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Saturday, March 30, 2013

ONI #1

ONI #1 Script
Desperate Girl

by Darryll B. Carter

Cover Art by 
Christopher Rice,
Darryll  B. Carter

ONI logo by
Darryll B. Carter

ONI created by
Darryll B. Carter

Warning: Explicit Language

Page One

Panel One
This series of panels should be from a side scroll view. Show a night view of a city reminiscent of Las Vegas crossed with Coruscant through the windows of a skyscraper office. These are floor to ceiling windows. Just focus on the window, don’t bother to show any of the office.

Panel Two
Same view. A female scientist, Kate, struggles into panel from the right. Kate looks just like Karen, they’re twins; except Kate is a redhead and wears glasses. She’s wearing her glasses, a white blood stained lab coat, a pink camisole with one strap broken and her black skirt is ripped on the side. She’s holding her arm as if it is wounded. She’s dragging that arm against the window leaving a blood smear trail.

Panel Three
Same view. Kate should now be on her way off panel (left). Kate’s blood smear begins to pull in the opposite direction to the center of the window. Think of water being pulled by a vacuum. In the upper right corner; have a menacing hellhound type creature stalking into the panel, walking on the window.

Panel Four
Same view.  Kate is out of panel. The window crawling hellhound is well on his way off panel following Kate. He’s now joined by a swarm of hell hounds running on the ground after Kate. The blood travelling toward the center of the window is on its way to forming a menacing pair of eyes and a maniacal grin.

Panel Five
The hell hounds are out of panel. The window darkens and the set of red eyes are formed.

Panel Six
Full black panel with only the blood assembled maniacal face.

Page Two

                Panel One
Camera should be on a slant. Kate enters a dark room. The only thing that should be seen is the light from the hallway, as she shuts the door and the shine of her glasses.

Panel Two
Close shot of her hand locking the knob.
SFX- click

Panel Three
Another close shot of her hands locking the top bolt on the door.
SFX- shunk

Panel Four
She pushes a nearby couch in front of the door.
SFX- ERRRRRRNNN

Panel Five
Kate begins to pull out a chair in front of a computer. The light from the computer is shining on her.  It is the only light source in the room. There is another set of windows behind the desk chair.
Kate- I hope you get this Karen…

Panel Six
Kate is sitting at the computer typing with a focused look on her face. Behind her, on the windows, the hellhounds begin to converge on her.
Kate- You may be our last hope.

Page Three

                Panel One
                Straight shot from the shoulder up of Karen. She’s a brunette short hair, petite. She looks a lot like Jenny Lorenzo. She’s wearing a black hat that says Space Bean Coffee and a green apron. She looks very agitated.
                        Karen Caption- Are you #*#$%#*% serious?
Karen- Are you #*#$&%@ serious?

Panel Two
                Side shot. Karen is actually behind the counter facing a guy in a hoodie, James, who has his arms around a very attractive woman, Cosmo. Karen is slamming her hand down on the counter with a coffee in the other hand. People around the three are shocked by the force of the slam. Karen is causing a scene. James, is a text book definition of what a nerd looks like. He is somewhere between George McFly, pre Marty’s trip to 1955 and Dexter, the alter ego of Freakazoid. This girl is a textbook blonde cheerleader and she’s about a foot taller than James. He’s short.
                Karen- You’re leaving me for Cosmobitch?
                Cosmo- Cosmochick.
                Karen- Shut the #*#$ up.
    Karen Cap- She says one more thing and this coffee’s in her face.
    Karen- Are you #*#$&%@ serious?
                James- Karen, things just weren’t working out. And Cosmo is… well, better.
                Karen- Better at what? Running trains on our entire raid party or getting trains run on her?

                Panel Three
                Karen is facepalming and shaking her head. James grins in creepy manner while Cosmo is checking out the menu above and behind Karen’s head. Like in any fast food place.
                James- Cosmo is open to having an open relationship. If you wanted to join us…
                Cosmo- Can I have a Tripple Mocha Latè?
                Karen Cap- That’s it.

`               Panel Four
                This moment should look fairly epic. Karen is pissed and she’s pulling her hand back to toss this hot cup of coffee at James and Cosmo. This shot is heavy on anticipation.
                                Karen- Here’s your @#@&$!% latè!

Page Four

                Panel One
                Headshot of Karen sitting in the office getting berated by her boss who is off panel in the foreground. She is struggling to keep a straight face; anger is battling her composure.
                                Karen Cap- That was a horrible idea in hindsight.
                                Boss- You’re fired! What the hell possessed you to throw a scalding hot coffee in a customer’s face!? If they press charges we won’t be held accountable. Get out of here!
                                Karen Cap- How the hell am I gonna pay the rent now?

