ABNORMAL MINERVA

Episode #1.01

"Milkweed's Finest"

Written by

E. Anderson

TEASER

FADE IN:

INT. SITTING ROOM - UNKNOWN

The place is eerie but, lovely decorated - Italian Renaissance-themed. Detailed interior designing eloquent of the era. Perfectly carved pieces of furniture and décor - including mirrors, lit candles and Florentine frescoes on the wall.

In front of us, is a MAN seated on an armchair - we only see the back of it. So how can we tell it's a man? Well, it's due to the sight of the hairy knuckles placed on the armrest, then again he could be a woman... if so, then... YIKES!

We slowly approach him. Abruptly, we stop moving as a voice with a thick Italian accent starts to speak.

DISEMBODIED VOICE (O.S)

Saluti! You've finally made it! Congratulations you will be the first of many, to hear this outstanding tale about adventure, betrayal, love, and revelations.


Who is speaking? Could it be the man (at least that's what we think he is) sitting on the chair? We can't tell! And also, where the hell are we? Whose house is this? And why are there candles lit if there are functional lamps all over the room?!

DISEMBODIED VOICE (O.S) (CONT'D)

Now come closer I want to show you something.

Okay, looks like this guy isn't telling us his name anytime soon so let's just slap the name NARRATOR onto him.

NARRATOR (O.S.) (CONT'D)

What I'm about to show you may seem a bit bizarre and plain abnormal... so try your best to stay on the same page with me and please! Don't even think about leaving! Ready? Good! Lascia mossa!


Out of nowhere, a BOOK appears in the hand. On the hardcover of the book is a weird ALCHEMICAL-like symbol. As the hand opens it, we move in closer to get a better look.

NOW DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT BLINKING! The hand proceeds onto flipping through the book's pages. In about seven seconds passes by masterfully detailed sketches of creepy alchemical symbols, destructive weapons, armor and... contraptions unlike anything of this mortal realm.

The flipping stops and we find ourselves starring onto the pencil portrait of a massive BATTLEFIELD. A full-blowout war. Not the simple apish ones fought with puny, dumb, fatuous humans... this is a mystic one. Fought by enlightened, transcendent beings —- they're humanoids, with skin like wood, equipped with the strange weaponry and armor from the previous sketches. Some of them have wide eyes others have thin ones. Some of them have robust male frames while others a slender, feminine frame.

The way some of them are using the weapons is just straight up bizarre. Some are using them to emit lasers, others are using them to fly...

NARRATOR (O.S.) (CONT'D)

What are these beings? I'd tell you immediately but the only way to do so that your brain would process the information without rejecting it is if it is told throughout an epic tale! This... anarchy. It is all my fault. I started all of this. I brought this maelstrom onto the world and to think I did it all to help out mankind, instead, I ended up bringing man closer to his extinction. That is why I cannot tell you my name. I don't deserve forgiveness, not from a fellow mortal being, nor God. If people found out I was still alive I'd be dead before I even get the chance to explain myself. If only I-I could... oh sorry!


The hand closes the book.

NARRATOR (CONT'D)

I've been rambling for a while. You're a busy person! You took time out of your day to hear this! Well then...

BLACKOUT.

OVER BLACK:

NARRATOR (CONT'D)

Here we -!

Another voice emerges:

ARROGANT MAN (O.S.)

Oh my God, dude! How long have you been talking?! Get along with the story already!

NARRATOR (O.S.)

What?! You can't be here! This is a space only for narrators!

OLDER FLYNN (O.S.)

Bitch! I do what I want! I'm like an unwanted erection. Trying to get rid of me just makes things worse.

NARRATOR (O.S.)

Ugh, so vulgar.

ARROGANT MAN (O.S.)

Yeah, yeah, now step aside. I'll show you how it's done.

NARRATOR (O.S.)

What? No! This is my gig!

We hear a struggle and continuous scuffling. Loud grunts and punching noises and then, THUD! There's silence.

Somebody coughs.

ARROGANT MAN (O.S.)

Whoops...

(then)

Welp, there goes 3 minutes of your life that you are never getting back.

FADE IN:

SUPER: BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS

EXT. KELLBEE PREPARATORY SCHOOL - FRONT ENTRANCE - DAY

A massive, sumptuous building.

In front, right at the schoolyards are a flock of obnoxious students (ranging from 15-17) prancing around in their just as obnoxious as their uniforms.

ARROGANT MAN (V.O.) (CONT'D)

It was the 14th of March. 27 years ago.

We scan through the crowd of preps to look for something that doesn't belong. We find our ugly duckling right in the center - uniform-less and clad in baggy, worn-out clothes. Decades-old filthy sneakers (that probably stink too). A brown leather backpack like what an adventurer would carry. The kid has a hood over his head, shielding most of his face. Oh, and he is carrying a SHOPPING CART over his head. Nonchalantly moving up to the front steps as the students gape at him in confusion.

He makes it to the steps and climbs up. Some students start to scowl at him and so follows murmurs amongst them. The kid just smirks devilishly. Too absorbed in his brilliant scheme to think about anything else really.

When he reaches the top of steps, he immediately puts the shopping cart down and lowers his hood: FLYNN KENT (15, eternal bedhead, a prodigy in the art of the asshole, consistently wears backpack): the Minerva hunter. Flynn grabs onto the handles of the shopping cart and lifts his foot up...

INT. MAIN HALLWAY – DAY

Flynn BURSTS through the front doors startling students who start to scowl immediately.

FLYNN

Good morning, ass-sniffers!

He pushes the cart forward as he steps inside, immediately after –- a PREFECT (huge and imposing) appears in front of the cart and it bumps into him, losing the little momentum it was building up. Flynn looks up at the prefect –- who now has a somewhat disappointed look on his face.

PREFECT #1

(pitying)

... What was the plan?

Flynn looks back at him vacantly and then lowers his head in shame.

FLYNN

(beat)

I was going to ride it down the hall... it was going to look really cool.

Two other prefects appear and each of them standing one side of their colleague.

PREFECT #1

We're going to have to take you to the headmaster's office.

FLYNN

Yeah sure, of course. But can you lemme do the thing first? Since I'm already in trouble you might as well lemme finish what I wanted to do.

PREFECT #2

What? No!

FLYNN

What do you mean "no"?! You already caught me! At least let me enjoy the thrill of actually doing what I'm going to be in trouble for! I planned this, man! I stood up all night for this! I put way too much effort into this to not do it! Lemme finish my crime and then judge me for it! That would be the right thing to do.

PREFECT #3

What kind of half-assed logic is that?! Should police let a murderer finish off his victim before he is taken to court?


Just when Flynn is about to respond, he suddenly stops. Carefully collects his thoughts and then says:

FLYNN

Okay, that was a good point. I must look really dumb now.

PERFECT #1

Yeah, now you do.

PREFECT #2

The bottom line is, you're not going to ride this cart.

Flynn eyeballs them vacantly. After a short beat, he quickly stuffs his hand into his pocket and...

FLYNN

(launches sand onto perfect #1)

SURPRISE ATTACK!

PERFECT #1

(covering eyes)

Ahh! What the hell is wrong with you!?


Flynn grabs onto the handle of the cart and steers it away from them. Flynn starts sprinting forward with it and then one of the prefects grabs him by the hood from behind and pulls him back. Flynn gets shoved onto the floor, as he tries to fight back the perfect lunges onto the top of him. Flynn still doesn't back down and starts punching and kicking. The other two join in as well to keep him down. As the scuffle continues, more perfects show up and jump into the fray.

Students stare in horror while a janitor from afar watches the scene indifferently.

JANITOR

Looks like Flynn Kent is at it again.

OLDER FLYNN (V.O.)

Yep, that dumb kid is me.

THE BEGINNING OF A BOLD ADVENTURE!

BLACKOUT.

END OF TEASER


ACT ONE

INT. HEADMASTER'S OFFICE - DAY

In a nice, tidy and sophisticated space. The tension in the air is at an all-time high. It's palpable as the headmaster (late 40's, what you'd expect a headmaster to look like) scowls into the soul of a smirking, nonchalant Flynn from behind his desk.

