Phoenix - Episode 1 "Eye For An Eye - Part 1/2

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

In the distant future, a war between two sides- the Final Fights, and the Bringers- rages on. The Bringers want anarchy and destruction in the galaxy, and are winning the war. One final hope emerges that could be the answer to peace in the future.

Phoenix Season 1 
Episode 1 - ‘Eye for an eye’

BACKGROUND FOR THE STORY - It’s the year 3337. Earth was a lonely planet in the galaxy until aliens landed on it with new technology, bringing humans to the realization that it was not alone, and also that there are hundreds of different planets and species and that their “galaxy” was a small system in the universe. 

Decades later, technology has evolved further. There is a lot of violence and racism between races. Different cultures lead to differences and fights and deaths. There are gangs, secret criminal underworlds, and conspiracies that run deep in the shadows. 

There are cities and planets, some safer than others. Depending on which species you are or where you come from, you will be met with racism and stereotypes and won’t be safe or allowed to go to certain places, like towns or planets reserved for the natives.

There are hundreds of different races- the most notable ones in this story include the Aqaileans, Pokus, Autos, and of course humans. Machines can be programmed to have personalities, though they’re mostly used as weapons.

The amount of different species started roughly 2,000 years earlier on the planet Novar, a jungle planet with a lot of natural plants and water. On there, when technology was very basic, lived 2 species that were at odds with each other, both are a mutated and advanced form of squids and lizards, that could speak, walk, and think like humans.

There was only a few thousand of the human-lizards and a few hundred of the human-squids. One of the lizards, Allan Yale-Sislosis, discovered a mystical woman giving him the chance to create many forms of life. However, to do this he has to lay the blood of a squid on a rock, so he goes to the squids and cuts one while they’re sleeping and gets some of their blood in a bag. He comes back with the bag and spreads the blood on the rock as the woman explained to him, and suddenly thousands of eggs appear. 

The woman leaves Allan with a “parting gift” citing that he will need it, and leaves a ray of light on him. However, as this is happening, Zotoleum, a squid, walks to the scene and watches this happen. Allan and Zotoleum both get this “gift” which they both later find out is immortality. They can’t die or age. No matter what happens to them, they will heal instantly and live forever.

When Zotoleum returns to the other squids, he finds them all dead, presumably because of the spell. Knowing that Allan was responsible, he swears revenge and attack the lizards. Since he can’t die, he survives their defenses and eventually kills all of them except Allan.

Allan and Zotoleum both become the last of their kind- cursed to forever hate each other. Allan is broken and devasted, blaming himself for everything, but eventually helps the eggs, which hatch. For hundreds of years, different species reproduce as Allan watches on the sidelines and guides them. However, Zotoleum, in the shadows, is always watching and still plans to get revenge.

Now in the current timeline, Zotoleum and Allan are the leaders of 2 organizations that are at war with each other. Allan is the leader of a special force known as the “Final Fights” a group of trained and skilled warriors that are above the law and can do what they want to fight and protect innocents. 

The Final Fights are not around just to fight crime, but to also have a symbolic meaning. The Final Fights represent equality of all races.

Zotoleum’s army is called the Bringers. They believe in destruction and survival of the fittest, essentially, anarchy. Although Zotoleum claims to believe in his army, he has one secret purpose- to have these groups destroy each other and end civilization in the galaxy, as a final revenge to Allan for what he did to his species. Allan wants to prove that Zotoleum doesn’t truly believe in his cause, but can’t, so the Final Fights are forced to wage war against the Bringers, which are growing in numbers and will soon have control of the galaxy with their rules.

However, one final hope emerges, when Allan uncovers a prophecy of one human that’s destined to save the galaxy. Finding out who it is, he sends two of his most trusted final fights to the human’s apartment- and that’s where the story starts.

END BACKGROUND

(A black screen, followed by text, pops up)

In 3337, Earth has long since been forgotten as the only source of life in the universe. There are hundreds of planets and species. 
Civilization is in turmoil. Racism, violence, and war has plagued the galaxy.
There is a war between 2 organizations- the Final Fights, and the Bringers. The Bringers are winning the war.

(SPACE. AN ORANGE PLANET IS SEEN. WE SEE IT CLOSER UNTIL A SMALL SQUARE DOOR IS SEEN ON THE PLANET. WE GET CLOSER TO IT UNTIL WE GO UNDER THE DOOR, WHERE THERE IS A DARK ROOM WITH A LADDER GOING DOWN. FARTHER DOWN. 

(Rooms and are everywhere. Alien/human children are being used a slave labor. Some are in cells, some are chained up. A big, tall, muscled, 300-pound monster is walking around, looking at the slaves. He has a long mouth, 2 holes for a nose, long yellow eyes, and a square-shaped head. He grins.)

HAR:
This is beautiful. Beautiful work, everyone. Good work, slaves. Yeah, you all too. Keep being good slaves. (one slave looks at him) Don’t look at me like that, get back to it, bitch, or I’ll add your balls to my dinner tonight.

(a group of mercenaries are talking to each other a distance away from Har. One of them is holding a baby)

MERCENARY 1:
What the fuck are we supposed to do now?

MERCENARY 2:
I don’t know! 

MERCENARY 3:
Just tell him. We have nothing to hide, we did nothing wrong.

MERCENARY 4:
Shouldn’t we just kill it now?

MERCENARY 2:
We don’t take in babies.

MERCENARY 3:
You think we don’t fucking know that? But Har might kill us just for brining him here!

HAR:
Did someone say my name?

(He joins the crowd and stares at the baby with near-disbelief.)

HAR:
What a surprise.

ALIEN MERCENARY 3:
We found this baby in a trash can down on Zolik. No 5 or 6-year-olds we could steal. Wanted to wait until we got here to decide how to dispose of it

HAR:
What? Are you serious? A perfectly health baby, and you just want to shoot it.

ALIEN MERCENARY 2:
We usually take in kids that are older.

(Har turns to him annoyed.)

HAR:
We can make an exception.

(He bends down and leans forward at the baby.)

HAR:
Because…having kids. First borns, people that have never learned anything, willing to learn so much. That’s like having an army.(smiles)

(Later, a darkly lit prison hall is seen. Another mercenary is approaching a room that Har is in with the baby. He’s holding him after attempting to feed him as he cries and screams.)

