INT. WYVERN'S LAIR – DAY
Shay spins in his swivel chair, one leg thrown over one arm rest while his back rests against the other, his other leg controlling his spinning. He tosses his Wyvern MASK casually in the air, the red scales catching in the lights.
We follow the movement of the mask upwards until it reaches its max height and falls back down.
PAN TO – OVERHEAD LIGHT
MATCH CUT TO:
EXT. ALLEY – NIGHT
The single street light flickers. The shadows dance against the walls. We see the looming shadows of Shay and Issac.
PAN TO – SHAY AND ISSAC
Issac freezes, eyes going wide. His mouth works but no sound leaves until he forces laughter past his lips.
Flurry? I don't even know who or what that is. C'mon, man, just let me go.
I think you know exactly what I'm talking about, snowflake. And I really would advise against trying your cute little snow tricks on me.
Issac clenches and unclenches his hands, the frosty mist that was once gathering dissipating again.
That's a good boy. Now, I apologize. This might hurt a bit.
Wait, what are you-
Shay grasps the back of Issac's head by his hair and bashes his face into the wall much like he did the mugger. Issac crumples but Shay catches him and hoists him up into his arms bridal style. He walks out of the alley.
INT. ISSAC'S APARTMENT – NIGHT
Shay gently kicks the main door shut and navigates his way through the messy, one bedroom apartment with Issac out of commission in his arms.
His foot gets caught on a pair of shorts that he kicks off.
Jeez. Aren't you supposed to teach high schoolers, not be one of them?
Shay makes it to Issac's bedroom and sets the man down on his unmade bed. He strips Issac down to his boxers and pulls the covers over him. Shay sets Issac's belongings on the nightstand and folds the clothes over the edge of the nearly overflowing laundry hamper.
Shay rummages through Issac's cluttered desk and finds a piece of scrap paper and a pen. He scribbles a note and puts it on the nightstand. Shay picks up Issac's phone.
CLOSE ON – ISSAC'S PHONE SCREEN
Shay slides his thumb to unlock the phone, then faced with the phone's lock, one where you have to connect the 9 dots in a specific way.
BACK TO SHAY
Who sighs and pulls his phone out of his pocket. He presses a few buttons and a 3.5mm jack ejects from a hidden compartment of his modded phone. He plugs his phone into Issac's. Issac's phone screen flickers before it's unlocked. Shay tucks his phone away with one hand while tapping around on Issac's with his other. Shay's phone BUZZES in his pocket as he locks Issac's phone again and sets it on the nightstand.
Night, night, snowflake.
Shay pulls out his phone and saves Issac as a contact. He takes a picture of Issac's sleeping face, mouth hung open with drool already trickling down one corner onto his pillow.
ON SHAY'S PHONE SCREEN
where Issac's contact info is the main focus.
MATCH CUT TO:
INT. WYVERN'S LAIR – DAY
ON SHAY'S PHONE SCREEN
with Issac's contact details shown. Shay taps the 'New Message' button.
BACK TO SCENE
where Shay has set his mask to the side and is spinning from side to side in his chair. One leg is drawn up so he can rest his chin on his knee and the other controls his lazy semicircle movements.
I need something to do... It's been a while since I've been to high school, how about I pay my little snowflake a visit?
Grinning, Shay taps out a short message on his phone.
SUPER: "Chicken or turkey?"
Shay pockets his phone and jumps out of his chair. He grabs his mask and hits the touch screen control panel to shut the lights as he leaves the room.
INT. ISSAC'S CLASSROOM – DAY
Issac is sitting at his desk, the students seated before him have their heads bent over a pop quiz. They're set up in groups of four at black-topped lab tables. Issac fiddles with his phone in his lap, worrying his bottom lip.
Chicken or turkey? What the hell? And that fucking message this morning. Who the fuck was he?
Issac brings one hand up to rub at his nose and forehead, disguising the gesture so that it looks like he's pushing his hair out of his face. Keeping an eye on his students, a hint of blue mist forms at his palm. He sighs as his palm and fingers brush against the bruising.
But fuck. What the hell am I going to do? Some smartass, douche-canoodle knows who I am and where I live.
Issac sighs and drops his hand, putting his phone away and getting to his feet. One of his students has their hand raised. He walks over bends down by the student's spot on the four people lab table.
INT. BPHS HALLWAY – DAY (SAME)
Shay strolls down the hallway. In his hand that swings back and forth with each step is a plastic bag filled with the sandwiches he made.
He silently mouths '214' repeatedly, looking at the doors and dingy placards that state the room numbers and which teacher or teachers they belonged to. He peeks into some of the classrooms through the small window on the doors, seeing students looking bored out of their minds and discretely messing around on their phones or laptops while the teachers looked just as uninterested, for the most part.
