delivery man: I hate my job.
(Cut to yard: Storm's out a bit away, shaky, a bright afterglow on his hands. Calvin calls but no answer.)
Uncle Calvin: ey! Nephew! Get your ass over here its muddy out here and I ain't tryna ruin my new kicks!
(Calvin sees a bright light in the distance, runs, finds Storm laying on the ground — picks him up, brings him inside.)
(Storm wakes up on the couch.)
Teen Storm: what the fuck happened?
Uncle Calvin: the real question — what's bothering you?
Teen Storm: are you on drugs again? 'Cause I don't know what the fuck you on.
Uncle Calvin: should've mentioned — powers react to emotion. If you pissed or upset, they go bunkers. So tell me, nephew — what's eatin' you?
Teen Storm: argh. Fine. I feel like I should've been the one who died that night, not her.
Uncle Calvin: She was doing the right thing
Teen storm: And I feel like I should've killed that guy to avenge her — but your asses got in the way.
Uncle Calvin: It's not what she would have wanted
Teen Storm: And how do you know huh? (Thunder rumbling in the background)
Uncle Calvin: You tryna say after 20 years of marriage through highs and lows I wouldn't know what the woman of my life would've wanted. Your aunt cared about you the most and trust me when I say this kiddo she wouldn't want you to lift the burden and grief of murder as it can impact someone and change them
Teen storm: (sighs)
Uncle Calvin: you need to learn how to control 'em.
Teen Storm: how?
Uncle Calvin: I know an old friend who can teach you the ropes.
(Fade OUT)