HAR:
Who’s going to be a good little slave? You are, oh yes you are, yes you are!

(The baby starts to stop crying. As the Mercenary walks up to them. Har gives it to the merc.)

HAR:
Take him to level 7. God, he cries so much he’s like a little bitch. Almost forgot he’s a boy.

(Another mercenary walks in.)

ALIEN MERCENARY:
Sir!

HAR:
What is it?

ALIEN MERCENARY:
Two little boys got into a fight. One of them bit the other’s ear off. We were going to wait until you gave the orders on what to do.

HAR:
Well, shoot him.(walks away)

ALIEN MERCENARY:
Uh, which one? 

HAR:
The one with no ear! He got his ass kicked!

(They all leave the room. On the far right of the room is a drawing that says “246 battles won!” Suddenly, it changes. The room is darker and painted differently, and the drawing says “4,876 battles won!”. It’s obvious that some time has passed by.)

(We now see a large room in the prison in Level 7. About a hundred prisoners are standing in a straight pose, 15 by 15. The entire room is guarded by Alien Mercs keeping check on the prisoners. Har is walking around them.)

HAR:
Alright, today we will be practicing the very dangerous and quite fun handling of laser guns. Laser guns are pivotal in a war. You all are worthless. They will think you are worthless, so…kill them. (takes a pause.) Now, I will say all of your names, and I hope you’re all on this list I say, because if you’re not on this list I say, in other words, if I say you’re name and you’re not here, you must be dead, because the penalty of any prisoners hiding when they’re being trained is death, and I know all of you dumbass worthless sacks of shit are way too smart for that, you would have to already be dead. (laughs) Now, time for role call. Maxwell.

ALIEN CHILD:
Here.

HAR:
David.

ALIEN CHILD:
(is right beside him.)
Here.

HAR:
Jevis.

HUMAN CHILD:
Here.

HAR:
Quenn:

ALIEN CHILD:
Here

HAR:
Number 3.

(We see a the spot Number 3 is supposed to be. He’s not there.)

HAR:
Number 3? Number 3? I took that fucking kid in when he was a baby, and he does THIS?! You better not be hiding. Fuck, where is he. Mercs! Let’s find him! I want a full search of the prison block. Check every drawer and toilet seat. I want him found…now! (takes out list again.) Horris.

HORRIS:
Here.

HAR:
Paulie. ….Paulie? PAULIE?

(Volse is shown, standing in his place in line.)

VOLSE:
Dammit.

HAR:
DOUBLE YOUR FUCKING SEARCH! I WANT THEM FOUND!

(The Alien Mercs are scattered everywhere, checking everything they can find. A few moments later, one of them opens a cabinet, revealing Paulie and Number 3 kissing. They both look out in shock. The merc grabs them both by the arms.)

MERCENARY:
I found them, boss.

HAR.
Oh, they were having a little make-out session, I see. And here I was thinking you were up to something really stupid. No, I get it, children are gonna be children. So, what I’m going to do is let you off on a warning. Guys, grab a knife, let’s cut one of their arms off, each.

VOLSE:
Fuck.

(Both Paulie and Number 3 are being held by several mercs. They’re both screaming.)

PAULIE:
No! Number 3!

NUMBER 3:
No! Stop!

(They’re both dragged and one of the mercs gets a knife.)

HAR:
(points at Paulie) Do her first…so the man can watch.

PAULIE:
No! Wait!

(The mercs keep hold of Paulie and stick her arm out. They put it on a table. One of the mercs takes a knife and holds it up.)

NUMBER 3:
NO! NO!(He begins to yank himself out, getting everyone’s attention. He starts running to Paulie.) Paulie!

(One of the mercs shoots him through the stomach. He falls down and looks up at Paulie, who looks back at him. Another bully goes through Number 3’s cheek, as he goes down completely. Laying in a puddle of flowing blood, everyone assumes he’s dead. Paulie is crying and saddened. But Number 3‘s fist clinches. As everyone moves in one Paulie, his other fist starts clinching tight. And then, his eyes suddenly open up, sporting bright red pupils. One of the mercs has the knife again, and is about to raise it down to Paulie, but a hand stops him- Number 3‘s hand, who stands there, bleeding out, his eyes staring with the face of death, angry. With the two red holes on his cheeks and his red eyes, he’s not the same anymore.)

MERCENARY:
What the fu-AAAAHHHHHHH!(His whole body starts to spread on fire)

 (The other mercs space out and shoot at Number 3, but he stops the bullets in mid air and they light on fire. Number 3 looks at the mercs and front of them and shoots fire out of his hands, lighting them all up. He jumps around and dodges shots and punches as he shoots more fire at other mercs. He continues to jump around and shoot out fire balls, as the aliens scream and burn. Har watches in horror and bewilderment. He then pulls out a knife and throws it at Number 3, successfully stabbing him through the stomach.)

Har:
NUMBER 3!

(He turns to Har, and this time looks ever scarier. He’s skin is now around, his eyes yellow, and his hair red. He’s turning in a fire blaze as it spreads around him. Grinding his teeth, he then screams and lets out a massive explosion through the prison room.

Minutes later, Number 3 is now laying on the floor, covered in dirt and ashes. He regains consciousness, though still bleeding profusely, and struggles to get up, but manages to crawl. His eyes are still red, but otherwise back to normal. Ashes are falling as the whole building is in view, having come apart. Number 3 continues to crawl, horrified by what just happened, and moaning and groaning against the pain. Everything is on fire as more mercenaries start to come in. They’re looking at bodies and helping people up. Bodies are everywhere, mercs and child prisoners. Number 3 continues to drag himself.)

NUMBER 3:
PAULIE!

(He then goes through some rubble and finds Paulie. She’s awake, but a big piece of concrete is impaled through her.)

NUMBER 3:
Paulie!

PAULIEL:
…..oh….hey….

NUMBER 3:
What happened?

PAULIE:
…..I don’t know. That was kind of cool, though.

NUMBER 3:
What…what…I hurt you…I’m so sorry. Let me help you.

