Storm woke up way too early for a human being, threw on his suit like he was late for a Marvel audition.
Teen Storm: Aight… to be a legend, I need clout. To get clout, I gotta save people. Simple mathematics.
Alarm rings
Teen Storm: Cool cool, I got two hours to become famous before training turns me into a corpse.
1 hour 55 minutes later — Storm sitting on a roof like a depressed gargoyle
Teen Storm: Ain't no damn crime today… even criminals took PTO. This job sucks, bro. I'm finna go to training—
Suddenly a LOUD SCREAM, glass breaking, and an explosion.
Teen Storm: Finally. GOD'S TIMING IS SO REAL.
Phone rings.
Storm: Hello…?
Mentor: Good. You're awake. Drag your goofy ass here — big training day.
Teen Storm: Yessir, just need to… uhm… check on my—
Mentor: DO NOT BE LATE. (hangs up aggressively)
Teen Storm: Damn, okay father figure number 3…
Storm sneaks into the house through the kitchen window and hides behind the counter. He sees a couple fighting like it's a telenovela.
Man: YOU CHEATED ON ME AGAIN?!
Woman: I'm sorry—
Man: Pack your shit and leave. No refunds, no warranty, no exchanges.
She grabs him, he turns around and punches her so hard she exits the building like DLC content.
Teen Storm: Oh HELLL nah… this man throwing punches like he's sponsored by Mortal Kombat.
Teen Storm: Aight. 3…2…1… we ball.
The man creeps toward the kitchen.
Storm vaults the counter and dropkicks him straight into the glass table.
Man: Aight… NOW I'm mad. Like… unnecessarily mad. Like… 'Argue with the manager' mad.
Teen Storm: Bro chill. You had me scared until you started monologuing.
Man: YOU'RE DEAD.
Teen Storm: Nah YOU finna be an NPC.
The man flames up and swings a blazing punch. Storm blocks it but gets blasted outside like a microwave burrito.
He lands beside the woman in the bushes.
Teen Storm: Touché, mi ladí…
Storm stands, lightning crawling over his body, his eye glowing like a broken streetlight.
Teen Storm: Hey bro, beating up women is crazy. There's therapy for that, y'know.
Man: SHUT UP AND FIGHT ME.
Storm zigzags straight at him until the guy sees nothing but confusion and regret. Then —
WHAM
Punch to the jaw sends dude flying back inside.
Storm is already there waiting with a spinning heel kick that plants him in the floor like a USB the wrong way in.
Storm grabs him by the ankles, WWE slams him repeatedly, then YEETS him outside.
The dude, now leaking blood and ego, powers up again — flames surging.
He shoots a giant fire blast — the "delete everything" kind.
Storm dodges, charges all energy into his fist.
But the woman is about to die too.
Choice:
Win fight? Or save her?
Storm: Why not both?
He punches the man and then uses the dude's ribcage as a launch pad (very disrespectful).
X-ray mode:
All Storm's energy floods into his legs.
His glowing eye shuts off — mastery leveling up.
BOOOOOOM
Thunder cracks as Storm launches.
Lightning coats his legs like he stole Zeus' socks.
He outruns the fire, grabs the woman's hand mid-air, crashes with her, and tanks the flame using his suit.
His face isn't fully covered — so he takes a burn on his cheek.
It shapes itself naturally into a lightning bolt bruise.
The iconic mark.
The symbol.
The "Yeah I'm HIM" badge.
Woman: W-what's your name…?
Teen Storm: Name's Storm. The next LEGEND.
Random dude in background: "Booo."
Teen Storm: Damn bro, didn't even finish saving your city and y'all hating already?
Phone rings.
Mentor: YOU'RE LATE.
Teen Storm: I KNOW. I SAVED LIVES, DAMN.
Mentor: GET. HERE.
Teen Storm: Yes sir dickhead
(Realizes what he said)
—I mean sir. Just sir.
Hangs up.
Teen Storm: Aight citizens, stay alive.
CUT TO: Mysterious Man
Shadowy figure staring at a screen like a disappointed father.
Mysterious Man: He's advancing too quickly… We must stop him. Tell the mentor… it's GO TIME.
Screen fades to black