Well, fans of my Batman Saga have voted, and the next story I'll be posting is Aquaman! After that is Flash, then Green Lantern, then Superman, then Wonder Woman! They'll all lead to a Justice League movie! After that, sequels! A possible World's Finest? Well, all of you who voted for Flash and Aquaman are in luck! I've already completed most of the scripts, and I wanted to post a preview of the first couple of pages. I hope you enjoy!
“Little known fact about the ocean, is that a single-celled organism creates half our oxygen. It’s called phytoplankton. The plant of the sea. Now, because of global and ocean warming, these organisms are decreasing. If humans don’t stop wasting resources, and destroying the ocean, and environment, we could all suffocate. And not in a hot car. Class dismissed.”
AQUAMAN
A small sea-side town is shown. A large school is seen, with teens pouring out of the doors. We see a average sized, 16-year old, with blond hair run down some stairs. He’s wearing an orange jacket.
“Hey! Hey, Arthur, are you still going to Kyle’s?”
A 16 year old that looks younger than that age, runs to the blond boy.
“No, I can’t. Dad wants to watch some old cartoons with me. Thinks It’ll be ‘fun’.”
“Well, that sucks. There’s gonna be girls!”
Arthur: “There are always girls.”
“Well, this is, like, my first party! I’m gonna talk to girls!”
Arthur: “I don’t know you!”
The teen runs away, leaving Arthur to run down the steps.
Arthur runs across a beach, towards a lighthouse. He goes into the structure, breathing heavily. A small rectangular space is connected to two stairways, one going up, and another down. A tall, brown haired man walks towards Arthur.
“You’re late.”
Arthur: “I...took the long way. Is that alright Tom?”
Tom: “Don’t call me Tom. Any homework?”
Arthur: “No. No, I’ve got nothing.”
Tom: “Hand over the backpack.”
Arthur: “Here.”
Tom grabs the backpack.
Arthur: “So, dad...cartoons.”
Tom: “Party tonight?”
Arthur: “Yeah.”
Tom: “Who’s?”
Arthur: “Kyle’s.”
Tom: “Has he been grounded in the past month?”
Arthur: “No.”
Tom: “Where?”
Arthur: “Beach.”
Tom: “Hmm. far side, or near?”
Arthur: “The middle. He reserved it. And no, I will not drink.”
Tom: “You can go.”
He reaches into the backpack, and pulls out a textbook full of papers.
Tom: “After this.”
That Night
Arthur runs across the beach. It’s almost pitch black, and he stumbles in the dark. Suddenly, a hand touches his chest, stopping him.
Arthur: “Oh god. Okay, don’t mug me.”
“Arthur Curry. As I live and breathe.”
Arthur: “Who are you?”
“That’s the question. Just...for you.”
Arthur: “Who are you? What do you want?”
“I’m Jim. Jim Lockhart. I need to talk to you.”
Arthur: “Um...I just remembered. I forgot my sandwich. Bye.”
He ran towards the lighthouse.
THE LIGHTHOUSE
Arthur slams the door, and runs through the lighthouse, looking for his father.
Arthur: “Dad!”
Tom runs towards his son.
Arthur: “Dad, something happened.”
Tom: “What? Did someone get drunk? Die? You got a girlfriend.”
Arthur: “No! It’s...okay, I think I was mugged.”
Tom: “Okay. Okay, what did the guy look like?”
Arthur: “I don’t know. I think his name was Jim Lockhart.”
Tom: “Oh.”
Arthur: “Oh? What does ‘oh’ mean?”
Tom: “I know Jim. He isn’t a bad guy. He wanted to talk, I assure you.”
Arthur: “You assure me? How do we know-”
Tom: “I’ve known Jim since you were born. Before.”
Arthur: “Dad?”
Tom: “Don’t...I’m sorry. Just...leave me alone for awhile. I’m going to call Jim.”
The Next Day
Arthur walks into a diner. A bell above the doorway rings. Arthur walks through a row of booths, and a man raises his hand. Arthur walks towards his booth.
Arthur: “Are you Jim Lockhart?”
“I am. Take a seat.”
Jim has short, blond hair, and brown eyes. He’s also pale.
Arthur: “Okay, what do want?”
Jim: “I want you to listen to me. There’s a war brewing. If your half-brother kills you, it will begin. And trust me, he wants to kill you.”
Arthur stares at him, with a blank expression.
Jim: “Well?”
Arthur: “I don’t have a half-brother.”
Jim: “Not on land.”
Arthur: “Okay, I’m out of here.”
Jim: “No. Please, sit. Don’t you know?”
Arthur: “Know what?”
Jim: “Tom didn’t tell you. Well, make sure he does. I’ll tell you everything you need to know. Okay?”