PAULIE:
No….it’s ok, it wasn’t your fault. It’s…ok….(dies)

(Music and sounds play over the silence as Number 3 stares at what he’s done. He begins trembling and crying uncontrollably as mercs grab him and take him away. Volse is seen in the background looking. Har is shown being picked up and watches as Number 3 is taken away from the scene. A smile plays on his face.)

(On a black screen, we see credits that say “10 years later”. A red figure is standing in a small room looking down at a desk in front of him. The room is comfortable and homely, and there’s a few windows revealing it’s night time. The figure is looking at papers on the desk, reviewing them. 
It becomes clear that he’s wearing bones instead of clothing. His entire body is bright red with black squiggly linings all around his body. On his face are two big black circles, each with a bright yellow eye. This is KYLE DENCHECK, a final fight. Suddenly a huge ape-like creature walks in the room. He walks like a hunchback and is the size of a  bear. Covered in brown fur, this alien has a bare chest and stomach with a lot scars surrounding them. We see his face as he and the red man look at each other. The beast has 4 eyes, 2 on top of his head and 2 on the bottom. Bridging them is a large mouth with big sharp teeth. This is MODY LARSON, another final fight.)

MODY:
Are you ready?

KYLE:
Well, it’s dangerous and life-threatening, why wouldn’t I be? (smiles)

MODY:
Alright, let’s get going then.

(The pair walk out of the room and head outside to get into a black space shuttle- long in length with dark windows and 4 leather seats. Kyle gets in on the left side where the ignition is and starts flying it. As it’s soaring around, we see a dark, black and purple sky as it flies in front of hundreds of futuristic city buildings. Hundreds of other shuttles are aligned with this shuttle, flying in different directions as wired-up lights signal for them to stop, slow down and go. (red, blue, green)

(a calm silence remains in the shuttle as Kyle cheerfully drives)

KYLE:
So, we’re going after this “Phoenix” guy, huh?

MODY:
Mmhm.

KYLE:
I wonder what his deal is. Why could he be so important to Allan?

MODY:
Why is anything that’s ever been important to Allan, important to Allan? Because he thinks it’s important.

KYLE:
Oh, and uh, you don’t agree with it sometimes?

MODY:
I don’t think that he should send us, 2 of his best men, to go after some random punk when we’re about to lose this war. He needs us at his side, right now, more than ever, figuring out a way to win this thing.

KYLE:
Maybe he has, man, I mean, I don’t know. 

MODY:
Then what the hell are we doing right now?

KYLE:
I have no fucking idea, to be honest. I’m just following my orders. 

(after a pause, Kyle speaks up)

KYLE:
So… how are things in your life?

MODY:
Huh?

KYLE:
You know, like, normal things? How is your life?

MODY:
It’s….uh…it’s ok?

KYLE:
Ok. Coolness.

MODY:
Cool what?

KYLE:
It’s…it’s slang. 

MODY:
What are you, a redneck? Wait…

KYLE:
Did you seriously…(starts laughing. Mody chuckles)…did you seriously call me a fucking redneck, when I have red skin? That hurts, man, that really hurts. Alright, well, whatever, Chewbacca!

MODY:
Chew-what?

KYLE:
Do you ever watch movies? Like, tv shows? Any kind of pop culture?

MODY:
Um…I do. Used to watch the Brady Bunch. That thing made me laugh.

KYLE:
Well, ummm, ok. I give up.

MODY:
What?

KYLE:
No, I’ve lost faith in you. You’re saying you like the Brady Bunch, but you don’t even know what Star Wars is?! Like how the fuck?

MODY:
Oh, I know Star Wars! Use the air, and all that shit.

KYLE:
Force.

MODY:
What?

KYLE:
Forget it.

(The ship finally travels downward past the high city buildings they were in, now away from any traffic, and soaring much lower to the ground. Here are roads and streets, arrows on the concrete, houses. It’s like a normal neighborhood. The shuttle keeps soaring by, on occasion passing by another shuttle coming from the opposite direction)

KYLE:
So, this house is supposedly by itself, out in a jungle.

MODY:
Makes sense. Whoever this person is we’re going after, they’re probably someone that likes to be by himself. Less attention drawn.

KYLE:
Maybe it’s just a normal guy. Maybe Allan needed a clock fixed and he sent us to pick it up?

MODY:
Oh, that’d be the day. I’d quit and convert to a Bringer.

KYLE:
I think I would, too. I think I would. Ugh, he’s still 10 minutes away. Assuming we don’t die, I  have to fly myself and your old ass all the way back from where we came. I’m already wanting to go home and get some ice cream.

MODY:
Hey, I could always die of a heart-attack or some shit.

KYLE:
Nooo, don’t do that! That’d be even worst! I’d have to carry your itchy furry body back to the shuttle! And then after that, possibly even demoted. For “not protecting a fellow final fight in battle blah blah blah”

MODY:
Mmph. That tough love.

KYLE:
It’s true, oldie! If you’re gonna die of a heart attack tonight, please save it for when we get back. It’s appreciated.

MODY:
You know, death is funny. Everyone knows they’re gonna die at some point. The scary part is not knowing how. Maybe you just gotta plan it out a bit better, eh? And then maybe when you die, it’ll be more like the death you planned.

KYLE:
Uh….huh. 

MODY:
It’s just a thought.

KYLE:
No, no! This is interesting. Please elaborate.

MODY:
Well, I want to be able to see my death coming. Smell it. Like buffalo wings. When you are at a restaurant and your waitress is brining your plate of buffalo wings to you, that moment when you see the buffalo wings in the distance coming towards you. Your tongue is tingling. It’s exciting and a bit scary.

KYLE:
So, you want your death to be from buffalo wings?

MODY:
No!

KYLE:
Well, that’s all I got from that.

MODY:
You’re young, Kyle. Young people are dumb, and disgusting. Wait until you be like me.

KYLE:
Oh, no. No thanks. I’m actually going to say words without grunting in between.

MODY:
Huh! Like I ever do that. Huh! Grunting.

(They finally arrive to the house. It’s a mansion. A long driveway is in front of it, and a lot of trees are around it. Kyle and Mody exit their shuttle and begin to walk towards the front door. Mody is holding a large, pale yellow laser shotgun. They walk carefully to the front door)

KYLE:
So, who do you think this is?

MODY:
Phoenix? You know, there is this one bounty hunter named Phoenix.