                Panel Two
                Karen storms out the coffee shop front door throwing her hat on the ground. She’s wearing an open leather jacket over her clothes now with a yellow motorcycle helmet in her hand. The area outside is visually a typical New York City scene; traffic is going by, tall buildings and skyscrapers in the distance.
                                Karen- Coffee tastes like dog shit anyway!
                                Karen Cap- That’s right Karen. Vent.

                Panel Three
                She hops on her yellow vespa and puts on her helmet and goggles.
                                Karen Cap- Let it all out. Woosah.

                Panel Four
                Side scroll view as she floors it down the city street on her vespa. She passes a parked cop car. One of the police officers spits out his coffee.
                                SFX- Vroooooommm
                                Karen Cap- Feel the speed releasing your stress. Woosah.

                Panel Five
                Same view, different scenery to show the progression. She’s pulled over and the cops are writing her a ticket.
                                Karen Cap- This day is such bullshit…

Page Five

Panel One          
She pulls up outside her apartment on her vespa. It is night now. Her apartment looks like a New York Brownstone. On the door to her apartment there is a pink eviction notice.
                Karen Cap- Finally home.

Panel Two
She takes off her helmet and holds it in her hands as she looks to the side at her apartment door. She’s calmer now. Her face has regained its composure.
                Karen Cap- We just go inside kick back. Farm some gold. Farm till our eyes bleed. Cause selling gold is going to be my only income for awhile…

Panel Three
Her face freaks the out. Like “WTF?” Her eyes widen in shock and her mouth is agape.
                Karen Cap- What the @#$# is that???

Panel Four
This is a tight shot of just the pink eviction notice taped to the door. Show the address numbers; 669, but have the nine swing down hanging by its tail upside down so it reads, 666.
                Karen-  Eviction notice? What the #@#@ man…

Panel Five
She loses it again, overcome with anger and crushes the notice in her hand.
                Karen- That little shit didn’t pay his half of the rent before he peaced out?!?
                Karen Cap- All will be well Karen. Just get inside.

Page Six

                Panel One
She makes her way inside the apartment to a foyer. She ascends the stair case and opens another door.
                Karen Cap- Just leave reality, all this bad mojo and all the-
                Karen- bullshit!
                Karen Cap- behind.

Panel Two
She opens the front door and turns on the lights to see a very bare living room. The only thing left is a floor lamp in the corner, some bras on the floor and a desk with her desktop pc on it. Her eyes narrow but she keeps a straight face.
                Karen- There is nothing left that can surprise me today.

Panel Three
She sits her helmet down on her desk on top of a past due electric bill and pulls out a chair to sit down. The focus of this panel should be on the electric bill. It should be a close shot that only really needs to include her hand putting down the helmet and the other pulling out the chair.
                Karen- Least he had the decency to leave my tower alone.

Panel Four/Five/Six
These are small panels. Her hand pushing the power button to the desktop.

Panel Five
Her hand pushing the power button to the desktop.
                Karen- Okay…?

Panel Six
She jams her finger into the power button with considerable force.
                Karen- What the #@%$?!

Panel Seven
She turns the desktop around to find the power supply unit is missing.
                Karen- That SOB took my PSU?

Panel Eight
She takes the cover off to find her entire desktop has been gutted.
                Karen- He took everything!?!?!?
Page Seven

                Panel One
The desktop tower is flying through the window. Should be a beautiful scene of destruction shattered glass from the window should still be in panel falling.
                SFX- Crrrrrasssssssh!

Panel Two
She’s standing with her body still in the position from the throw in the center of the living room floor. She angry and breathing hard as if physically venting her outrage.
Karen Cap- Okay, in hindsight- that wasn’t really the best idea.

Panel Three
Panel is totally black.
                SFX(Karen)- Sigh.

Panel Four
This panel is still mostly black. Light from her cell phone starts glowing in her pocket. It adds a little light around her leg revealing some details but very little.
                Karen- This better be Morpheus with that red pill.

Panel Five
She’s holding the phone in her hand. Phone should show the following messages (top to bottom); KNovak@odatron.net -Subject: no subject, ECECO Energy- Subject: Your Bill is Past Due, Premier Reality MMORPG- Subject: Cosmochick69 Wants to Be Your Friend.  The panel should focus on the phone.
                Karen- KNovak@odatron?
                Karen Cap- Kate?

Page Eight

                Panel One
                Karen throws a few things in a duffle bag, clothes and toiletries, using the flashlight app on her phone to see. The app light is a substantial lightsource.
                                Email Cap- Karen it’s me, Kate. I know we haven’t spoken in a long time. Since I left.

                Panel Two
                Karen grabs some game cases, a Dreamcast looking console with controllers, and a Pandora Construct book and puts it in a book bag.
                                Email Cap- And I’m sorry about that. But I really need your help and you’re the only one who can help me.

                Panel Three
                It’s the dead of night now. Karen is sitting on her parked Vespa with the back loaded up with her bags. She puts on her helmet and goggles. In the distance behind her there is a black four door sedan with black tinted windows.
                                Karen- Kate, what the hell have you gotten into?