Arthur: “Okay.”
Jim: “Humans pollute, they don’t care for the oceans, because they don’t realize there is a civilization under the waves.”
Arthur: “Are you trying to teach me something? Because I got the same message from WALL-E.”
Jim: “You were sent up here because you could be. To learn of the humans, to spare them. You, Arthur Curry, are a hybrid.”
Arthur: “Okay. Half-human and half what?”
Jim: “Atlantean.”
Arthur: “I come from Atlantis?”
Jim: “You’ve never been. As I said, you’re half-brother wants to kill you.”
Arthur: “Why?”
Jim: “Power. You’re a king.”
Arthur: “I’m not a king.”
Jim: “You aren’t. Not yet.”
Arthur: “I’m a freaking teenager. My grades are below average! I’m not a king!”
Jim: “Then you will perish, along with the rest.”
Arthur: “Ominous. Nice. I’m just going to get up, and, y’know, back away very slowly.”
He got up, and backed away from Jim, soon running out of the diner. A waitress walks over to Jim’s booth.
Waitress: “That your son?”
Jim: “I wish he was. Do you have anything besides seafood?”
Now, for the Flash!
A woman walks through the city of Keystone. Hours later, she walks through an ally. It’s dark, and the moon is full. A gun clicks.
“Hand it over.”
“Okay. Okay, here.”
She reaches into a small purse, and takes out a wallet. She hands it to the mugger.
A red streak of light, with yellow at some points, zooms through the city.
“Okay? That’s all I have.”
“Good. Now do me a favor, and don’t make a mess.”
He starts to pull the trigger, when the red streak seems to move through him, and past the woman. The mugger falls to the ground. The woman takes her wallet back, and kicks the body. She then looks to where the streak went. It starts to rain, and lightning strikes. The shot freezes, and the lightning turns into the Flash symbol.
THE FLASH
The screen shows Keystone’s skyline, in the morning. The camera moves down, showing a man with blond hair, that covers his forehead and neck, which sticks to his head, talking on a cell phone. He has a white, buttoned down shirt on, with tan pants. The man is standing on a curb, waiting for a stoplight to turn green.
“I’m going to be late. No, it’s not because I’m avoiding work, it’s because I’m always late. I’m slow. I didn’t oversleep. Look, I don’t control it, I’m always late.”
He hangs up, and walks across the street.
KEYSTONE POLICE STATION
Barry walks into a large, square room, wearing a lab coat.
“Barry, you’re 3 minutes late. That’s the fastest you’ve gone.”
Barry: “That’s great Mr....”
“James. James Jesse. We found a man dead in an ally. Mid-thirties. His entire body was ripped apart. We’ve managed to find most of the pieces.”
James has clean cut blond hair, and light blue eyes.
Barry: “Give me a few hours. Two, at the least. This should be fun. What was his name? It could help.”
James: “That’s classified.”
Barry: “Government agent, could hold some grudges. Thanks.”
Jesse puts his face in his hand.
James: “Damn it. Just...just get to work.”
He grabbed a handle on a drawer, and pulled out a table. It had chunks of flesh where it would be, if the man was alive.
KEYSTONE
A thin man is talking to someone on his cell phone. He has short brown hair, and brown eyes. The man has on a black T-shirt, and blue jeans. He looks angry.
“I did your dirty work Falcone, where’s my money? What do you mean it’s not coming? I did what you wanted! He’s dead. You want me to get the Flash? Forget it Falcone, I don’t want your damn fake money. At least Maroni pays half up front!”
He hangs up on Falcone. The man then collapses on an old, green chair.
THE KEYSTONE POLICE STATION
Jesse is walking out of the building. He straightens his suit, and walks past a dozen reporters, with their cameramen. He’s stopped by one. She has long, brown hair, and blue eyes.
James: “Iris West. Always a pleasure. Please step out of my way.”
Iris: “Sir, do you know who, or what, killed this man?”
James: “Classified.”
Iris: “Was it-”
James: “Here’s a headline: Classified. Then, in your story, you can use the word ‘and’. The rest can be ‘classified’.”
Iris: “Thank you for your time.”
She awkwardly backs up into the crowd, as Jesse walks away. Her cameraman starts to talk, a small laugh entering his sentences.
“Nice. So, are you going to write that story?”
Iris: “Oh, shut up Jim.”
Barry picks through the meat under the skin. He takes DNA from the skin and flesh. He searches the body for fingerprints. He reviews samples and papers. He doesn’t come up with anything. He looks at the papers again.
I hope you enjoyed the previews! I know they weren't action=packed, but they held some interesting hints to the story, and future ones. My Aquaman story is coming in 10 days!
Until next time,
Comiccow6.