KYLE:
What, the fire bending guy? But you don’t seriously think…

MODY:
Maybe Allan sent us to him.

KYLE:
To do what?

MODY:
Hire him for something?

KYLE:
Phoenix the bounty hunter…(knocks on the door) I’ve heard some crazy-ass stuff about him. Like that he kills men in the most viscous ways.

MODY:
That makes 2 of us, then.

KYLE:
Yeah, right? But then, there were some other weird stuff. Like he had no family, he was raised in a prison. And this one time, he pulled someone’s eye out with a fork.

MODY:
No big deal.

KYLE:
…and ate it.

MODY:
Ok, well, maybe this ain’t the guy. (clears throat) (loads shotgun)

KYLE:
His shuttle’s parked out here.

(Kyle knocks again)

KYLE:
Do you think he’s asleep? 

MODY:
It’s only 8 o’clock.

KYLE:
Right. Maybe taking a nap, then. Or using the bathroom.(knocks again) Hello?! Final fight! Let us in!

MODY:
Who taught you how to knock? (moves up to the door as Kyle gets out of the way, and brutally knocks repeatedly, nearly breaking the wood on the door. Kyle shakes his head at this.) Open now! Final fights! 

(They both pause and listen, and look at each other in concern)

KYLE:
Nothing.

MODY:
Alright, we’re coming in. (is about to break the door open. Kyle puts his hand on him to stop him)

KYLE:
No.

MODY:
Ugh, if you say so.

(Kyle takes out their electrical “badge”, a small, oval-shaped object that’s glass and see-through, with constant flashing rays of colors inside of it and tiny numbers and letters constantly changing. On it is the “final fight’ emblem, 2 backward-pointing f letters like “{ =| |= }“. Kyle takes it and points it at the door knob.)

KYLE:
Unlock.

(The badge gets brighter, and colorful lights briefly flash on the knob before it unlocks. Kyle smirks at Mody)

KYLE:
And thus, no damage repair needed.

MODY:
Huh!

(They open the door to see 8 Bringers of different species, covered in black attire, holding guns. They look at the pair in surprise.)

KYLE:
BRINGERS!

(Everyone starts shooting at each other. Kyle ducks to the left and takes cover behind a wall in front of the door as the Bringers shoot at him. He fires his pistol and kills a few of them)

Bringer #1:
Aim for the Pokus!

(Mody shoots at them and kills some as they shoot him in the stomach twice, making him fall down and yell briefly as he shoots and kills the rest of them. 2 more Bringers remain and continue shooting at Kyle. Kyle’s skin then gets bright and sizzles, though the bones covering his body remain intact. 

He simply walks straight to the 2 Bringers shooting at him. The bullets do no harm other than pushing him back a little bit. He angrily puts his hand on one of the Bringers’ face as the Bringer screams. His face melts and turns black and starts to become ashes as Kyle lets go of the first Bringer. The 2nd still shoots at Kyle as he walks to him, the bullets still bouncing against him, making him annoyed. He grabs the gun and causes it to melt into goo. The Bringer just looks at his gun, then up at Kyle, panicking.)

KYLE:
(sarcastically) Freeze, you’re under arrest. Or you are, if you want to live.

(The bringer pulls out a pistol from his belt and shoots at Kyle’s head several times.)

KYLE:
Ow, that hurt. (angrily punches him in the face, knocking him out)

KYLE:
(brightness goes away) Gosh. Bullets hurt, you know? (turns to see Mody a few feet behind him laying on the floor) Oh SHIT!

MODY:
Uhhh.

(Kyle runs to him and bends down to look at the 2 bullet holes on his side)

KYLE:
Shit man, why didn’t you tell me?! I was busy killing them and you were just laying here dead!!

MODY:
Didn’t want….to distract you.

KYLE:
Fuck you man. 

(Mody’s body is big and hairy, but the 2 bullet wounds on his side look bad. Kyle frantically pulls out his badge before Mody stops him)

MODY:
No…agh…(pulls out his badge)I got it.

KYLE:
What do you need to do?

MODY:
I’m pulling these bullets out.

KYLE:
No, we don’t know- the damage-!

MODY:
I’m doing it. Pull out bullets….ARGH…AGGG…(coughs and starts to cough up blood. The bullets come out and land on the floor beside him. Mody starts losing consciousness)

MODY:
Agh..man…I’m too tough for this shit. They got me good, though.

KYLE:
(puts pressure on wounds)

MODY:
AGGH…ahh…k-k-Kyle, Buffalo wings. Eh? (coughs)

KYLE:
Hey, no! Shut up! Shut up! (trying to fight tears and not panic) 

MODY:
Uhhh…(is trying not to pass out)

KYLE:
Ok, I think I stopped the bleeding. This could be worst. (points at the wound with badge) Stitches.

(Mody grunts as stitches covers his injuries)

KYLE:
What else?

MODY:
Some pain killers.

KYLE:
I don’t want to pain kill-you. 

 (Mody laughs)

KYLE:
(points badge)Pokus painkillers.

(The Pokus-brand painkillers appear and Mody takes them. Suddenly, they both hear a noise, and Kyle stands up, alerted)

KYLE:
Stay here. (walks forward slowly and stays behind one of the walls, turning bright and sizzling again while holding his pistol)

 (Beyond him, a few rooms down, are another 20 Bringers. We see one loading up a rocket launcher, and then walking past the others, who also are carrying rocket launchers)

BRINGER #2:
Are you sure it’s a final fight?

BRINGER #3:
A hundred percent. 2 of them. Zotoleum will be happy to know we killed them.

BRINGER #4:
But why are they here?

BRINGER #2:
They must have found out we were going to kill this Phoenix kid. Wherever he is now.

BRINGER #5:
Oh shit, we failed.

BRINGER #2:
Nonsense. We just kill these two, then track down the Phoenix dude. One step at a time, fellas.

BRINGER #6:
(loads rocket launcher)Easy as pie.

(They walk closer to where Kyle is standing behind the wall, about 15 feet away. He’s holding his gun, looking afraid and grim, but determined to get out of this alive. He takes out his badge.) 

KYLE:
(whispering) Kyle to base, Kyle to base. Requesting immediate assistance at 1857 Broadren Drive. A final fight is wounded. Multiple bringers. Under heavy fire. They have rocket launchers, for some reason. Over. 