                Panel Four
                Karen pulls off and the black sedan follows her. The emphasis in this panel should be on the sedan, a subtle emphasis.
                                Email Cap- It’s not safe to give the specifics through this email.

                Panel Five
                Karen rolls into the Lincoln Tunnel, traffic is light. The tunnel is the star of this panel. It should be showcased along with the scenery.
                                Email Cap- Just come to my apartment in Solheim and I’ll explain everything.
                                Karen Cap- Solheim, the city of tomorrow. I’ve heard of it. Revolutionary city with revolutionary tech. Top notch nextgen shit. GPS says its 1 day and 13 hours.

                Panel Six
                Same view as previous panel only with the black sedan entering the tunnel behind Karen.
                                Email Cap- Please Karen. You’re my only hope.
                                Karen Cap- The Star Wars esque closing is what really got me out the door.

Page Nine

                Full Page Panel- Karen arrives outside the city limits and gazes upon Solheim. It’s daytime. The city skyline is clear and it’s massive. Solheim looks like a sci fi city, a cross between Coruscant and the New York from the Fifth Element during the day. (It looks like Coruscant and Vegas at night.) The city itself is inside a massive outer wall just like the city of Troy.
                Setting Cap- Solheim, Utah- 2 days and 12hrs later…
                Karen Cap- Solheim, Utah. Sparkling city amidst the sand, plains and Mormons.
                Karen- Holy shit. Okay… I’m impressed.

Page Ten

                Panel One
                Karen drives through town admiring the high level tech. Show her watching a holo-message between a woman and her boss in the park. The woman has like a holo-screen tablet. The vehicles on the street are more futuristic too.

                Panel Two
                Karen leans back to continue catching a glimpse of the holo-conversation, amazed and mouth agape.
                                Karen- They’ve got holoterminals???

                Panel Three
                Karen and her vespa pull up onto the sidewalk in front of a building that looks like it was plucked straight off of a motherboard.
                                Karen- This looks like the place.

                Panel Four
                Her helmet is resting in her hands, goggles still on, as she stares up at the new age building.
                                Karen- This thing has more in common with the chipset on an MBoard than a building. Must take mad gold to live here.

Page Eleven

                Panel One
                The view of this panel should be an angle from above. Karen steps off an elevator on the 14th floor. Her goggles are still on her face.  As she steps off she turns to look down the hall. Behind her is a large window. The angle should allow a view of her vespa parked out front and the black sedan pulling up behind it (the vespa).

                Panel Two
                Karen knocks on door 1417. There is a lever mechanism that you find in most hotels, but no key hole. There is a fingerprint scanner.
                Karen- 1417. This is it.

                Panel Three
                Zoom in on the fingerprint scanner pad. It has a red light glowing on it.
                                Karen-No answer. Hmmm. I wonder.

                Panel Four
                                Same panel as previous shot with Karen pressing her thumb on the scanner. The light on the scanner is now green.
                                SFX- Deet Deet
                Panel Five
                Karen steps into an apartment completely devoid of personality. The walls are white; there is no couch, no furniture, just a huge wooden sword, a desk and a laptop on it that’s plugged into the wall.
                                Automated Voice- Welcome Home Karen.
                                Karen- Geez, Kate. Looks a lot like my spot did.

Page Twelve

                Panel One
                Karen reaches for the large wooden sword mounted on the wall. She has a grin on her face. She’s surprised and happy.
                                Karen- I can’t believe she still has this…

                Panel Two
                This panel is identical to the previous, except Karen has a subtle surprised look on her face; her reaction to the sudden arrival of the men that have been tailing her.
                                MIB1- Don’t move.
                                Karen Cap- Oh, @#$@.

                Panel Three
                Two men in black suits and shades, think agents from the Matrix or the MIB, stand in the doorway. One has a silenced gun pointed at her the other is putting on a pair of disposable gloves. The guy with the gun has a grin on his face, holding his chin up.
                                MIB1- Option One: Cooperate and this’ll go smoothly. Easy.
                                MIB2 (with the gun)- Option Two: You don’t want Option Two.
                                MIB1- Where’s the DG-IX?
                                Karen Cap- What did you get me into Kate?

                Panel Four
                Karen has her hands in the air, she’s distressed. The MIB with the gun steps forward with his gun extended. He’s irritated.
                                Karen- I… I don’t know what that is.
                                MIB2- Bullshit. You drove 2,000 miles to get here without a moment’s notice! You know what we want!
                                MIB1- Don’t play coy with us Ms. Novak. My partner can be very trigger happy. Now tell us where your sister hid the DG-IX!

                Panel Five
                Zoom shot of Karen’s face, primarily her eyes. Her eyes are looking off to where the wooden sword rests on the wall.