OLDER FLYNN (V.O.)

So after my brilliant but, admittedly dumb stunt. I was brought to the headmaster's office. Where I waited patiently and respectfully for my punishment.

FLYNN

(without a care in the world)

Got any gum?

The headmaster's scowl sharpens. Flynn remains undaunted.

OLDER FLYNN (V.O.)

Okay, maybe not too respectful.


A MAN (early 40's, fit and strapping, suit and tie) pokes his head into the room, looks around and when his eyes land on the headmaster. They both stare back at each other quietly. And then, the man looks over to Flynn. He waves back at him happily. The man shoots a scowl at him and opens the door fully.

By the way, his name is - FLETCHER KENT: In the need of intense anger management classes... or maybe Jesus. Flynn's father.

Fletcher falters further into the room and quickly becomes aware of the situation (this isn't the first time this has happened it's written all over his face), he stops and looks up to the ceiling as he says in a wobbly voice:

FLETCHER

Why? Why did he have to be my son? Why couldn't he be the son of someone who fits more his style? Like Hitler? Or Stalin? Or maybe even Satan?


Fletcher approaches the seat next to Flynn.

FLYNN

Hello father!

FLETCHER

(under breath; sitting down)

Why didn't I leave you at the fire station? I had so many opportunities...

HEADMASTER

(interlocks fingers)

Mr. Kent. I believe that there is no need for me to explain how much we value behavior above academic feats here in this institution.

FLETCHER

Yeah, I understand. Look -

HEADMASTER

Do you understand that your son excels in neither of those aspects?

FLETCHER

What?

HEADMASTER

He never participates in any group projects nor turns in any homework. He failed most of his quizzes. And it's not just the teachers but the students have been complaining as well. He has no respect for neither his superiors nor fellow students. The... practical jokes he has pulled on both school staff and students are becoming increasingly bothersome. Just last week, he broke into the girl's locker room and spray painted some... inappropriate illustrations on the walls.


Fletcher gives Flynn a confused look.

FLETCHER

What the hell is wrong with you!?

FLYNN

(to headmaster; chuckling)

You don't know that was me. You have no way to prove it.

HEADMASTER

No, we don't. But we know it was you. You've been studying here for just a few months and I have reason to believe that you've caused more trouble for us than the entire school body combined. This no time for smirking nor chuckling, young man. You need to take this seriously.

FLYNN

(dead serious)

Okay, I'll think about it...

(drops act)

Done! Yeah, I can't take this seriously.

Flynn continues chuckling. The headmaster steals a glance at Fletcher.

HEADMASTER

Excuse me for what I'm about to say to your son, Mr. Kent.

FLETCHER

No, I don't mind, go for it.

HEADMASTER

I can't believe I'm going to say this to a child... Flynn Kent, you are possibly the worst human being I've ever laid my eyes on in my entire life. I've might convicts with more integrity.

(adds)

So, I am curious. What do you think you'll be able to achieve with this persona of yours? What do you want to be when you grow up -?

FLYNN

(casual)

A treasure hunter.

The headmaster takes a beat while staring vacantly at Flynn. He blinks twice then rubs his eyes.

HEADMASTER

A treasure hunter?

FLYNN

Yeah. That's T-R-E-A -

HEADMASTER

I know how to spell it. It's just bizarre. Don't you mean "archaeologist"?

FLYNN

Yes, but to be more specific I'll embark on dangerous-ass expeditions, obtain magical artifacts, fighting thugs, kissing hot girls and ultimately save the world on a daily occasion. Or weekly. Gotta think realistic, y'know.

HEADMASTER

So... like India -?

FLYNN

Yes! Like Indiana Jones!

(to self; in soft voice)

I love you, Indy.

Flynn kisses the strap of his backpack.

HEADMASTER (CONT'D)

Wow. Giving that you are supposed to be graduating three years from now. That's concerning.

(to Fletcher)

Please don't tell me you're actually going to let your son pursue this fictional dream.

FLETCHER

I've always tried to show him a better goal but it never worked. Ever since he was 4-years-old he always wanted to be a treasure hunter, before it was cute, now it's just stupid. It's not my fault he's an idiot.

FLYNN

If I was an idiot, then it would be your fault, you old-timer! You contributed to my birth, remember? Which you should be honored, by the way. Geez! Are you that old?!

FLETCHER

Hey! Want to feel the joy of having a foot up your ass?!

HEADMASTER

Mr. Kent! Childish threats are not the right option here. You need to stand your grounds. Despite how generous the Kent family has been with their donations, we may be facing expulsion.

FLETCHER

No! Please don't expel him! Please! Flynn will apologize for his behavior, okay!?

FLYNN

No, I won't!

FLETCHER

FLYNN!

Just when Fletcher is about to bust his face open. The headmaster mutters:

HEADMASTER

Maybe the reason for Flynn's ratchet engagements is a result of your constant yelling.


Fletcher stops and slowly turns his head over to the headmaster. Shooting him with a death glare. The headmaster's eyes widen in horror.

FLETCHER

What did you say?

The headmaster makes a loud gulp and starts shaking while he stares back at Fletcher.

INT. KENT MANOR – ENTRYWAY – DAY

We stare at a gleeful family frame on top of a table. Everyone is gussied up and dressed classily. Fletcher and a WOMAN (stunning, early '40s, looks remarkably a lot like Flynn) in arms and seated in front of them are two boys: Flynn and a YOUNG MAN (19, good-looking and personable).

Then, we start to hear muttering and grunting from a distance.

FLYNN (O.S.)

Hey, old-timer this is child abuse!

FLETCHER (O.S.)

Not unless the child deserves it.

Flynn and Fletcher's silhouettes pass by the photo.

FLYNN

Watch it, old-timer! If I exercise my rights you'll be in big trouble!

FLETCHER

DO YOU EVER SHUT UP!?

INT. KENT MANOR - LIVING ROOM – DAY

A captivating living room. Gracious and sumptuous. One that definitely belongs to a wealthy family.

On the couch sits the woman from the photo - KRISTINA KENT: Calm and maybe a little too passive. She has her legs crossed and is peacefully reading a book.

Fletcher storms into the room grabbing onto Flynn's nape and then HURLS him towards the couch, he lands perfectly right next to his mother -– startling her.

Kristina quickly regains her composure and pores over to Fletcher.

KRISTINA

What is going on?

FLETCHER

Honey! We need to talk!

(beat)

The school is thinking about holding an expulsion hearing. We spoiled the damn kid he needs discipline! He needs military school!

FLYNN

WHAT!?

Kristina lets out a sigh and inserts a bookmark. Getting ready to play referee... for the thousandth time.

FLYNN (CONT'D)

"Spoiled"?! I'm spoiled?! We're loaded! And I don't even own a phone!

KRISTINA

That is true. Flynn isn't influenced by our wealth.


Fletcher shoots Kristina a look that screams: "WHY THE HECK ARE YOU DEFENDING HIM?!

FLYNN

(simple)

Look, I don't ask for much. In fact, I don't ask for anything else either than... being enrolled in a normal school. A public school.

FLETCHER

Oh, God. Not this crap again.

FLYNN

Prep and private schools are full of obnoxious idiots that brag about how amazing their lives are and all that crap... not to mention that they are too dang formal! I'm miserable there! I hate going to them!

FLETCHER

Let me get this straight. You don't like prep schools because the people there are obnoxious? Aren't you obnoxious? Guess we'll add hypocrite to that list.

KRISTINA

Fletcher, don't you think there's something we're doing wrong? We should listen to him for once.

FLYNN

Exactly! Besides you helped the expulsion happen, you punched the headmaster in the face.

KRISTINA

(drastic mood shift)

What? You hit someone again?!

Kristina reveals her scowl and it's terrifying. Fletcher raises his defenses.

FLETCHER

(nervous)

Honeyyy, I get it. I'm not exactly the person who should be getting into fights with my condition.