(the badge responds as Kyle glances over to see one of men approaching)

VOICE FROM BADGE:
Kyle, this is Allan. I’m sending reinforcements over there now. It should be 10 minutes until they get there. Can you hang in there until then?

KYLE:
Probably not. I hope they hurry-

(suddenly, a rocket shoots at the wall and Kyle lunges forward. He lays on the floor, and quickly gets up and runs. The bringers attempt to shoot at him again, but several of them get shot and go down. Mody is up again, flanking them.)

(BRINGER #6, #8, and #3 are all dead. They shoot more rockets as Mody continues shooting them, taking a few more. Now there’s only 12 left.)

BRINGER #2:
Fuck!

MODY:
(to Kyle)You alright?!

KYLE:
Yeah! I’m coming over there. (runs to where Mody is. They are in front of the door they had first come to.)

MODY:
We won’t get a chance to open that door.

KYLE:
Right. Agreed. We might have to make a run for it up the stairs.

MODY:
Do you think there will be enough cover?

KYLE:
Reinforcements are coming in maybe 8 minutes. We just have to hold off.

MODY:
Ok.

KYLE:
Can you walk?

MODY:
Yeah. Painkillers are the shit.

KYLE:
Ok.(they both look up at the stairs. They both fire at the 12 bringers as they shoot rockets at them.)

KYLE:
3...2...1!

(Mody leaps for the stairs as Kyle cover fires. He then runs up it. As they go up, the bringers follow)

BRINGER #4:
Shoot them now!

(One of them aims the launcher, but Mody shoots him in the head, causing the rocket to go in the ceiling and pull a part of it down. Mody and Kyle run to the back room in the hallway upstairs, taking cover behind it. 
The remaining 11 bringers continue down the hallway towards them, as Kyle and Mody take cover the beside the door, ready to shoot. Bringer #2 is leading the others to them, and he gets closer and closer, smiling. Mody and Kyle give each other grim looks as they’re about to fire at them, but suddenly, someone puts their arm in front of them to stop them. It’s a human with a red sleeved shirt. Mody and Kyle, dumbfounded look and see Phoenix beside them.

PHOENIX:
If I were you…I would stay behind this wall.

KYLE:
…..Phoenix? 

MODY:
So you’re the mercenary.

PHOENIX:
Uh, yeah. Hi. I’m guessing you’re not with this group, them firing at you and what not.

KYLE:
That would be a negative. We’re final fights, they’re bringers. They want to kill you, we don’t.

PHOENIX:
Looks like they want to kill you just as well. And by the way, um, why are you in my house, anyway.

MODY:
We knocked first.

KYLE:
Look Phoenix, we just wanted to have a conversation with you. You help us kill these fucks, and I’ll tell you everything. Promise. We’ll even fix up your house.

PHOENIX:
Help you? No. Kill them? Yes.

MODY:
What do you mean?

PHOENIX:
Stay here and don’t move. They have rocket launchers, you so much as show your finger, and you’re dead.

KYLE:
And what are you going to do?

PHOENIX:
I got this.

(Phoenix disappears)

(the bringers move closer, but suddenly, all of the lights in the house go off as the bringers look around in confusion)

BRINGER #2:
Turn your lights on!

(all of them turn their lights on their armor on as they look around in the dark hallway. Suddenly, one of them gets pulled backwards as they scream and then disappear. The remaining 10 continue to look around until the head of the bringer that disappeared falls on top of one of them. Several of them scream)

BRINGER #2:
Open fire! He’s around here somewhere!

(They all start shooting. Suddenly Phoenix appears behind one of them and snaps their neck. He takes his gun and shoots 2 others. Another tries to fight him but Phoenix rams his elbow in his throat and then punches him in the face, taking his pistol and shooting him in the head. He shoots another 2 in the chests multiple times, killing them both.

The remaining 5, led by Bringer #2, continue to look around.)

BRINGER #2:
Where the fuck are you!?

BRINGER #3
I gotta get out of here!

BRINGER #2:
No, you can’t! We have a job to do!

BRINGER #3:
Fuck this!(starts running, but Bringer #2 shoots him in the back of the head)

BRINGER#2:
Where are you, you cunt-bitch?

(The remaining 4 keep looking around. Suddenly, Phoenix gets behind Bringer #2 and slams his head into his knee, then punches him several times until he drops to the floor. The other 3 shoot at Phoenix but the bullets stop in front of him and levitate. Phoenix looks at them and smiles, as the bullets drop to the floor. Suddenly, his hands light on fire. He yells and shoots fire at the 3, killing them all.)

(Mody and Kyle are still behind the door)

KYLE:
What do you think?

MODY:
Just stay.

(The lights go back on and Phoenix stands in the middle of all of the bodies. Mody and Kyle stand up and walk over to him)

PHOENIX:
Ta-dah.

KYLE:
That was impressive.

MODY:
Eh, he’s alright.

(Out of immediate danger, the pair and Phoenix look at each other)

PHOENIX:
So, what were you wanting? I’m not interested in girl scout cookies.

(Suddenly, bringer #2, the only survivor in his group, staggers and gets up, beaten and bloody. No guns in his hands, defenseless, he just looks at Phoenix, Mody and Kyle standing behind him)

BRINGER #2:
Heh, look at you. You think you’re so tough. I’ve killed others…aliens, humans, like yourself. They think they’re special. Everyone thinks they’re special. Until they don’t. Then, they die. I’ve killed monsters, different creatures that are 10 times bigger than your noodle ass. You think you’re special, right? Because you have a cool super power no one’s ever had before. You’re a hot topic…for 8 minutes. 
Heh, heh. I’ve killed the same with my pinky. I’ve seen things that would make you cry. You think you’re tough? You’re fire bending doesn’t hurt me. I’ve taken so many upgrades, steroids. I’m like the hulk but with a bigger dick. And you…you’re just the fresh meat that thinks he’s something. Why don’t you stop bouncing around and fight like a man?

(There’s a short pause.)