                               Karen Cap- They’re not gonna let me walk out of here. Even If I could give them what they wanted.
                               Karen Cap- What if they’ve done something with Kate?!
                               Karen- I have to get out of here!
Page Thirteen

                Panel One
                Karen snatches the wooden sword off of the wall and bashes the MIB with the gun in the head really hard. She puts her whole soul into it; you can see it in her face. He buckles from the force.
                               SFX-  (sword impact) Crack!
                               MIB2- Ommph!

                Panel Two
                She baseball slides pass the MIB still in the doorway, with the sword in hand. He reaches out to grab her as if she was still at full height.
                              MIB1- You won’t escape!
                              Karen- #$%# that!
                              Karen Cap- Mirror’s Edge FTW.

                Panel Three
                MIB with the gun is leaning out the doorway bearing his teeth and fires off two shots at the fleeing Karen down the hall. Emphasis more on the MIB.
                             MIB2- That bitch is dead!
                             SFX- (silenced gunshots)Ffft! Ffft!

                Panel Four
                This shot is from outside the window. Karen cuts the corner. One bullet goes whizzing through her hair. Both bullets go through the hallway window.
                              SFX- (bullets passing through glass) Pssh! Pssh!

                Panel Five
                MIB1 (without the gun) slams MIB2’s gun against the wall.
                              MIB1- No! We need her alive remember?! She can’t lead us to the DG if she’s dead!

Page Fourteen

                Panel One
                Karen darts out of a hallway into another hallway at a cross road. She looks lost. There is an exit sign on the ceiling toward the bottom of the panel. She still has the sword.
                                 Karen- Shit. I’m lost.

                Panel Two
                Same panel, but MIB1 emerges from a hallway at the top of the panel. Karen turns her head to see him.
                                MIB1- I’ve got ‘er. Northeast corridor.
                                Karen- @#$#%!
                                Karen Cap- @#$#%!

                Panel Three
                Karen is running frantically down the hall with MIB1 chasing her. Their positions in the panel are; Karen, mid and MIB1 rear.

                Panel Four
                Same panel. They are closer to the foreground now. MIB1 is practically on top of Karen reaching out for her.

                Panel Five
                Same panel. Karen is in the immediate foreground getting tackled off panel by MIB2.

Page Fifteen

                Panel One
                MIB2 and Karen crash through a hallway window. The wooden sword crashes on impact against the window frame. The DG flies out of the broken sword and through the window as well. The DG looks like a red and black video card.
                                SFX- Crasssssh!
                                Karen Cap- Oh, no…

                Panel Two
                Karen and MIB2 are in free fall; falling with shattered glass, his gun, the broken sword and the DG outside the apartment building. Both Karen and MIB2 are afraid and in shock. The DG is in the foreground at the bottom of the panel. It is activating, the fan is spinning within and it’s glowing a fierce red. Karen is seemingly grasping for it.
                                DG- Emergency Proximity Activation. Makai Change.

                Panel Three
                A red portal, a demon gate, opens from the DG and Karen is falls into it.

Page Sixteen and Seventeen
                Henshin Sequence- Think Sailor Moon crossed with the Schumacher Batman Suit up, and Iron Man Suit up.

                Panel One
                ONI’s gauntlets materialize over Karen’s hands.
                                   DG Cap- 14%

                Panel Two
                ONI’s greaves materialize on to Karen’s legs.

                Panel Three
                The DG becomes ONI’s belt buckle and the belt materializes.
                                    DG Cap- 42%

                Panel Four
                Karen is in free fall like a skydiver with her arms and legs spread out. Her body is naked, but glowing. Think back to Sailor Moon’s transformation sequence. The environment she’s falling through is a hellish mix of fire and blazing red energy.

                Panel Five
                ONI’s torso armor materializes on to Karen’s body.
                                    DG Cap- 70%

                Panel Six
                ONI’s tail skirt materializes over Karen’s butt. Emphasis on the butt.

                Panel Seven
                ONI’s helmet materializes over Karen’s face.
                                   DG Cap- 98%

Page Eighteen

                Full Page Panel
                Karen crashes to the ground Iron Man style creating a small crater in the asphalt. MIB2 crashes into the roof of his black sedan.
                                 DG- Transformation Complete.
Page Nineteen

                Panel One
                Karen, now ONI, is excited and hops up with her arms outstretched examining her new form.
                                ONI- No $%#@ way!
                                Karen Cap- Nah uh!
                                ONI- I’m #$%#&*@ Iron Man!
                Panel Two
                Karen’s face inside the helmet examining her HUD. She’s smiling like a kid on Christmas.
                                DG Cap- Optimizing interface for new user.
                                DG Cap- Unable to connect to ONI Network.
                                DG Cap- Tasks. Primary Objective; Reboot ONI Network
                                DG Cap- You have new messages in your Inbox.
                                Karen- Whoa, Whoa wait a minute. First things first…
Page Twenty

                Panel One
                MIB1 is has his back turned to the window Karen and MIB2 crashed out of. He’s holding two fingers to his ear as if using a radio transmitting device.
                                MIB1- We have a new development.