Fletcher cautiously moves up close to Kristina.

FLETCHER (CONT'D)

But, Flynn is out of control. We should really consider this military school plan. Just let me get the laptop and set up the PowerPoint presentation I have prepared.

KRISTINA

(gets up)

Fletcher, let's listen to the boy.

FLYNN

(gets up; to Fletcher)

Yes! This is why I love mom, she gets me. Unlike you.

KRISTINA

Flynn!

FLYNN

Sorry but, we were going to move out of the state in a couple of days anyway.

Kristina starts scowling at Flynn.

FLYNN (CONT'D)

(rapid fire)

Buuuut, it was a serious offense, I know and I'm sorry and it won't happen again.

(then)

If I go to a public school in Milkweed Valley, no more screwing around, I promise.

FLETCHER

Seriously, what is so special about public school?

FLYNN

I'll find adventure there.

Fletcher stares vacantly then sighs and rubs his forehead.

FLETCHER

Why can't you be more like FJ?

Flynn's face darkens immediately.

KRISTINA

Fletcher.

FLETCHER

You know what? I think I am going to give him a call, right now. He probably has a lot to tell me about attending Harvard.


Fletcher whiffs out his cell and exits the room. Flynn plops back onto the couch - completely devastated like a pop idol realizing she doesn't matter anymore. Kristina sits down next to him and wraps her arm around him, giving him a warm smile.

KRISTINA

Don't take it to heart. You know how your dad is when he gets angry. He didn't mean it.

FLYNN

(simple)

Be honest, Mom. Do you think I should be more like Fletcher?

KRISTINA

(comforting)

Of course not. FJ is a very special person and so are you, it's just that FJ found a way to make his hidden qualities visible to other people and you have these qualities too, your qualities aren't as easily understood by other people. That's why you have to find a way to make people see and understand these hidden qualities you possess and I know you will, Flynnie.

(adds)

Improvements to your attitude wouldn't hurt.

Flynn looks back at Kristina.

FLYNN

I will, Mom. I promise.

And then, Fletcher slinks back into the room. He extends the cell to Flynn.

FLETCHER

(to Flynn)

For some reason, my favorite son wants to talk to you.


Flynn ignores the childish, cheap jab at him and freezes in place while Kristina starts scowling at Fletcher again. Flynn gets lost in deep thought.

Flynn snaps back to reality as Krisinta puts her hand over his shoulder, looks him dead in the eye and says:

KRISTINA

Flynnie, you should talk to him.

FLYNN

(beat)

But... but... okay.

Flynn takes the cell and treads over to the furthest corner of the room.

He places the cell over his ear and they start talking. We can't hear a single word that FJ is saying on the other line. Flynn just gradually widens his eyes while nodding and saying: "Uh-huh" over and over.

We skip over some bits and then, Flynn hangs up. He shuffles back to his parents with a serious look on his face.


FLYNN (CONT'D)

I have a suggestion for where I'd like to go to school in Milkweed.

SUPER: MILKWEED VALLEY, WASHINGTON

EXT. STREETS OF MILKWEED VALLEY – NEXT DAY

A BLACK LUXURIOUS SUV - Fletcher's car, drives down the simple sights of the city that seems to always look like it's in the autumn season. Above all else, it emanates a cool aura, free of disorder. Although something shatters the calm illusion of the town, a tumbledown MISSING FLYER of a frowning BOY (glasses and a colorful beanie over his head) taped to a street lamppost - MILLER JAMES: outcast, tragic artist. The flyer is in really bad condition.

Either they already found him and forgot to remove it or people just stopped looking because they stopped caring.

INT. FLETCHER'S CAR – MOVING - DAY

SILENCE. Fletcher is behind the wheel and Flynn sits by his side in the passenger seat staring mindlessly out the window. Somehow the two managed to stay alone together in a car without getting into a fight!

FLETCHER

You ready for your first day of school?

FLYNN

Of course, I am. I'm Flynn freaking Kent.

FLETCHER

Yeah, I know what your name is. Look just stay alert okay? Regarding what the reviews about the school say, you could meet some jerks. Some who might be even bigger jerks than you.

FLYNN

We both know that's impossible.

FLETCHER

I'm just saying when they discover we are wealthy and that you've only been to prep schools, it could cause problems. It could attract a lot of fake people. Everybody at school could think that you're a snob, so please, don't act like one.

FLYNN

Stop worrying, old-timer, everything will be fine. You did your part and now it's my turn to do mine.

(beat)

I'll be living my dream in no time.

Fletcher glances at Flynn, watching him smile wide.

FLETCHER

So you're serious about finding that, huh? Kiddo, it doesn't exist. Drop it before you end up in an asylum like most of those lunatics out there.

FLYNN

You're just like the rest of the world but you'll see. They'll all see... everybody will.

Then we arrive at:

EXT. ROCKLEWICK HIGH SCHOOL - DAY

Fletcher stops in front of the standard school.

INT. FLETCHER'S CAR - DAY

They both look out the window then, back at each other.

FLETCHER

There it is, Rocklewick Junior/Senior high school. Flynn, everybody just got back from spring break, so you got to find advantages to catch up on the studies.


Fletcher shoots another one of his death glares at Flynn. He actually gets daunted.

FLYNN

Jesus, how come everyone in this family knows how to do the death glare but me?

FLETCHER

Listen. Your mother is not here. I am allowed to threaten you in any way I wish. If the principal calls me even just once, because you got into a fight or something, I am going to sell you to a pimp.

FLYNN

That's a joke, right?

Fletcher dodges the question. Making Flynn panic.

FLETCHER

If you get bad grades, anything lower than a C+, I'm going to make sure you get your ass grounded and oh... if you get expelled...


Fletcher chuckles a little, insidiously.

FLETCHER (CONT'D)

I don't care what your mother says, you're going to military school. Period. Understood?


Flynn nods slowly and opens the car door.

EXT. ROCKLEWICK HIGH SCHOOL - DAY

Out of the car and into uncharted territory. Flynn takes a whiff of the air and a good hard look at his new school and fellow students, a new chapter begins as he heads inside.

EXT. STREET – DAY

Fletcher drives off. Passing by a 1977 CHEVROLET CAMARO. Parked not too far away from the school.

INT. 1977 CHEVROLET CAMARO – DAY

A MAN (Japanese, early '30s, wearing all black leather and dark shades in warm, broad daylight like a moron) sits behind the wheel with his seat reclined back.

His name - COLE NAKAHURA: World's best henchman and proud of it.

Cole slowly raises his seat and keeps his eyes directed out the window, with a clear view of the school and most importantly - Flynn. He reaches for the glove department and pulls out a YELLOW FOLDER. He opens and inside is...

DOCUMENTS: BIRTH CERTIFICATE, MEDICAL HISTORY, AND PHOTOGRAPHS OF FLYNN KENT. WHAT IS GOING ON? Cole examines the documents and pores over back to Flynn.

COLE

Okay, it's definitely him.

Cole whips out his cell from his jacket. Dials for someone and then places it on his ear.

INTERCUT BETWEEN COLE AND THE YOUNG MAN

INT. APARTMENT – DAY

From behind, we see a well-dressed YOUNG MAN sitting on a wooden stool facing a wall cluttered with newspaper clippings, sketches of creepy symbols, photos of places and maps. We avoid showing his face. He picks up.

PROPER YOUNG MAN

Speak.

COLE

Flynn Kent has arrived. That means day-1 begins, right?

PROPER YOUNG MAN

Flynnie is here. I haven't seen him in a while. Good. This is very good. The beginning of a great plan is almost as scrumptious as the ending. Remain in your position, don't engage, no matter what! Just stay in stakeout mode.

(hangs up; chuckling)

Let the games begin!

FJ stands up and puts his hands on hips.

BLACKOUT.

END OF ACT ONE


ACT TWO

INT. ROCKLEWICK HIGH SCHOOL - MAIN HALLWAY - DAY

Shots of what teenagers do before class. Some are chatting. Some are making out near lockers. Some are gruesomely fighting and doing other heinous things to each other. You know, normal teenager stuff.