PHOENIX:
(sarcastically pretends like his feelings are hurt and making sad faces, then walks a few steps forward in front of bringer #2) You know, you really shouldn’t fuck with someone….in their own kitchen. (a fork comes out of his sleeve, and he stabs it in one of the bringer’s eyes as he screams. They fall down and struggle and Phoenix rips the eye out as the bringer cries out and lays on the floor. Standing up, he casually grins and puts the fork in his mouth, and starts eating the eye. Mody and Kyle look in horror)

MODY:
What the fuck!?

KYLE:
Dude…why?!

(bringer #2 is still laying on the floor, trembling and crying in pain. Phoenix bends down and starts whispering in his ear)

PHOENIX:
You don’t know what fear is…I do. Go back to whatever you came from and tell your bosses that if they want to kill me, they should bring way better manpower. (pulls him by the hair and pushes him forward)

PHOENIX:
Now get out of here! Next time I won’t leave any survivors. (turns around and smiles at himself as Mody and Kyle look at him)

(As bringer#2 opens the front door, we see other aliens looking at him and yelling, pointing weapons. One is a 2-feet tall, pink blob-like creature with a mouth and big blue eyes, with little gooey arms sticking out, holding an assault riffle. This is STEPHEN GUBBLES. 
Beside him are two others- in the middle, FRISCO LENNINGS a 5’10 tall alien that almost looks human, only his skin is orange and rubbery, with black scribbled lines all over him. He looks like a human basketball, with a young face and a small nose. In his 20s, with blond hair that’s gelled up to look like lightning and spiked back to the left side of his head. He’s wearing a blue shirt and black jeans, also pointing a pistol.
Beside him on the far right is DEL’QUE, a slightly taller alien with brown clothing. His body is gray like he looks like a fish with 3 big, triangles for fingers, also pointing a pistol. His head is big and long like a cone, with 2 small, black eyes and a small mouth under them.

FRISCO:
Freeze, final fights!

PHOENIX:
Or..get arrested. (shrugs) Whatever.

(As the 3 at the door put handcuffs on bringer #2, Stephen walks in and sees Phoenix. He freaks out and points his riffle at him)

STEPHEN:
You! Freeze!

KYLE:
Stephen, stop!

FRISCO:
(stands beside Stephen)What’s going on?

STEPHEN:
It’s Phoenix! It’s the famous bounty hunter!

(Pheonix just looks at him, startled)

KYLE:
Stephen, stop what you’re doing! Stand down.

STEPHEN:
Allan’s orders are to arrest Phoenix on site!

KYLE:
Those orders have changed.

PHOENIX:
(turns to Kyle and Mody) Wait, you were going to arrest me?! I thought you were selling girl scout cookies!

MODY:
No one said jack-shit about bitch cookies.

FRISCO:
Stephen…I think we should let them handle this. 

STEPHEN:
(gun trembling) Do you know how dangerous this guy is?! He could kill us all in this room!

PHOENIX:
Well, (points at Kyle and Mody) they said they were going to hire someone to fix my house. I kinda need them. You, I..I don’t need.

(Stephen looks scared)

FRISCO:
(to Stephen) Put the gun down, man! Let them handle this. 

(Stephen slowly lowers the gun. Phoenix smiles)

FRISCO:
Sorry about that. He gets a little nervous sometimes, though I don’t blame him, considering your reputation.

(Frisco walks back outside to the front porch where Del’que is, who’s holding bringer #2 at gunpoint) 

FRISCO:
We’ll start bagging and tagging the bodies. From the looks of it, it was bringers. 

(Del’que nods) 

FRISCO:
(looks at bringer #2) How did he lose his eye? On second thought, I don’t want to know. Just fix him up and keep him stabilized until we get out of here.

(Frisco walks back inside to see Stephen already bagging some of the bodies)

STEPHEN:
It’s bringers, Frisco. I figured it out. All of their clothes are black and you can see these tattoos. (pulls on the back of a corpse’s shirt to reveal a symbol of a fist on a bringer’s shoulder)

FRISCO:
Yeah, uh, well done buddy. I’ll check the upstairs. (goes upstairs as Phoenix talks with Mody and Kyle)

KYLE:
So, we can call in a crafter anytime tomorrow or later this week to come by, and they’ll make all repairs to the house. You can be with them if you want to give them specific instructions.

PHOENIX:
Ok, so, you’re not arresting me?

MODY:
Nope.

PHOENIX:
Does that mean I can go back to being hired to kill anyone?

KYLE:
Phoenix, let’s…go to a room upstairs, where there aren’t any bodies. We just want to have a conversation about why we’re here. 10 minutes.

PHOENIX:
Ugh, I knew there was a catch.

(Phoenix, Mody and Kyle are all sitting in chairs in one of the upstairs rooms. It’s small and homely)

KYLE:
The final fights, as I’m sure you know, have been fighting a war with Zotoleum and the bringers for generations. The only thing is, now we’re about to lose. Every single alien, including your (ahem) less well-known species that’s trained as a final fight becomes one with the gods. A living force of nature, that fights for justice.

MODY:
And peace. Something you may have never heard of.

KYLE:
But still, Zotoleum’s army out-number us 10 to 1. For every alien that we recruit, they recruit another 20. Everyone is really starting believe that there should be no rules. 

PHOENIX:
Maybe there shouldn’t be.

KYLE
(smiles) Well, I don’t think you really mean that. I mean, do you have any idea what will happen if anarchy is allowed throughout the galaxy? 

PHOENIX:
I’ve seen some places.

MODY:
So have I. And I sure as hell don’t want the whole galaxy to become it.

KYLE:
The bringers are unpredictable. They sent 15 of their own just to kill you.

PHOENIX:
I would’ve killed them faster, if you two hadn’t gotten in the way.

KYLE:
(sighs) My point is…Allan sent us to recruit you.

PHOENIX:
(snickers) No..no…no. Hell no.

KYLE:
(nods, stands up) Look, um…this isn’t going anywhere. (looks at Mody) Allan can explain these things better than I can. (to Phoenix) How about tomorrow morning, we come back and pick you up. You spend a day at our school. Look around and meet a few aliens that would help you learn, should you choose to join. You’re a bounty hunter, right? So, we’ll pay you. Plus, Allan’s ordering pizza for everyone. And that restaurant is damn good, let me tell you.

PHOENIX:
Ok…..(leans forward, eyes dart on the floor and to the ceiling and back and forth to Mody and Kyle, and then just stares at them) How much money?

