[Scene opens – dimly lit alley, heavy rain, Kael’s breath visible in the cold night air]
Footsteps echo.
KAEL (internal monologue)
They took him. My little brother. And if they lay a single finger on him—
Kael dashes through the alley, eyes glowing faint green as his speed picks up unnaturally. Water splashes with every inhuman step.
Ahead, a figure runs, holding a small boy over his shoulder. The kid struggles, muffled cries echoing.
KAEL (shouting):
Put him down!
The man halts. Slowly turns. He’s tall, face half-covered with an old metal mask. Scars peek from under it.
SCARRED WARRIOR (calmly):
You really want to do this, green boy?
KAEL (breathing heavily):
You better let my brother go... or it gets dirty here.
SCARRED WARRIOR (grinning under mask):
I’d rather get dirty... than listen to your nonsense talk.
Scar’s hands ignite with a blazing silver fire, crackling unnaturally in the rain. Kael steps back instinctively.
KAEL (eyes widen):
Oh shit...
Scar rushes forward, swinging a flaming fist. Kael dodges by a hair—BOOM! The punch hits a wall, creating a massive crater.
Kael’s eyes glow brighter green—suddenly, his body moves on its own.
He leaps forward, fist clenched, and—
SMASH!
Kael’s punch connects with Scar’s jaw, launching him into a dumpster. Scar slumps—unconscious.
Kael stands there, panting. Raindrops sizzle off his glowing hand. His eyes begin to dim, confusion setting in.
KAEL (muttering):
I didn’t even... control that.
Suddenly—a WHISTLING SOUND in the distance.
Kael turns. A second figure, cloaked in black, flies away with his brother, golden flames beneath his feet like rocket boosters.
KAEL (shouting, desperate):
NOOOO—MY BROTHER!
Not dramatic. Not heroic. Just raw, broken. Furious.
He drops to one knee. The green light in his chest pulses violently.
Then—
The sky glows gold.
Kael looks up—*
A meteor, blazing in golden fire, streaks across the night sky, heading toward the city outskirts.
It’s slow, like it’s waiting to be chased.
KAEL (softly):
...That’s not normal.
The green energy swells inside him. Without thinking, he launches himself like a bullet, running at flash speed toward the impact site.
[Cut to black]
TO BE CONTINUED...