Flynn punctiliously walks down the hallway. Doing a quick inspection of his new school. Suddenly he stops, continuous his inspection and then he raises his hands into the air, shouting out:

FLYNN

FLYNN KENT HAS ARRIVED! HELLO MY PEEPS OF ROCKLEWICK!


Everybody stops and gawks at Flynn as he freezes with a scrunched up look and a crooked smile on his face. An awkward silence fills the air. Flynn anxiously waits for someone to say something, anything. Even just a grunt or a cough would do him wonders right now.

Everybody carries on in an instant. Flynn panics a bit. He lowers his arms and clears his throat.

FLYNN (CONT'D)

(raises hands into air)

I SAIIIID -

RANDOM GUY (O.S.)

SHUT THE FUDGE UP I'M FOCUSING ON PORN HERE!

Flynn lowers his arms and becomes dejected.

OLDER FLYNN (V.O.)

Since this is a nice story we'll refrain from using... eccentric language.

Two BULKY guys bump into Flynn from behind.

BULKY GUY

MOVE!

Flynn plops onto the floor. Dazed by the hostile environment.

INT. HALLWAY – DAY

Flynn approaches a group of guys having a conversation. He rudely interrupts.

FLYNN

Hey, I'm Flynn.

GUY #1

Okay, and...?

FLYNN

Um, I was thinking that we could be friends even though I'm most likely cooler and better looking than all of you.

GUY #2

SO I DID BECOME UGLIER THIS YEAR! I KNEW IT!

Flynn's contorts in confusion as the distressed guy rushes up to him, grabs tightly onto his shirt and starts blubbering in agony for some reason.

GUY #2

THAT'S WHY SAMANTHA LEFT ME, ISN'T IT!? BECAUSE I'M UGLY! I ALWAYS HAVE BEEN! THANK YOU FOR TELLING ME THE TRUTH! THANK YOU!


One of the other guys wraps his arms around the estranged one from behind and drags him away as his cries get even more hysteric. The rest of the group follows as one stays behind stares woefully at Flynn.

GUY #1

Thanks a lot, dude. He was just getting back to normal.

FLYNN

But I don't even know -

GUY #1

(pressing finger onto Flynn's lips)

Shhh! Just don't... just hush.


The guy shuffles away from Flynn without turning around while shaking his head and repeating: "hush" over and over. After that confusing encounter, we go to:

INT. ANOTHER HALLWAY - DAY

Flynn approaches high school sweethearts, making out while they sit on the bench.

FLYNN

Hey, guys!

(takes a seat)

You know, I don't really mind being the third wheel so, let's be best friends! Hey, dude can I make out with your girlfriend when you're done?


They stop kissing and the boyfriend gives him a mean look and then, spits right into his face.

BOYFRIEND

(pissed)

Go.

FLYNN

It was jo -

The girlfriend spits into his face too.

BOYFRIEND

Now.

Flynn sadly wipes his face and leaves.

INT. ANOTHER HALLWAY - DAY

Now Flynn approaches some nerds gathered around paying with training cards on the floor.

FLYNN

Hey -!

NERD

Beat it loser! You are not cool enough to hang out with us!

FLYNN

Well, that's depressing.


Flynn moves away from them and stops when he spots a gang of cheerleaders nearby some lockers. Flynn smirks and takes one step forward. Once again, he stops, realizing the huge mistake he is about to make and walks away avoiding further embarrassment.

INT. YET ANOTHER HALLWAY - DAY

Flynn slogs to his locker, takes out some books and hurls his backpack into it. He proceeds onto walking to his classroom and then, appears speeding in his direction, a GIRL (15, exotic, praiseworthy, grandma sweater advocate) - AMANDA DEMPSEY: Super feminist!

Amanda holds her books tight to her chest and then bumps into Flynn. Her books fall to the floor. She quickly crouches to pick them up. Flynn just stands there with a weird grin on his face.

FLYNN

(under breath)

Ah. Classic boy meets girl moment.

Amanda stops for a bit and looks up at him.

AMANDA

What?

FLYNN

Uh! I said... hey, like, watch where you're going, what are you Asian?

Flynn starts to laugh hard, but not even a giggle comes from Amanda.

AMANDA

Was that supposed to be funny?

Flynn's face goes blank.

FLYNN

(beat)

Okay... um, sorry about that. Do you need help with your books? I'm Flynn Kent by the way.

AMANDA

I don't need help, especially from a spoiled rich guy and by the way, I didn't ask for your name.

FLYNN

Damn, woman!

(crouches down)

Just let me help.

Flynn grabs a book, Amanda slaps it away from his hand. Flynn gives Amanda a look, while she scowls back.

AMANDA

I'm getting the feeling that you're compelled to help me with my books just because I'm a girl and you're a guy. Newsflash, Flynn. Chivalry is dead and pathetic. I can pick up my own books.

FLYNN

Okay. Wait, how did you know I was loaded?

AMANDA

I'm a fan of your mother's books. Now excuse me, I'm late for Chemistry.


She recovers her books and holds them tight like before as she gets up. Flynn gets up as well. As Amanda rushes off. Flynn convinces himself to not leave things just like that so he stretches his arm back and grabs.

FLYNN

Wait!

But Flynn doesn't grab her shoulder... he grabs her hair instead and since she was walking -– she gets PULLED back. Flynn panics as soon as he realizes what he has just done.

FLYNN

(let's go)

Shi -

AMANDA

(whips back to Flynn)

WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!? TREATING LIKE I'M YOUR SEX SLAVE!

Flynn's eyes widen.

FLYNN

What the hell are you talking about?


A guy passes by and notices the situation. He observes and obtains the following conclusion:

GUY #3

Oh, my god! I think they're about to fight!

Students gather to watch.

AMANDA

Great! See what you did? You're causing a big scene!

FLYNN

I'm causing a big scene?

AMANDA

You pulled my hair, tough guy!

FLYNN

It was an accident. All I wanted to do was help you pick up your books and I didn't want you rushing out of here thinking that I was some kind of a jerk. Look, I wanted to help you because I felt like it! It has nothing to do with men being stronger than women. There's no need to be a feminist about it.

The scene intensifies, more students show up.

AMANDA

(rapid fire)

Oh, I get it I should just stop supporting everything I believe in, just because you say so! All women are crazy, right?!

FLYNN

Stop putting words in my mouth, woman! All I wanted to do was help you with your books, nothing else!

GUY #3

Oh this is definitely going to be a fight. FIIIIIIIIIIGHT!

In a matter of seconds, all of the students start to chant: "FIGHT!"

Flynn stares back at them, disappointed.

FLYNN

I hate teenagers.

AMANDA

Let me guess. Just because I'm a girl, you won't even try to hit me.

FLYNN

Of course, I'm not going to hit a girl! I was raised better than that! Besides I promised my parents I wouldn't get into any trouble. So I'm out.

Flynn walks away with the pride he has got left until...

AMANDA

You're just scared that you're going to get a beating from a lady.

FLYNN

I'm not listening...

One guy steps in front of Flynn, stopping him from going any further. He gives him a stern look.

GUY #4

Dude, she literally questioned your masculinity! Take her down!

GUY #5

(motivating)

Yeah, bro, she will deserve it! Don't worry, if you hit her we will all respect you for it. You should go for it man, okay?

FLYNN

Really?

GUY #4

Yeah, man! Taker her down! You have to do it.

EVERYBODY

TAKE HER DOWN! TAKE HER DOWN! TAKE HER DOWN!


The motivational chanting causes a twinkle to shine in Flynn's eye. He turns back to Amanda.

AMANDA

(crosses arms)

Coward.

Flynn snarls at her. He really wants to do it. He treads towards her until they are face-to-face. They snarl back at each other up close. He clenches his fist, Amanda steals a glance at it and snickers.

Flynn raises his fist.

GIRL #1

Wait! You're actually going to do it!?

The crowd gasps and then goes silent. Flynn looks back at them in confusion.