                Panel Two- Splash Panel
                ONI leaps up into view of the window ready to pounce on MIB1. MIB1 turns around in panic, looking at ONI.
                               ONI- Payback’s a bitch!
                               To Be Continued Cap

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

The Redeemers # 1 : The New Born King










Issue #1 
February 2013

The New Born King
Rated PG-13
Created & Written by Frankie Rodriguez


All characters are the property of Frankie Rodriguez. Any likeness is purely coincidental. This is an updated version.


As the smell of burnt human flesh and melted glass crashed through his apartment window, Seraph Summers had awakened not a happy man. His light brown skinned body had twirled away from the shower of broken glass and the incoming torrent of flame that encase what seemed to be, in Seraph’s eyes, a tall man. The fire had nearly engulfed the man entirely as Seraph unwrapped the sheet that he clinged to his naked body as he moved away. Seraph quickly blanketed the burning man, hoping that it will help put out the flames. The burning man turned around 3 more rotations till he crashed against the door of Seraph’s nicely decorated bedroom on the seventh floor of his apartment building. After the third rotation, the burning man had stopped the fire on his flesh and clothes; locked in the embrace of the once maroon, now maroon and . . . soot blanket.
Seraph quickly crawled to the now not-so burning man while grabbing his cell phone; entering 911 as he continued to check on his unexpected visitor. There were at least two rings that past. Seraph gazed at the man; noticing that his face was somewhat burnt but not as badly as the rest of his body could have been. Seraph sighed as the third ring passed.
“Can you talk? Are you awake?” Seraph stated.
The former burning man moaned painfully, sounding like the wail of a ghost from an actual scary film. Seraph’s brow furred for a moment as he began to stand up.
“You gotta be in a lot of pain. Just hang in there,” as the fifth ring passed on his cellphone, Seraph continued to talk with a soothing voice. “The ambulance will come and they will fix you right up and then I can find out why the hell you crashed through my window doing your best Human Torch impression.”
Seraph was a proud nerd but this was not the time to think of such things. The burning man revealed his left arm; his hand mostly burnt with the flesh gone in several of his fingers and some blood slightly dripping. The burning man, even though he is not burning anymore, stretched out his hand and opened the palm.
“What are you trying to tell me? Try to save your strength but can you possibly tell me your name or anything that happened?” Seraph inquired, as he felt a draft that danced on his back, down between his legs as he tightened his butt a little from the cool, spring air. Seraph then yelped for a moment, realizing why he was cold.
“Oh geez! I am sure, sir. I didn’t . . . expect a man to come through my window. My door maybe if he was invited but not through my window into my bedroom and I sleep naked and you are seeing my dick and . . .”
A female voice as started chiming in. “Hello, This is 911. What is your situation? Does it have to do with your penis?”
Seraph shook his head, not realizing that 911 finally picked up. “Um . . .no. No. This isn’t for me. This is for this guy who crashed through my window.”
“Is he suffering any broken bones? What is his name and where are you located?” The questions spat out of the operator almost as it she were a robot who had no life.
“I am not sure cause he can barely speak cause when he crashed through my window, he was on fire. I live on 236 McDowell Street, Apt 717,” Seraph spoke with urgency. “He was burnt pretty badly and I doubt the crash did him any good. So you’d better hurry.”
“Ok sir. I am dispatching an ambulance and the police to your location stat. And you are?”
            “Seraph Summers. No relation to the guy on my floor. Please hurry.” There was a quick click after Seraph’s final word to the operator as he then gazed at the outstretched hand of the being formerly known as the burning man; well, in Seraph’s mind anyway.
            “What are you . . .?”
            The raspy voice was both gravely but filled with some kind of phlegm, or possibly blood thought Seraph, considering that the man was burnt alive. “Please . . .after . . . so much . . . and so . . . long . . . finally found . . . you.”
            “Wait. What?” Seraph was extremely confused as he gazed at a silver object in the deep fried hand of this man on his floor.
            “You . . . are . . . the first. You . . . are . . .king.” Every word was left out with a pain that Seraph could not only hear but feel as the man on his floor struggled to get those words out.
            “King? What do you mean? You were deliberately crashing through my window. Why the hell for?” Seraph was very, very confused by all this as he kneed closer to the man without touching him.
            The man moaned again in pain as phlegm, vomit and blood shot through his mouth, brimming over like lava in an erupting volcano. After that cleared, the man quickly said his final words. “You . . . are the . . . King. Find . . . the other . . .six. Take . . . the Eye. And beware . . . cause they are . . . all . . .coming.”
            With that, the man’s arm dropped while his eyes closed. Seraph fearfully looked at the man when he noticed booming against his door.
            “Mr. Summers! It’s the police with some EMTs. Hurry to the door please!” the voice behind that command was gruff and authoritative. Seraph gazed at the metal object, snatching it in his hands. The young man sprinted to his door; unlocking the 3 locks on it to allow the police officers and EMTs to head to the burning man.
            “He just lost consciousness! Hurry! He’s in my bedroom!”
            Seraph gripped tightly the metal object that man dropped to the ground. He felt jolts of energy filling his body but was not concerned about them at the moment as the two police officers glared at Seraph up and down.
            “Um . . . Sir. We are gonna ask you some questions,” the voice from just seconds ago behind the door now belonged to the face of a tall, stocky black police officer in a form fitting shirt and a bald head with a beard. His partner was a slightly younger looking white cop with red hair and a crew cut with a long sleeved shirt. “But um . . . could you put on some clothes first?”
            Seraph turned bright red after giving a quick look down. His naked body for all to see was being showcased to ever person in his house. Luckily, the EMTs were concentrating on the old man, thought Seraph; but Lord, is this embarrassing.
            “Yeah. Sure.” Seraph quickly side-stepped the EMTs as they checked over the body while he got dressed, throwing on a pair of blue jeans, some white socks and a navy blue shirt with white and black inking of a cross and 12 angel wings on it. Seraph spun around to head to the police officers; who had followed him to just outside the room when one of the EMTs, a short, pudgy man gave his final diagnosis.
            “This man didn’t make it. He’s gone.”
            The black, stocky police detective named Carver Graves turned to Seraph. In his hand, the metal object with an eye carved into it began to glow yellow for a moment then stopped.  Officer Graves’ eyebrow pointed up for a minute while glancing at Seraph, who was drying tears that welled in his eyes. “Mr. Summers, you will be having to come with us.” Graves turned to his partner. “Brown, you stay here till reinforcements so we can close off the scene.”
            Seraph sighed as he thought to himself, You know, this never happens to Batman. Heck even Spidey gets off easier . . .maybe not.
            As Seraph followed Officer Graves out, Officer Brown and the EMTs are beginning to cover the scene till forensics and detectives arrive. In his hand, the metal eye glowed yellow again, filling Seraph with a surge as he left his apartment with some shoes and a final thought..
            This is gonna be a long night.