As he passes a science classroom/lab, he pauses and cocks his head to the side in interest.
CLOSE ON – CLASSROOM
Inside is SYBILLE THIERS, 17 of African-American ethnicity with limited heamokinetic abilities, cleaning up broken glass on a countertop. She nicks her hand with a shard and winces. Some BLOOD falls on the counter and she curses inaudibly.
Shay silently creeps closer to the door to get a better look.
Sybille narrows her eyes and holds her injured hand over the blood spill. Her brows furrow in concentration as the spilled blood rises from the glass shards and counter, seeping back into the cut on her hand.
BACK TO SHAY
Ooh, haemokinesis... Now that's an interesting, not to mention incredibly rare ability. You've got be more careful with flashing that around, cupcake.
Shay waits for Sybille to finish cleaning up before knocking on the door. He opens it and peeks his head inside, smiling guilelessly.
Hey there, sorry, but you look like a student here. You wouldn't happen to know where room 214 is, would you?
Sybille hides her injured hand behind her back, eyes narrowing slightly.
Yeah... That's Mr. Hoadley's classroom.
Just who I'm looking for.
Shay holds up the plastic bag and shakes it a little, making the plastic CRINKLE.
I brought Issac lunch but I have no idea where his classroom is.
Sybille relaxes slightly and stuffs her hands into her pockets.
He's just down the hall. I was on my way there so I can take you. There's still about twenty minutes left of his class though. It's pop quiz day.
Shay holds the door open for Sybille and the two walk down the hallway.
Pop quiz day? Doesn't that defeat the purpose?
Mr. Hoadley has a pattern for his quizzes. It's stupidly complicated and very few people know what the pattern is, so for all intents and purposes, it's a pop quiz. The only reason I know it is because I'm his TA.
Issac's a special one. I'm Shay by the way. I don't think I introduced myself.
Sybille, but I prefer Billie.
Sybille? Est-ce que vous parlez français?
Sybille's eyes widen in surprise. Her face lights up.
Oui! La famille de mon père viennet de France. Comment saviez-vous?
Shay winks and taps his index finger to his temple.
Lucky guess with your name.
Oh my god, barely anyone speaks French here. It's all Spanish.
Well, estamos en América, no Canadá.
Sybille raises an eyebrow.
How many languages do you know?
Shay counts out on the fingers of his free hand.
I can read, write, and speak English, French, Spanish, and Italian, fluently. And I can speak just enough Japanese to get by in general conversation as well as very limited Hindi. I can't read or write in either of those though.
Sybille whistles low.
Damn, that's sort of impressive.
Well, I mean, the four you know completely are all Romance languages. When you know one of them, it's relatively easy to learn the others. Not that it's easy, but you do have an advantage since they work similarly and you have the same alphabet. But, like, with Mandarin, Japanese kanji and hiragana, Thai, etc. it's a whole new thing.
Okay, yeah. I see your point. Ah, here it is.
The two stop in front of a door with a sign next to it stating that it is room 214. Issac Hoadly is written below the numbers. Shay steps up to the door, peeking inside the window. A grin stretches across his face.
CLOSE ON – ISSAC'S CLASSROOM
Issac is leaning down slightly by one student, his back to the door. The other students have their heads bent down and hands working pencils and pens over a packet.
Issac finishes with the student and stands up. When he turns around, his gaze sweeps past the door briefly before he does a double take and frowns.
BACK TO SHAY AND SYBILLE
Shay steps back enough to open the door and disrupt the class. The students all snap their heads up to stare at him as he walks into the classroom, Sybille biting her lip to hold back her disbelief induced laughter.
Hey, Izzy! I brought you lunch just as promised.
Issac stares in confusion.
You never replied to my text so I made both.
Issac rushes to the front of the room and grabs Shay by the arm. He twists his body to his cats.
Uh, I'm gonna step out for a moment. Billie's in charge, so you can badger her with questions and vain pleas for answers and extra time. No leaving early. Homework is finishing up the lab from last class, come see me tomorrow if you have last minute questions. Uh, see you Wednesday. Or tomorrow. You know what I mean. Bye.
Issac pulls Shay out the door as his class laughs.
Don't forget about your other class after lunch, Mr. Hoadley!
Issac continues down the hall with Shay in tow, not sparing a glance back.
Shut up, Billie!
Are you allowed to talk to students like that?
Issac ignores him and continues to speed walk down the halls. Issac stops in front of a door. The plaque for it reads 'Science Department Supply Room'. He lets go of Shay to sort through a set of keys he pulls from his pocket and unlocks the room, yanking Shay inside behind him, flipping on the lights, and shutting the door. Issac is a little out of breath while Shay is simply amused.
Shay takes a look around, noting all the various science lab paraphernalia; beakers, test tubes, flasks, Bunsen burners, etc.