(The next morning)

(It’s a bright, windy day, and we see an enormous school as Kyle’s shuttle parks a few yards in front of it. Exiting the vehicle are Kyle, Mody, and Phoenix who’s smoking a cigarette. He’s looking around in surprise)

PHOENIX:
Wow…this place is huge, even for a school.

KYLE:
This is barely half of it. There are over 20 sub-buildings for specific things. 

(As they walk to the school, they look around to see all of the other aliens walking around, some alone, in groups, and in pairs.)

KYLE:
There are final fights, and students that are being trained how to become one. Every new student has a guide, a mentor for 2 years that helps them find their purpose and identity, while training them with their own experience. 

MODY:
I’m a final fight and a teacher. I would be training you how to fight.

KYLE:
And I’ll train you how to be trained by Mody.

MODY:
(laughs and elbows Kyle) You dick.

(As they walk, SALLY HULLEN walks by and they all stop. She looks happy to see them. Sally is an aquelian, and her body is a genetic hybrid of humans, plant, and sea life. Wearing several layers of clothes, her arms, neck, and the top of her head are blooming small flowers that fall off and grow back. Her hair is blond and long enough to go to her feet if it wasn’t tied up in the back. Her body is gray, except for hands and face, which are white. Her face is like a human’s except for multiple colored shapes in her pupils)

SALLY:
Well hello, Mody and Kyle.

KYLE:
And this is the beautiful, luscious Sally. She has just recently become a final fight, and is one of the few aquelians that have ever joined. 

SALLY:
(to Phoenix) Hello, sir.

PHOENIX:
Sir?

KYLE:
She’s very punctual.

SALLY:
An aquelian should always try to be.

MODY:
Eh, I can’t say you’re my type, but I wouldn’t say no.

SALLY:
Well silly, that’s because you’re a pokus. And my species and yours are not typically attracted to one another. 

KYLE:
(points at Mody) ooooh, buuuuurrrn.

SALLY:
Anyway, I have to leave. An aquelian should always have important things to do! Goodbye!

(Sally walks past them and the 3 keep heading towards the school’s entrance)

KYLE:
The rules of becoming a student are simple. You have to be at least 18, and only harm anyone when they’re a threat. It’s also best that when you leave the school, you and another final fight travel together. Being alone is not recommended. 

PHOENIX:
How are you able to protect this place?

MODY:
We have an invisible shield that stretches over a few miles. You can come in or out by using a vid com and getting permission.

KYLE:
The only time this shield will automatically let you in is if you’re a certified fight, and have one of these. (shows Phoenix his badge from earlier)

PHOENIX:
What is that?

MODY:
That is the most advanced piece of tech ever.

KYLE:
It is. This badge can do just about anything. You create or do just about anything with it, simply by talking to it. For example…(presses button on badge) Mody’s girlfriend! 

(a small message on the top of the badge comes on, reading “I’m sorry Kyle, no item found“)

MODY:
Well alright, how about this?! (takes out badge and presses button)  Kyle’s girlfriend!

(Suddenly, a poster of a famous alien actress starts flying down. Kyle jumps up and grabs it)

KYLE:
My woman! (clutches poster)

(The 3 finally enter the front door of the school. As they walk inside, the rooms are very big. There are still a lot of different aliens walking around. Every room and area looks fancy and well-built, with long carpets lining the floor and lights and statues. Suddenly, a robot comes flying 10 feet in the air near the 3. It is small and round like a ball and a light in the middle of it serving as it’s eye. The robot has a gray middle and twice on it is the number “59”)

59:
Reading….reading. Entrance of…Phoenix. Not a threat…for the moment. Species…human. Age…unknown. Heart rate normal… Access given by Allan Yale Sislosis.

PHOENIX:
Um…what’s that..

59:
I am 59. I am a construct of Allan and manage all of the technology in this building. Also scan livings beings and give warnings of danger. Help final fights save lives in their missions.

KYLE:
What he said.

59:
I am not a he…or a she, Kyle. The likelihood of you knowing that is 100%. 

MODY:
Um..yeah, let’s move on.

(The 3 walk to a door. Mody knocks)

MODY:
It’s Mody! Phoenix is here!

A VOICE BEHIND DOOR:
Come in!

(The 3 walk in what’s revealed to be an large office. 20 feet long, they walk forward as Phoenix observes all of the desks, papers, and what appears to be pets and science projects. At the far end is a big glass window, with a desk and a chair in front of it. Sitting in the chair is ALLAN YALE SISLOSIS- a lizard-like alien with scally soap-green skin. He is nearly 7 feet tall and has a very thin body with 3 long fingers that look like yarn. His head is oval-shaped with 2 big holes that have this moist gray skin with tiny yellow eyes in the middle of each. He is wearing a white lab shirt and blue pants. He stands up and smiles)

ALLAN:
Why Phoenix, it is quite a pleasure. Mody, Kyle, I never had a chance to thank you for introducing yourselves to our new friend yesterday. I’ve been busy…losing a war, as you can imagine. My understanding is that there was a complication, but it mostly went out without a hitch.

PHOENIX:
Yeah, except that they nearly blew up my house yesterday because they got in my way, and I had to save their asses.

KYLE:
That is…not what happened.

ALLAN:
Can you two leave me alone with this man?

MODY:
Are you sure?

ALLAN:
Yes. And thank you.

(Mody and Kyle exchange looks and leave)

ALLAN:
So…you saved them both.

PHOENIX:
Yeah, some idiots, probably paid goons, were trying to kill me. Nothing unusual. And they got in the way.

ALLAN:
(laughs) Well, all the same, I’m sure we can resolve all of the issues with your house, even though technically I am supposed to arrest you. But we’re not police, we decide those things ourselves. And with that, I was hoping there would be an alternative.

PHOENIX:
Uh-huh.

ALLAN:
Phoenix…I have resources that have been telling me that you could be a big help to our cause.

PHOENIX:
What resources?

ALLAN:
Well, in a war, when you’re strategizing for fighting, sometimes it helps to talk evaluate several sources of information. And I’ve done my research, and have friends that have done theirs. We know how good at killing you are. You’re….genetic gifts, that no one’s ever had before.