----

    Her name was Jannie Waltkins. She was an EMT that was supposed to be working tonight. Yet, her last gasps of breath leave her as my hands. Jannie Waltkins took her last breath as I choked her. She falls to the ground, her head banging on the asphalt and piss that litered this corner. I take a deep breath.
  Long ago, I used to have my own destiny. But then I kept hearing voices. Over and over and over again. Voices were calling out to me. Some were beautiful, enchanting voices. Others were gritty, dirty... angry voices. All of them told me that my life was not my own on that day. And that was in the middle of making love to my wife. Then the voices came ... I thought these were tricks by people who long wanted me dead.
   Fact of the matter was, that day ended everything for me. I stopped making love to my wife and saw her eyes  ... those eyes.

   The body of Jannie Waltkins began to twists and turn but seemingly, like her mind was not controlling her body by something else. Suddenly, red liquor metal sprang forth from her belly button, her mouth spat out the red mercury that slowly filled her body. Jannie Waltkin's body was changing before her eyes. A sigil lit up on the man's forehead.
   This became my destiny. To murder people that were already dead ... to kill beings not of this Earth ... or this dimension. My name was Daryl Grayson.
   Daryl took out a gun of odd steampunk design with a large sapphire in the middle of this. He aimed it at the mess.
   "Didn't want your bullshit in the first place. So, go the fuck home or to hell."
  Daryl shoots of red mercury that was now taking a new shape. The bright blue blasts incinerates the being.
   I am now just the Requiem Knight. And I know the Redeemers are coming.
 
END OF Issue 1
NEXT MONTH: The World Gets a Little Crazier With Aliens, Area 51 & a mysterious wanderer.

 Letter to the Fans: 

   What you hold here is the beginning. Not just the story of the Redeemers. But for the biggest reason why the Broken Infinite got started. When I sat with Broken Infinite writers Darryll "YTC" Carter, Jeremias de Leon and Hector Ramirez, we wanted to build a new and exciting place for our writing to shine while we saved up to make comics. Yes, our ultimate goal is comics. And Oddly enough, we are not alone in this. New ideas come from many different places. And this is one we thought would be a great idea. 
     So, the three of us plotted and planned how to build this new idea. And as the J1 Studios site transformed, we needed a different arena to tell the stories WE want to tell. Make no mistake. These stories will be filled with action, adventure, murder, mystery and sometimes, gore. This is where we won't have many limits.
     As the three of us came up with characters, the Broken Infinite seemed to come together. So, CBC evolved. Alongside Eric McLeod, Jeremias de Leon, Jake Estrada and Jeff Williams, CBC died and we started, The Broken Infinite. As this site was planned, we started with 3 launch titles, now, we are gonna have at least 5 titles. The Redeemers was first chosen because I wanted to start off with a story to say that we're here; we understand you but this is gonna be a little different from the norm. As the Redeemers come together, you will find that this group has a very interesting destiny. And that is a plot point. 
     The other titles coming up include Oni, Silver Thorn, Perception and 2 other mystery titles. And While there will be several titles that are in a shared universe, we will also have a separate imprint for titles that are not a part of the main Broken Infinite universe.  
     So welcome. Break the monotony! Break the creative wall! Break the Cycle! Welcome to the Broken Infinite. It's gonna be a hell of a ride. 