A bit more dangerous than a janitor's closet, don't you think? Wouldn't want to accidently break something.
Issac shoves Shay against the door, his hand fisting in the collar of Shay's shirt and the vibrations making the door and the glass on the nearby shelves RATTLE. A scowl mars his face.
Okay. Who the fuck are you? How the fuck did you find out who I am? What the fuck are you doing here and-and why the fuck are you grinning, you dick-munching cum-kettle?
Shay bursts out in laughter, startling Issac. Abruptly halting the outburst, Shay drops the plastic bag of food to the side and grabs hold of Issac's wrist with one hand, squeezing harshly so that Issac lets go. He jerks the arm down and twists around Issac so Issac is pressed chest first against the door, his arm twisted up behind him, the wrist still in Shay's grip.
Frost begins to form in Issac's hands. Shay reaches to the inside of his boot and pulls out a small knife, holding it to Issac's neck.
Don't you have a quite the creative potty mouth, snowflake. Dick-munching cum-kettle. Of all the things I've been called, that's certainly a new one. Although your last one, what was it, Cum-bucket chicken nugget? That one definitely takes the cake. I never would have expected someone with a mouth like yours would be a high school chemistry teacher.
Shay twists Issac's hand a bit more, making Issac grimace, a low WHINE of pain escaping past clenched teeth.
And I really wouldn't do that if I were you.
The icy mist disappears. An ice shard from Issac's free hand drops to the floor and quickly begins to melt into an innocuous puddle.
Good boy. Now, are you going to make a fuss or do I have to keep restraining you?
Issac drops his head and slumps in defeat. He grits his teeth.
You can let go.
Yes, I fucking swear on the bloody river Styx and my dead grandmother's grave! Let me go, it fucking hurts, man!
You didn't have to go that far. I was only teasing.
Shay lets go of Issac and steps back to give him space. Issac turns around and rubs his now freed wrist. Shay spins his knife around in his hand. Issac watches it warily.
What do you want from me?
Shay keeps his eyes on his knife, flipping it in the air and catching it by the hilt.
Hm, oh nothing much really. I'm just bored and you seem interesting. Although really, even for a rookie you're quite careless. Soaring Sparrow and that mugger should not have given you as much trouble as they did.
How the hell do you know about that bird shit stain?
Like I said, you're not very good at being discrete. A super's mask is their best and only friend. Even in a dingy little fisherman's boat, you are not safe from curious eyes.
Shay stops throwing the knife and points the blade towards Issac.
You also can't just rely on only your powers. What'cha gonna do if you can't use them? I'm human and I've overpowered you twice now.
Jesus, do you just carry bloody knives everywhere you go?
I like to be prepared.
The DING of the school's PA system sounds above them through one of the speakers in the room. Shay and Issac look up, Shay with a brow raised and Issac with a confused frown.
ANGLE ON – PA SYSTEM SPEAKER
The female speaker's voice is accompanied by static background noise.
Attention all students and faculty. Please head to the gym for a special, and mandatory, assembly. Lunch will extended accordingly. We have a special guest speaker. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity.
BACK TO SHAY AND ISSAC
As the woman repeats the message once more, Shay sighs and shrugs dramatically.
Looks like our lunch date's been pushed back a bit.
Shay looks to the floor, we follow his gaze, to the dropped plastic bag.
Although I am a bit concerned about the state of our sandwiches. Anyway, let's go to this gym and see who your special guest is. I guess I picked the perfect day to come visit you.
Shay picks up the plastic bag and raises a brow at Issac, chuckling as he nudges the other man aside to open the door and lead the way out.
Wait, why did you decide to come today, or at all even?
Shay spins on his heel to face Issac and gives him a shit-eating grin and a lopsided shrug.
I was bored. Now come on, I'm actually curious about this assembly.
Issac frowns and scratches his head before grumbling through a sigh and grabbing Shay's arm and directing him down the correct way to the gym.
INT. BPHS AUDITORIUM – DAY (CONTINUOUS)
We PAN across the large room that's gradually being filled. CHATTERING students settle in the seats of the auditorium and teachers line up against the walls as a teacher and few students finish setting up the stage. We SLOW and PAUSE before ZOOMING to focus on the main entrance Shay and Issac appear from. Shay follows Issac to the front, by the stage, to lean against the wall. THREE WOMEN, middle-aged between mid- and late-forties, Issac's coworkers, join them.
Issac curses under his breath before a beaming grin places itself on his face.
Brie, Paula, Mary, hey.
Shay raises a brow but pastes on a smile himself as the three women eyed him from head to toe.
Hey, Issac. Who's your friend?
The other two women nod in agreement.
Oh, uh. This is...