PHOENIX:
I wouldn’t call them gifts.

ALLAN:
I understand. What you’ve had to live through, and live with…it’s a heavy burden. But learning to become a final fight would help you…not make things worst.

PHOENIX:
Look, I don’t want to be an asshole. I do appreciate all of this stuff you guys are doing to impress me, but trust me, you don’t want my help. I’m not one of you.

ALLAN:
You’re assuming that.

PHOENIX:
You’re assuming a lot of stuff, too. 

ALLAN:
Phoenix….I know about your condition. The monster that’s inside of you. It’s getting worst, isn’t it. We can help you.

PHOENIX:
Listen, um, Mr. Sislosis, thanks, whatever it is you think you know about me, it’s not like that. And I don’t need your help with anything.

ALLAN:
Look, I know that this is all awkward and a lot of information, but I’m not going to fake anything. I’m telling you exactly how it is. We need you. We’re going to lose this war. And when that happens, everything will go straight to hell.

PHOENIX:
So?

(To be continued in Part 2)


Submitted: October 29, 2014

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VikingMoon

Hi, thanks for the invite. I'm not best qualified to comment accurately on script writing. I can comment on the depth of mind behind the words, which I found remarkable. The sc-fi mind is one Ive always admired byt cannot emulate. I do wonder if you've tried to find an agent, or sent your script off to see if there's someone out there interested enough to take you under their wing. I do know when writers send of stuff the first question they are asked is this: has this work been seen anywhere else? Often, when the response is yes, the reply is a negative. Just my thoughts on this very capable piece of work. VM

Wed, October 29th, 2014 3:43pm

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Thank you! I'm very much glad to hear that your initial reaction is that I have potential to send this off and get an agent, etc. I'm actually trying to do all of those things. I would love to write a screenplay for a movie one day, and feel like it's my purpose, even though I try to be prepared for any results. But it means a lot to me that you and others think that it's movie material or could be one day.

In all honesty, I would be happy to just have my stories seen somehow, or adapted in SOME way. Like as a play, as a cartoon on youtube, etc. I know you have to start small. And as someone once told me, people that want to be successful surround themselves with successful people.

Anyway, just wanted you to know that your comment is appreciated and made gave me some self-esteem I think I needed the past few days, lol.

Wed, October 29th, 2014 11:11pm

Evangelina Samuell

Wow! You are amazing, this is simply amazing, the plot, and characters are well developed. Good job and keep it up!

Wed, October 29th, 2014 6:37pm

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Thank you very much!!!! It means a lot to me that you feel that way!

Wed, October 29th, 2014 11:07pm

Angela95

Amazing! You are very talented.I really enjoyed reading this. It kept my attention. It's very interesting. I can't wait to read more of your work. Keep it up!

Thu, October 30th, 2014 6:11pm

ShadaStorm120

This was great. It was interesting to read and I really enjoyed it. I read this over the course of about three days though because of how busy I am, but I'm glad I finally managed to read it all. Now I just have to read part 2.

Thu, October 30th, 2014 7:27pm

Comgree

I like this script a lot more than the 'Robot One', I felt a connection to the characters and wanted them to succeed. The writing is captivating also, but once again, cut unnecessary information and lines out of the script.

Fri, October 31st, 2014 8:23pm

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Thank you. I agree with this- screenplay writing is something Im still learning the real kicks to. In a book you're supposed to describe everything but in a script the less the better. It can be difficult to maintain but Im working on trimming this down to less descriptions. The opening for example I've chosen to edit out, as that all can be explained throughout the scripts and is too much information early on.

Fri, October 31st, 2014 5:40pm

Sahar Ahmad

It was amazing! Of course my genre. I just found some unnecessary lines which you can cut out! But it was amazing! Don't forget to check your COMMENT BOX

Sat, November 1st, 2014 5:42am

SkyrimFreak

'm vey sorry for the late read, I'm jut really busy. But I can honestly say, I didn't expect something amazing when I came to your page. But what I got was truly more than I could imagine. Every part of this screenplay I could imagine in my head, as if I was watching a movie. And what an impressive movie that would be. The characters, even the minor ones, were extremely interesting and had much depth, the races and aliens were all fascinating too, I loved each of them. The details of his were great, overall j just loved it. Mody and Kyle seem awesome, I keep seeing Mody as a minatour, like in Greek myths. I like him. And Kyle is simply hilarious. XD I also really really like Pheonix, obviously. He might be a bit insane youth. Eating people's eyes and such. "Wait, you were going to arrest me? I thought you were handing out girl scout cookies!" For some reason, I laughed really hard at that line. And another cool thing is the way you characters speak. Like 59, and Sally. Instead of 59 saying "you know I don't have a gender." it was like "The likelihood of you knowing that is 100%." I mean, I know it's a robot, but it's just so cool. And the way Sally talks is just funny to me as well. Plus, th Star Wars refrences. People probabpy had no idea Star War would still be so popular in 2014, who knows how much longer it might last? It's a neat thought, keep it up! Well to wrap this comment up, I'll just say that this is AMAZING. I can definitly see it becoming a movie, and I sincerely hope it does. You deserve it.

Sat, November 1st, 2014 6:39am

SkyrimFreak

Shit, I made soooooo many typos in that comment...Sorry, I'm on my iTouch. Grr.

Sat, November 1st, 2014 6:42am

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eeeeeee! :DDD Thank you so very much for all of these kind words! It really made my night. Yeah, 59's dialogue was honestly me pushing through writer's block and just typing the first thing I could come up with.

His, or "it's" role, while important, I still have to develop more while other characters' arcs are already planned. But thank you thank you so much for your comments, it means a lot to see someone feel that way. I'm glad you enjoyed it. And I too will love for this to be on television one day. (fingers crossed XD)

Anyway, I'll be sure to look at some of your works, since you took the time to write such a detailed comment.(fuck grammar, lol) And if you want, I'll be sure to keep you updated when more episodes are completed.

Sat, November 1st, 2014 12:55am

angelique30

Wow I really enjoyed reading this...this to me is better than the Robot one that you wrote. This would make an incredible movie, I could picture all of this as your descriptions were amazing and the way the characters are being developed is outstanding. This is really well written. You have amazing talent :)

Tue, November 4th, 2014 5:09am

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