GUY #4

What the H man?! She's a girl!

FLYNN

B-But, but, but you said that it's okay and you'll respect me for -

GUY #4

For what? Hitting a girl? What's wrong with you?! Bro, she's a girl, period. Never hit a girl. Ever. Especially when it comes to Amanda.


A couple of students rush to Amanda's aid and push Flynn away. One of the girls scowl at her.

GIRL #2

Buzz off, jerk. Congrats, you made the whole school your enemy.


Flynn furrows his brows and then - BAM! A textbook RAMS into his face. Followed by a storm of textbooks that come his way and hit him from every direction.

Flynn tries to flee but the girls won't let him. A couple of them appear in front of him, barricading his way out. Just when all hope seems to be lost...

GUY WITH DEEP VOICE (O.S.)

NOOOOOOOO!

One of the girls turns in the direction where the blasting voice came from and her eyes widen in horror.

GIRL #2

Oh no! It's that hulking freak!

A GUY (15, buzz cut, tall and well-built for his age) appears from down the hall, screaming and running. Everybody jumps out of his way, allowing him to reach his target -– Flynn!

FLYNN

Oh, man, is he after me?!

The GUY lifts Flynn up, putting him over his shoulder and continue speeding down the hall. Flynn starts screaming.

GUY #4

Oh no! He's going to get eaten!

FLYNN

WHAT!?

BOY WITH DEEP VOICE (O.S.)

Calm down, little dude! I'm saving your life!

AMANDA

(waves mockingly)

Good riddance, Flynn!

Flynn stops screaming and glares at Amanda. She's made the list. The hulky guy is named - SKANDER BRADLEY: Hard on the outside. Soft in the inside. Skander takes a left.

INT. JANITOR'S CLOSET - DAY

Skander turns on the lights, puts Flynn down and tries to calm him down with the deep but relaxing, stuttering, surfer-like tone that is his voice.

SKANDER

Y-You're safe now, little dude.

FLYNN

(catching breath)

"Safe"? From what?!

SKANDER

(dead serious)

Eternal Darkness.

Flynn confused as hell, tries to process the information throughout a long beat.

FLYNN

Look, man, I'm sure you're... not crazy at all, just disturbed. I got to get back in there to fix my mess.

SKANDER

Uh... y-y-you can't fix this. That girl who you just punched is Amanda Dempsey. The most d-diabolical teenage girl to ever walk the earth.

FLYNN

Huh? I didn't punch anybody.

SKANDER

It doesn't matter if you actually did it or not! Amanda is crazy! She runs this school. She bends the rules and truths like some kind of cruel, ancient goddess. She's Cthulhu. Alright? Dude, whatever she says goes. If she says your eyes look stupid then you best get new eyes. She takes the smallest mistakes people make and turn them into the biggest errors a-and it's even worse if you're a dude! She lives for ruining people's school lives.

FLYNN

Did this ever happen to you?

SKANDER

U-Uh... no. But, I knew this one guy who got suspend just for staring at her pinky toe.

FLYNN

How?

SKANDER

It just happens. Escalation like no other, my dude. She has freaking powers, man! She puts words in your mouth and makes you seem like the biggest asshole.

FLYNN

So, she's just a bully. How did things get this bad?

SKANDER

How did fidget spinners become a thing? Some questions just have no answers. Just stay low for a few days, be invisible until another kid pisses off Amanda and then decide to have fun with them. I'll have to try to get to them too...

FLYNN

Okay... so, can we hang out till then?

Skander shoots a stern look a Flynn for a long beat and then grabs him tightly by both of his shoulders. Skander pulls Flynn close and starts to tremble all over.

SKANDER

Are... a-are you... are you serious? Y-You want to hang out? With me?!

FLYNN

Um, yeah? You seem like a cool guy. Why not?

Skander lets go of Flynn, slinks away from him and starts to... dance. No, don't even try to visualize it! His dance moves shouldn't be seen by anybody –- they are horrible!

SKANDER

Yes! It finally happened! I'm so totally stoked! This is the first time in a long time that anyone has asked me that!

Skander lifts Flynn up with a bear hug in utter joy.

INT. GEOGRAPHY CLASS - A FEW MOMENTS LATER

Teacher fast asleep, students doing all sorts of crap in the classroom. Flynn and Skander, sit side-by-side in the at the back of the classroom.

FLYNN

Hey so... what's your name? I'm Flynn Kent.

SKANDER

Oh, I know who you are. I read your mother's books, okay, I listened to them. I hate reading. I'm Skander, by the way,

FLYNN

Oh, okay. So are you in the wrestling team or something?

SKANDER

No, I don't play any sports.


Flynn scans his muscular frame and becomes lost in confusion. Then...

FLYNN

So... how old are you?

SKANDER

15.

Flynn's pop out and then catches the attention of everybody in the classroom (waking up the teacher) as he yells out:

FLYNN

(beat)

Holy shit! You're only 15?!

INT. CAFETERIA - DAY

Flynn and Skander sit at a table by themselves nearby the trash cans. Disgusting, unidentifiable slob sit on their trays.

FLYNN

So, how do you know so much about Amanda?

SKANDER

Uh... we used to be boyfriend and girlfriend.

FLYNN

No way, dude!

SKANDER

I know it's hard to believe that I used to like that malignant witch and it's also probably hard to believe that I only learned the word "malignant" yesterday. You probably thought I was a genius or something.

FLYNN

(sarcastic)

Yeah, definitely.

SKANDER

From pre-school to the third grade we were the cutest little couple.

FLYNN

That doesn't count. That's child's play.

SKANDER

Well, I took it seriously! And so did she! People said our hand-holding was so intense that a movie could be made about it.

FLYNN

So what happened to the miniature Romeo and Juliet?

SKANDER

Daily cartoons.

(sighs)

It got harder and harder balancing between that life of not missing a single episode of my favorite show and having a girlfriend... I had to let her go.

Flynn pauses. He can't believe this.

FLYNN

(chuckling)

Oh, dude. You cannot be serious.

(beat)

Hey. what did you mean by me being your first friend request in a long time?

SKANDER

Being uh... a giant freak around school kind of makes everyone afraid of you. Not many people want to hang out with me, okay, not anybody at all.


Skander lowers his head and picks up some slop (seriously we have no idea what they're eating) from his tray, drives it into his mouth. He gags immediately. Flynn studies Skander pitifully.

SKANDER

Ugh! This pudding is horrible!

FLYNN

Didn't the lunch lady say it was coleslaw?

SKANDER

She must've screwed us over, man. Amanda has control over the lunch ladies too.

FLYNN

Goddamit! Listen, screw the others! You got me now! With my help, we are going to be remembered as the coolest kids to ever walk these hallways.

Flynn pauses. Looks left then right and then leans towards Skander.

FLYNN (CONT'D)

(whispering)

Between you and me, I came to this school with one purpose... treasure!

Skander ogles back at Flynn.

SKANDER

Woahhhh, I've never met an actual crazy person before.

FLYNN

I beg to differ. This school is full of them.

(anyways)

Hear me out, man. I got information from... reliable sources. This indicates that this very school is sitting on top of a massive tomb. In that tomb is a chest, inside the chest is a map that shows the locations of epic artifacts! Skander, I'm talking about the legend of... Il Herbasione.


Skander gives Flynn a look. The type of look you give to your mother when she asks a dumb question about computers.

SKANDER

Maybe, I should take you to a nurse. And... what the heck? "Il Herbasione"? Isn't that, that really bad cartoon? Ugh! It was so poorly animated it gave me nightmares.

FLYNN

The original story has nothing to do with that show. The truth is, there are devastating weapons capable of granting great abilities scattered all over the world, waiting for someone to snatch them away and I'm going to find all of them.

Flynn smirks.

BLACKOUT.

END OF ACT TWO


ACT THREE

INT. HISTORY CLASS - DAY

Students enter class. Including Flynn and Skander. They head for the back rows to sit.

SKANDER

Flynn, stay cool bro. Amanda is also in this class and pretty much everyone from that incident.