                                                                  - The Broken Infinite Founder & Editor-in-Chief

                                                                                       Frankie Rodriguez


PS. I know this is a re-release. It has a new scene and the Redeemers are now part of the Shared BI Universe. See You Next Month.

Thursday, June 28, 2012

Premier Reality: Chapter I - Dawn


by Darryll B. Carter

The shining eye of heaven rose and spread its light across the land. The light shone into a bedroom adorned with ivory walls. It enlightened the first bed covered by pale sheets. Underneath the milky covers was a caramel female with blue hair, Jayda.

“What happened…?” She rubbed her head.

She stepped out of bed to the warm floor. She examined the clothing she was wearing. Her body was dressed in white bloomers and a matching chemise. Her face filled with confusion. She scratched her arm and held it there.

The room was void of objects besides the bed she emerged from and the bed across the way. The sheets draped over a body on the bed. Jayda walked over to the bed slowly. She stops a few feet away and leaned forward on the tip of her toes. The body rolled over to reveal a light skinned female. She opened her eyes much like the sun rose.

“Who are you?” She stared Jayda in the eyes.

“Jayda. You?”

“Athena.”

“Where are we?” She said waving her hand around.

“How the hell am I supposed to know?” Athena said rising up. “Don’t you know?”

“My guess is a church.” Jayda said pointing to a steeple outside.

“Is that door locked?” Athena asked.

Jayda turned around and looked at the gold and crimson trimmed silver door. She walked over and turned the handle. The door opened with a click.

“Guess not.”

Athena walked over with long brown hair trailing behind to her waist. The two females crept into the unknown hallway. The flooring was made of white marble and seams of gold. The hallway was bright as a summer day and lush with paintings.  Athena stopped and stared at the picture of a behemoth figure hovering in the night sky blocking out the moon.

“I think we can scratch the church theory.”

Jayda walked up to the painting. “What the hell is that?!”

“I dunno.” Athena said examining the picture.

“Well despite the picture, this doesn’t seem like a bad place.”

“Love doesn’t seem like a bad place at first either.” Athena began to look down the hall.

“It just doesn’t make sense!” Jayda stomped her foot. “I was outside waiting for the bus, next thing I know I wake up here!”

“I know what you mean.” Athena’s eye noticed an open door at the hall’s end. “Yo, let’s go check out that room down there.”

The flowing brunette and sapphire pigtail scaled the hall and entered the open room. The room was an overall contrast to their own. It was filled with color and stayed to the theme of the doors. The carpet was wine and the walls were covered with pearl and gold tapestries. In the center of the room was a bed with a corresponding frame and matching sheets. Under the bleached sheets was a young man no older than them.

“There is someone…In the bed.” Jayda whispered. “You think they got here like us?”

Athena walked closer and looked at his face. She examined him up and down.

“I think so. He’s dressed in weird clothes too.”

Jayda walked forward and her mind was blown away.

“Oh shit! That’s Darc!”

“Darc?”

“Darc indeed.” Ingrid entered the room.

Jayda and Athena turned around to the blonde mistress dressed in her gown. Ingrid stood in the doorway and smiled.

“I am Priestess Ingrid.” She bowed. “I am sure you cannot fathom as to why you are here.”

“Damn right.” Jayda said with a glare.

“Please follow me.” Ingrid walked down the hall.

“What is with the dress code in this place?” Jayda looked at her clothing shaking her head. “I say we wake Darc and get out of here.”

“I’m gonna follow her.” Athena said walking out of the room.

“Wait, why?”

Jayda jogged up to Athena and the two followed Ingrid down the hall.

Darc’s eyes opened as he pushed up off the bed. He rolled over and fell the four feet to the ground.
“Ugh.” He looked down at his clothing. He seemed be wearing some form of medieval bed-wear.
Darc looked around and took note of the elaborate room; the drapes, the lavish bed and the golden trimmed floor. He got up, dusted off his white tunic and shorts and walked out the door. He descended a flight of nearby stairs. Several females dressed in white and powder blue priestess gowns, similar to Ingrid’s, stood at the staircase’s end. The gowns and the headdresses resembled that of a nun.