Shay slings his arm around Issac's neck and tugs the other man close so their sides are flush together.
Shay Sinclair, Izzy's best friend at your service, ladies.
The three women laugh. Issac shoots Shay a glare which the taller man responds to by ruffling Issac's hair. Issac growls and fails in his attempt to swat Shay's meddling hands away.
Where has 'Izzy' been hiding you?
I swear to god, I will hurt anyone who calls me Izzy again.
Well, anyone but me, right?
Issac turns his head to glare at Shay.
Brie, Paula, and Mary giggle, getting Issac's attention again. Shay uses the opportunity to ruffle Issac's hair again and kiss the side of his head, inciting cooing from the women.
Aww, so your 'best friend' is the reason Noelle's never gotten a date from you?
Shay and Issac speak at the same time.
Issac is ignored. Mary POINTS towards a woman at the front of the auditorium stage. She's petit and dressed a bit like a hippie.
She's one of the PE teachers. Issac and her are the youngest in the staff and she's been trying to get Issac to take her out on a date since Issac started teaching here.
Shay pouts exaggeratedly and hangs off of Issac like a sloth, rubbing his cheek against Issac's.
How come I've never heard of this?
CLOSE ON – ISSAC AND SHAY
Issac's reply is a mutter so low, only Shay hears.
Because I don't even fucking know who you are.
BACK TO SCENE
Issac rolls his eyes and speaks clearer.
It's nothing. Not that it's any of your business anyway.
The three women slap Issac's arms. He YELPS in protest.
If you're this cold to him, you won't have a boyfriend for much longer, Issac.
Brie nods in agreement.
That's right. And we won't have a couple to coo over.
Shay's grinning, openly amused.
Yeah, Izzy. Niceness isn't exclusive to behind closed doors.
The women GIGGLE and TEASE Issac, who SPLUTTERS and wrestles himself out of Shay's hold. The lights DIM and the school principle, a stout man with very little hair atop his head, CALLS for silence and attention.
Issac sighs in relief and elbows Shay.
The main lights DIM while a STAGELIGHT centers on the principle. He TAPS on the microphone, inciting a horrible SCREECHING noise.
Sorry about that. Anyway, good afternoon students and staff. I apologize for cutting into your lunch break with this impromptu assembly. I'll be extending lunch-
Students CHEER loudly before gradually quieting down as the principle continues.
-so don't worry about that. However, I think lunch will be forgotten once you all see just who our special presenter is.
WHISPERS erupt from the crowd. Shay leans against Issac.
Issac shakes his head.
Haven't heard a thing about this.
All I heard was that it's been kept on the down low.
On the stage, the principle steps to the side and looks to the edge of the stage, out of sight.
Ladies and gentlemen, may I present you with a member of the Court of Heroes itself, Lady Lark!
LADY LARK, 35 a major hero with the ability to sprout wings capable of flight, walks on the stage to APPLAUSE, CHEERS, and general excited cacophony. There are a few who BOO. Issac tenses. Shay quirks a brow.
Afternoon, BPHS. First, I'd like to thank you all for allowing me to speak to our world's future.
Shay snorts behind a hand he raises to his mouth. His sentiment is shared by a couple daring students who are less discrete.
ANGLE ON – LARK
Lark leaves the podium with to walk along the stage, her voice LOUD and prominent.
I am here on the behalf of General Lance, who, as you all know is the head of the Court of Heroes, an organization of superhumans that strives to protect all citizens of our beloved earth.
BACK TO SHAY
Shay mutters under his breath while Lark continues. Lark's voice FADES to background noise.
Did the General write this pretty little speech? You're speaking to jaded high schoolers, idiot.
Issac looks up to Shay, frowning. He whispers.
What're you mumbling about?
Shay smiles down at Issac and ruffles his hair somewhat roughly.
Don't worry your cute little head, snowflake.
Issac scowls and slaps Shay's hand away.
BACK TO LARK
...the Court of Heroes combats those supers who misuse their abilities, giving a bad name to all superhumans. Nero, Kaiser, Wyvern...
Lark grits her teeth at the last name but quickly recovers her composure.
These superhumans are just a few examples. We are doing our best to limit their activities but it seems that more and more villains emerge and superhumans as a whole are infected by these outliers. If you've been keeping an eye on the news, sometimes you will hear about certain... groups, with growing resentment. These group aim at the current youths, your generation, by using your desire for a better world and twisting the facts, demonizing all superhumans with the information of the notoriously evil ones.
and this is where I left off, whoops.
A/N: Sooo yeah. I dunno if there's interest in it turning into a novella. I know I've got the Strictlys and No Homo and A Hand to Hold buuuuuut I'm bad at focusing on just one thing. And AHtH is refusing to work with me so idk what the hell to do about that. But yeah. So. Tell me thoughts.