FLYNN

Okay, gotcha. So did you get Il Herbasione story?

SKANDER

Not really. To be fair I really don't get a lot of stuff. Like, how TV works for example.


Flynn sighs and facepalms and then after they take their seats, right in time to ruin all the fun... Amanda steps into the classroom. Everybody who isn't seated immediately takes their seats and straighten themselves alongside the others who were already seated - as if they're trying to get her approval.

Amanda gazes at Flynn from across the room and decides to take a seat right in front of him. GREAT. She turns her head back and playfully winks at Flynn.

Just when Flynn is about to give her the finger, Skander covers his hand, squints and shakes his head negatively.

Carrying on, walks in the HISTORY TEACHER (suit and tie, mid-'40s, has the worst high-top haircut ever).

His name - BILL CHATWIN: wishes he was cool.

CHATWIN

Yo! Class, it's good to see all of you again, after spring break. I'm sorry it was canceled early but that's life. I know none of you, excluding my star student, Amanda...


Chatwin gives Amanda a warm smile, she smiles back. Then a confused girl starts clapping for some reason. He glances at her, confused and then carries on.

CHATWIN (CONT'D)

Are you happy to see me? But enough about that, it's time to give a warm welcome to our new student: Flynn Kent!


Chatwin starts to clap, expecting the other students to join him as well but, nobody does, not even a single smile to make Flynn feel welcomed. Skander is clapping as well but to be honest it's only making the situation even more awkward. Chatwin slowly goes from exciting clapping to awkwardly dull clapping then stops.

CHATWIN (CONT'D)

Okay then. Flynn! I'm Mistah Chatwin but you can call me: Chatty Chat.

FLYNN

No thank you.

CHATWIN

Aww...

(anyways)

In my class, I like to see what each student is made of, what goes around in their heads at all times. So that is why I'm giving you, your own personal, fresh pop quiz! Yes! Right now! Please, stand up.


Flynn does as so.

CHATWIN (CONT'D)

I know, FML, right? As a History teacher, I love seeing students interpret a historic tale in their own way. Are you familiar with Italian History?

Flynn snickers.

FLYNN

Am I...?

CHATWIN

Ooh, cocky! I like it! Confident students, FTW! So, with its tremendous heap of history, just explain one thing to me. It can be about anything, about the mythical Roman Gods, the wars, philosophy, the artists, anything. The evaluation starts now.

FLYNN

Anything? Then how about...?


Abruptly he moves away from his seat and saunters up to the teacher's desk.

FLYNN (CONT'D)

I tell the most bizarre story and possibly the most ridiculed legend of all time!

(beat)

The legend of Il Herbasione.

CHATWIN

Hey, I didn't tell you to leave your -

FLYNN

Shush! Come on man, can't you see someone important is speaking?


And just when you think that he couldn't be any more disrespectful - he casually places his sweet ass on top of the teacher's desk, like nothing.

Chatwin finds himself unable to engage due to being so incredibly baffled by Flynn's outrageous courage, having the balls to do that right in front of the teacher is truly something to be baffled by.

FLYNN (CONT'D)

It all started in the Renaissance, the Italian one of course. Even though it followed such a bleak and terrible event that was the Black Death. This period represents a time where mankind's mind was reborn into something better. From the 14th century to the middle of the 17th century big names like Rafael, Leonardo Di Vinci, Sandro Botticelli, Giovani Bellini, Michelangelo, wowed the world with their talent but that was only the surface of the Renaissance...

(beat)

Below the surface of the Renaissance that everyone could see, was a darker a version of it -

CHATWIN

Flynn, FYI, you really need to return to your seat or I'll have to...

FLYNN

Still talking dude!

(as he was saying)

You see when most of Italy was expressing their newfound way of thinking in art form, other Italians were expressing it in a different way, throughout experiments... alchemical experiments. The Dark Renaissance. Alchemy, what is considered to be the original form of chemistry. Somehow this ancient science caught the attention of fellow Italians, this led to the creation of two species, these two species lived below the earth and they had a war amongst each other. Legend has it that the weapons they used in that war that lasted hundreds of years are still hidden -

CHATWIN

Okay, Flynn! I am going to have to stop you there. Sorry not sorry but, I am not going to let you continue rant about some childish conspiracy theory about... plant people!


The classroom bursts into laughter. Excluding Skander. Flynn gets frustrated.

FLYNN

They're called Il Herbasione! And it's because of idiots like you that we're nowhere near close to finding out the full story!

CHATWIN

Flynn -

FLYNN

The story Herbasione is real! And you have no idea how much information we're missing from it. But you'll see because... I! Flynn Kent! Will be the guy who will find the Herbasione's hidden tomb and find the map they hid then I'll hunt down every single one of the extremely powerful weapons they left behind! I'll prove to the entire world that they existed!

CHATWIN

Okay, good luck with that. Well, Flynn, no 0 to 100 for you. You failed.

INT. HALLWAY – DAY

Flynn and Skander step out into the hallway along with the other students.

FLYNN

Idiots. They're all idiots.

SKANDER

Bro, chill. Anger leads to nowhere my friend. Anger is like holding onto hot coal and trying to throw it at someone. You are the only one who gets burned.

FLYNN

What are you a hippie?

SPLAT! A chunky fluid substance resembling vomit SPLATTERS all Skander's face and most of his shirt - YUCK!

Some students point and laugh while Skander scans the halls to see who did it and it turns out to be some male seniors - JOCKS from afar, high-fiving and praising each other.

JOCK #1

Yeah! How do you like my special casserole?! That's what you get! Next time you want to play hero, try messing with a villain that isn't totally more OP than you!

JOCK #2

Nice one, man!


They swagger away while laughing hysterically at Skander but somehow he remains calm and then after a short beat he moves on by bringing up a random topic.

SKANDER

Hey, you know what sucks? Choking on food while it's hot, it happened to me the other day, it hurts so ba -

FLYNN

Who were those guys? And why did they do that to you?

SKANDER

It's nothing, I helped out a kid they were beating up once by taking the beating myself. I guess it angered them, oh well.

FLYNN

(beat)

"Oh well"? Go kick their asses! What are you waiting for? Fight music?

SKANDER

I'm not going to fight them.

FLYNN

Why? Are you scared you're going to lose? Dude, you're a building with legs and a face! You can take them down!

SKANDER

(serious)

I-I said no! I w-won't! It's not what I do! N-No one close to me got hurt, so there's no need for violence!

Beat. Flynn studies Skander with confusion and interest. There's something odd about him.

FLYNN

Okay then, Gandhi, it looks like Hitler is going to have to raise hell on earth again.

SKANDER

Flynn! No!

Skander tries to stop Flynn but it's too late. He has already made up his mind. Flynn with a stern look on his face approaches the misconducting jocks and they're chilling with their complete pack of male senior jocks, meaning that there're several more behemoths to deal with (8 in total). Flynn remains undaunted.

One of them spots Flynn approaching them. He inspects him and then asks:

JOCK #1

Who are you?

FLYNN

Flynn Kent, the one and only, soon to be world-renowned treasure hunter, yadda, yadda, yadda... look we need to talk about -

JOCK #1

Beat it, Indiana Jones. We're having a deep conversation here.

JOCK #2

Yeah! We're talking about boobs!

The jock gives him a look as he throws his hands in the air and the other shrugs his shoulders.

FLYNN

What you did back there to that kid, Skander Bradley -

JOCK #1

Huh!? What about it?

FLYNN

You better go back there and apologize to him.

JOCK #1

Why?

FLYNN

Because I said so, generic high school jock #1.

The jock gets pissed off. He and the rest of the pack gang up on him and yet he stands there, just smirking.

JOCK #1

Watch your mouth, kid, you aren't funny.

FLYNN

How old are you, anyway? I can see freaking wrinkles from here, are you really just 17-years-old? How many times did your dumb ass get held back -?

JOCK #1

You son of a...

(to one of the other jocks)

Yo, take his backpack. He needs to be taught a lesson.


The jock slinks up to him and then - Flynn STRIKES! Hitting him in the gut with a straight punch. Intense sheer force causing the jock to hunch over and back up to groan. But Flynn isn't finished with him yet, he grabs the miscreant by the wrist and FLIPS him towards a nearby locker -– BAM! Flynn glares at him and says:

FLYNN

Don't you dare touch my -

Another jock grabs a hold of Flynn's backpack and forces it off him.

The jock flees back to his pack and they peek inside together.

JOCK #3

Hey! I heard that this kid is filthy rich! Let's see the kind of stuff he brings to school!

They rummage through the inside and throw out all the useless junk they find inside: pens, gum, random pieces of paper

JOCK #1

What the...? There's only junk in here!

FLYNN

Give that back!

Then, one of the jocks pulls out: A LARGE HARD BLACK COVER NOTEBOOK. Flynn's face darkens. The jock notices this and smiles devilishly.

JOCK #1

Hm... let's see what's so important about this.

The jock flips through the book's pages. While he does it, his face slowly contorts in disgust. Then, Flynn starts to twitch slightly while he waggles the fingers of his right hand. Barely able to speak clearly, he utters:

FLYNN

I'm warning you here, put it down...

JOCK #1

What is this? A sketchbook? Damn you do not know how to draw...

The jock halts and stares at a page that has caught his attention. He shows the rest of the pack and starts to laugh with them.

FLYNN

What's so funny?

The jock flips the notebook over to Flynn and shows him an amateurish sketch of a boy (resembling a younger version of Flynn) and a girl (slightly taller) holding hands –- over their heads is written: "J & Me".

JOCK #1

"J & Me"? What is this? Why are you walking around with it?

They continue to laugh. Unaware that they've pushed the button necessary for Flynn to engage. Flynn furtively treads up to them. One of the jocks stretches their hand forward to push him back -

BLAM! He gets hit to his side by a kick launched by Flynn and ROCKETS into the open locker to his side. Flynn closes the locker and continues treading towards the others while giving them the death glare (it turns out he does know it!).

The pack notices that Flynn is pissed and yet they continue laughing –- unaware of what's to follow. The jock with the notebook, stores it back into the backpack and puts it on. Flynn gets even more pissed. Did he just put on his backpack!? The jock SPRINT down the hall. Flynn goes after them.

Flynn chases the jocks down the hall - with superb speed and precision, managing to not bump into any obstacles that come his way, dodging them expertly while remaining fixated on his target. He's like a robot. A killing machine.

The jocks take a look over their shoulder and immediately panic. Flynn is just a few inches away from them! They turn back and speed up. It doesn't make much of a difference. In fact, the distance between them just shortens!

Four jocks stay behind and try to keep Flynn from going any further by barricading his path. Flynn examines each of the jocks.

FLYNN

Ugh! None of them have my backpack!


Flynn quickly analyses the floor - it's shiny, it has just been cleaned. Perfect. Flynn beats the odds and hits the floor, sliding through the small gap between the legs of the jock in front of him. He gets up, somehow without losing momentum and keeps ongoing. He looks back and flashes a wink at the gawking, blank-faced jocks.

A guy (junior) plodding cautiously with his SOLAR SYSTEM PROJECT in his hands appears in front of Flynn.

Flynn carelessly pushes the kid out of way –- apparently he was too lazy to dodge this time. The model goes flying into the air and crash lands, destroying completely.

Flynn snatches a couple of planets off the floor and throws them back at the jocks -– they get hit and crash into the poor guy on the floor. K.O! Flynn laughs.

INT. ANOTHER HALLWAY - DAY

Flynn finds the remaining three jocks and catches up to them very quickly. The one with his backpack is right in front of him. Flynn stretches his hand out to grab it. HE'S ALMOST GOT IT! Then, two of the jocks stop and start to run in the opposite direction, yelling out:

JOCK #3

Hey, toss the backpack!

The jock takes off the backpack and throws it behind him. They catch it and continue to run.

The jock in front laughs arrogantly at Flynn without realizing he is about to run into -

BLAM! A wall. The jock bounces back to the floor while Flynn plants his foot onto the wall and flips back expertly. Which is followed by a backward roll and... VOILÀ! He starts running in the same direction as the two other jocks.

INT. STAIRCASE – DAY

The jocks run up the stairs and see Flynn right behind them - he's a beast.

JOCK #3

Damn does this kid ever run out of stamina?

JOCK #4

Does he even have stamina to begin with?!

One of them stops to take a breather. He can't run any further. The one with the backpack goes on without him.

Flynn crosses paths with the jock and unnecessarily takes him down with a strong right hook.

INT. ROOFTOP – DAY

As soon as the jock makes it to the location, he hunches over and puts his hands over his knees. Taking a moment to catch his breath. Flynn storms past the doors behind him and scowls forward. The jock looks back at him and starts to tremble all over. Flynn treads towards him.

FLYNN

Give me... my backpack!

The jock raises his hand to surrender as he hobbles backward.

JOCK #4

Okay, okay... just calm down, will ya? All we wanted to do was make you run a few laps around the school until you gave out. Seriously, we never thought that you could run that fast, for that long! I'll give you the backpack okay? Just calm down first.


He takes off the backpack and stretches it towards Flynn.

JOCK #4

See? There's no need to...

The jock TRIPS over something... THE LEDGE OF THE ROOFTOP! Flynn runs forward and stretches his arm out.

FLYNN

MY BACKPACK!

That's sweet.

Flynn makes it to the ledge and sees that the jock is hanging onto his dear life with one hand.

Holding onto Flynn's backpack with the other. He pleads for Flynn's aid. His fate lies in Flynn's hands - how unfortunate.

JOCK #4

(crying)

Dude! Dude! Help me!

Flynn stretches out his hand.

FLYNN

Hand over my backpack. So that I can help you up.

JOCK #4

I'll just drop it to make it -

FLYNN

Don't you dare! I've got important, fragile stuff in there!

JOCK #4

Okay!

The jock hands the backpack over to Flynn and grabs onto the ledge with his other hand.

JOCK #4 (CONT'D)

Now help me up!

Flynn smirks and gives him the peace sign. The jock's face goes blank. Flynn turns around and nonchalantly walks away.

JOCK #4

Hey! Where are you going?! You can't leave me! Come back!


His screams of distraught don't bother Flynn at all. The other jock arrives. He spots Flynn.

FLYNN

Hey, generic high school jock #2, your friend is hanging onto his life over there, you better help.

JOCK #3

What?! And you just left him?! Come on, kid!

FLYNN

I knew you'd come, calm down.


The jock rushes over to his friend. Flynn keeps on walking. He takes a peak in his backpack, making sure everything is in place - it's all good, nothing important is missing. He puts it on and goes back inside.

INT. HALLWAY – DAY

Flynn strolls down the hallways he brought chaos upon on.

Somewhere in the madness is Skander searching for Flynn, in distress. When they spot each other, they reunite immediately.

SKANDER

Flynn! Why did you have to that?

FLYNN

(proud)

I taught them a lesson.

SKANDER

And what d-did that solve, huh? Do you really think that they are just going to stand down after what you did to them? Of c-course not, bro! You hit them then they would want to hit you, after that, you hit them back, then they hit you back and it repeats! There has to be someone who backs down.

FLYNN

That sounds like the mentality of a coward.

SKANDER

What did you accomplish from this? You feel better about yourself?

FLYNN

In fact, I do. I got a good workout from it.

SKANDER

Take this seriously...

Skander points over to the guy who was trampled and had his project ruined. He's being accompanied to the nurse by friends.

SKANDER (CONT'D)

You did that and it was completely unnecessary.

FLYNN

Look, dude if you're not even going to say "thank you" then, I'm out of here.


Flynn walks away from Skander. As he walks, he crosses paths with Amanda and she's with her entourage this time (a collection of guys and girls just as snobby as her). Great. He minds his own business and says nothing. But then... Amanda suddenly turns back and starts to laugh at Flynn. He ignores her. Then, she yells out:

AMANDA

Loser! Seriously, plant people!? Grow up, will ya!?


Amanda's entourage starts to laugh as well. Flynn stops and starts to waggle his fingers again. As Amanda and her entourage head on their way, Flynn makes a mad dash towards Amanda and GRABS her by the shoulder. Forcing her to stop.

Silence.

A bystander faints from the tension. Amanda easily breaks free from Flynn's grip –- with a special defense maneuver. Masterfully. Turning back to him, she leans close towards him. Now they are standing so close to each other, it's like they are about to kiss. People start to gather around them again. Skander approaches the scene.

GUY #3

Again?! Either this kid is really stupid or he is the most courageous person I've ever known. Seriously! Why the heck would he jump back into the ring after surviving an attack from Amanda Dempsey?!

GIRL #2

I swear there are just some people in this world who do not value their lives.

FLYNN

"Loser?" So that's how it's going to go down, ey? Fine then, you know what you are?

(beat)

You're a colossal bitch.

The crowd gasps. Silence fills the air. Another guy faints.

Amanda chuckles... in a subtle, chilling way.

AMANDA

(beat)

Dio Mio. I always expect such insolence from boys, it's so typical of them. Congratulations, I'm angry now. You happy?


Skander makes it to the front of the crowd and studies Flynn and Amanda –- they're about to murder each other in cold blood. Skander and Amanda exchange looks. They linger for a while and then divert their gaze. Skander fixates on Flynn.

SKANDER

Flynn! Don't do this! It can still be avoided, walk away!


Flynn ignores the voice of reason and goes head-on into another heated argument with Amanda.

FLYNN

No. I'm not happy. Because I just used the word "bitch" on you.

The crowd gasps again.

GUY #4

Oh, my god! He said it twice! He's a mad man!

FLYNN

I'm starting to realize that the word is too good for you. In fact, any word that is designated towards a female is too good for you! You should be ashamed to call yourself a girl! Yeah, I said it! Hiding behind a movement and exploiting it to act like an asshole to anybody you wish! You make real, amazing women everywhere look bad! You're a disgrace to womankind! You're are a terrible representative of females everywhere! You suck! Wherever your mom is...


Everybody's eyes snap wide. Some even put their hands on their heads. Skander stretches out his hand desperately and grabs a hold of Flynn's shirt.

SKANDER

(dead serious)

You need to stop taking!

Flynn shrugs off Skander's grip.

FLYNN

I bet your mother is disappointed in you. You make your entire gender look bad! I wish I had your mom's phone number right now so that I can tell her what a revolting person she brought into the world!


Right when Flynn finishes that sentence, silence fills the air again. But it's different this time. Flynn tries to catch his breath as he scans everybody's faces. They're all glaring at him –- as if he were the villain here. Skander treads back to a wall and hangs his head down in shame.

Expecting a mouthful from Amanda, Flynn gets lost in confusion. He gets even more lost when Amanda... starts to cry hysterically in front of Flynn. She curls into a ball on the floor and trembles all over through her tears.

FLYNN

Y-You're crying? Didn't see that coming. Take this as a valuable lesson, okay? You mess with the Flynn, you get the Kent!

SKANDER

Quit it! Dude... her mom recently passed away. A few weeks ago.


Flynn stares back at Skander for a long beat.

FLYNN

You're kidding.

Flynn looks back at Amanda crying her eyes out. His high school career is officially over.

GIRL #3

This guy made Amanda Dempsey cry? Is this the most exciting day of school or what?

STERN WOMAN (O.S.)

Tell me about it.


The POWERFUL voice startles everybody. IT'S THE PRINCIPAL (late 30's, long red hair). MORIAH MCCANN: Order and more order. Moriah quickly analyzes the situation and fixates her gaze on Flynn.

MORIAH

Flynn Kent. My office. Now.

Abruptly, Skander walks up to Moriah.

SKANDER

If you take him, you'll have to take me too.

MORIAH

Okay, let's go.

Skander pauses and acknowledges his failure. But he has a countermeasure!

SKANDER

And the rest of this school too!

GIRL #3

Nobody likes you that much, dumbass!

Moriah turns around and struts forward. Flynn and Skander exchange looks and follow.

BLACKOUT.

END OF ACT THREE


ACT FOUR

INT. PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE - DAY

We find ourselves in yet another principal's office. Moriah checks Flynn's file while she sits behind a desk. Flynn and Skander stay put in their chairs, staring at her in trepidation.

MORIAH

Flynn Joseph Kent, born on April 14th. In Chicago, Illinois. Ever since you were young you were praised for your tremendous athletic ability, you even had ballet classes.


Flynn becomes chagrined, Skander chuckles a bit.

FLYNN

Did you really have to say that out loud?

MORIAH

You ruined your chances to become somebody renowned by getting into trouble time and time again. You've been kicked out of programs and been to many, many private schools, even some outside of the country.

(adds)

It says here, you've even been to juvenile detention. It was short term.

FLYNN

Okay, what kind of file is that?

MORIAH

Do you ever know when to shut up, Flynn?

FLYNN

(smiling)

I am told that not knowing is my best quality.

MORIAH

You're not taking this seriously. I blame your parents.

FLYNN

Hey, don't -

MORIAH

Fletcher Kent, partner of Fortune Architects who is doing a big project here in our Milkweed and Kristina Kent, author of the beloved Dishonored Angel Saga. Your mother also let me know that your older brother is at Harvard, getting a degree in law.

FLYNN

Yeah... Fletcher...

MORIAH

So, I guess you're just the ugly duckling, huh?

Flynn snarls a bit. Skander notices.

SKANDER

Maybe that was a little unnecessary.

MORIAH

Silence, Skander.

(then)

Flynn, what do you think is going to happen to you?

FLYNN

I'm going to get some cake for being so awesome?

Moriah gives Flynn a warm smile.

MORIAH

Here at Rocklewick, we have an extreme no-tolerance policy. We have an image to maintain so that I why I must impose the following, for the sake of the school...

FLYNN

(disingenuous)

Look, I'm sorry, okay? Can't we just look past this? I've got English class right -

MORIAH

You're expelled.


Flynn is gorgonized in shock. So does Skander. Moriah closes up the file, gets up and proceeds onto putting it back. Flynn lowers his head. Remembering what his dad said. IS THE ADVENTURE ALREADY OVER!?

INT. APARTMENT – DAY

We're back in the creepy apartment once again. And the well-dressed young man from before is still there, sitting on his stool and facing the cluttered wall. Still, without revealing his face, we watch while he speaks to someone over the phone.

PROPER YOUNG MAN

What? Already? Even I didn't see that coming. Good. That is very good...

(then)

What about the transfers?

(waits)

No, I don't want him. You moron, it is of extreme importance that we get Wandermaker's kid. That one specifically. The whole thing might fall apart without him. Tell him to increase the pressure onto Charlie. We're getting that kid.

The young man stands up and scrambles around the room.

PROPER YOUNG MAN (CONT'D)

And what about Miller?


He approaches a table with a GOLD SOLAR SYSTEM NECKLACE on top of it. He picks it up and gently brushes it with his thumb.

PROPER YOUNG MAN (CONT'D)

(puts necklace away in pocket)

Okay, good.


He treads up to a coat rack and grabs a lightweight trench coat from it. As he puts it on. We slowly reveal the young man to be... FLETCHER "FJ" KENT: The gifted tyrant out for blood and inflicting misery.

FJ (CONT'D)

If you low-lives play your roles right. By tomorrow my little brother will start living his dream as a treasure hunter.

A sanguine smile stretches across FJ'S face and then suddenly, his face goes blank.

FJ (CONT'D)

Yes, I am going to laugh. So what?

(then)

I don't care how generic it is I am going to do it.

(and then)

Shuddup!

FJ hangs up and stands still. Then, he slowly lets out his chilling laughter as he walks out the door.

THE BIGGEST ABNORMAL ADVENTURE IS JUST BEGINNING.

BLACKOUT.

TO BE CONTINUED...