“How’d I get in church?” He said scratching his butt.

The nun-like women knelt before him as he passed by. He was confused and disoriented. He stumbled down a flight of stairs and fell into a garden of elegance. Bushes, trees, and flowers of all colors of the spectrum radiated the area. The fallen Darc was crowded by a flock of little girls. They all swarmed over him and jumped on him with smiles and laughs. Ingrid arrived on scene with Athena and Jayda.

“Ok. But what does Darc’s lineage have to do with us?” Athena folded her arms.

“He needs you.” Ingrid said softly.

“What?” Jayda questioned.

Darc stood up and a few of the children grabbed his hands. Darc looked at them with a laugh and a smile.

“Are you guys my cousins too?” He laughed.

“Darc.” Ingrid called.

Darc looked up and saw his cousin with two females beside her. He didn’t recognize the brunette, but he stared at the little one more than twice. She was a caramel beauty that put a sweet dinner desert to shame. Her soft round tipped nose and cat- like shaped eyes made his heart pound. His eyes scrolled from her eyes downward along her sloped shoulders and small but proportionate frame. His view rolled pass her average chest to her small waste. He stood to his feet as she walked over to him standing just below Darc’s shoulder.

“Jayda…?” He said in awe. “What are you…?”

“That’s what I wanna know.” She glared at him.

“Darc is but fraction of what is needed to restore the balance.”

“What?”

“Let her finish Jayda.” Darc looked at the sapphire-head.

“To correct the flow of energy, certain individuals must be assembled. Darc is one of these individuals, as is every rightful king.” She turned to Athena and Jayda. “You two are one of these individuals as well.”

“What?” Athena glanced at Darc. “Why us?”

“Exactly!” Jayda added.

“The ones chosen depend on the king. You two are the only souls compatible along with the others. There is a connection between your souls. There aren’t any others over two universes.” Ingrid looked at the silent Darc.

“I don’t even know him.” Athena stressed.

“She’s right.” Darc sat down and stared off into the air. “This is all pretty heavy…”

“Darc, you can’t possibly go along with this.”

“Jayda…” He looked at her softly. “My life was a pain in the ass already.”

“Exactly.” Jayda turned to Athena with her hand out. “Athena?”

“I don’t know…”

“The world is doomed if you do not fulfill your birthright.”

“We’re not even from this world!” Jayda stressed. “Send me back home!”

“If Tellus falls into destruction so will Earth. To balance the universe if one planet goes, all its equivalents will perish as well. Like a chain, they are all connected.” She grew concerned. “You would still deny your duty knowing your world faces peril as well?”

“I never planned to deny it in the first place.” Darc turned and looked at the girls. “Jayda you know I have to do this. I need your help on this.”

Jayda turned away. “You’re asking for a lot.”

“I know…” Darc turned his attention to Athena.  “I don’t know who you are, but apparently I need you too.”

Athena stared into the depths of Darc’s brown eyes. She almost seemed to be judging him. Her mind raced, her heart pounded, and she was lost. She was lost in this foreign world, with people she didn’t even know.

“I’m in.”

“What?” She turned to Athena in shock. “You don’t even know Darc.”

“I don’t know about you, but I’d much rather not see Earth destroyed.” Athena stood sternly.

“Jayda…?” Darc stood up.

Jayda could feel Darc’s eyes. “Fine…”

Darc closed his eyes and bowed his head. “Thank you. So what do we do Ingrid?”

“You must seek out the lost sanctuaries of the Goddess. At the sanctuaries you must acquire your Knight Arms and their guardians.”
“What is a Knight Arm?” Darc asked.

“A Knight Arm is a sacred and ancient weapon created by the Goddess, to give man a chance to save themselves from damnation. They are the tools used in restoring the balance or destroying it.

“You said something about guardians?” Athena asked.

“I am unable to truly elaborate.” She spoke in dismay. “They haven’t been seen for several centuries. All I know is they protect the Knight Arm and its bearer. In time of dire need they will come to the bearer’s aid. ”

“Sounds like a load of crap.”

Darc looked at Jayda.

“It does.” She shrugged.

“So I guess we’re off?” Darc asked.

“It would be best to rendezvous with the others at the Tower of…”

A young girl came running up with cuts and bruises and fell to the floor. She fell to the floor in distress. Ingrid knelt beside her as did Darc.

“Fi…fi…fiend…” She gasped for air. “Armory…”

Ingrid took off running into the building. The girl grabbed Darc’s arm. Her eyes burned with fear. Her hand lost its grip and fell to the ground. Darc was befuddled. He looked at her chest which was no longer pulsing and watched blood flow from beneath her. Darc took off into the building as Athena and Jayda watched in shock. Darc followed the screams and arrived in a large room with a creature. It was a large creature and about five men tall.  It was a monstrous plant, green like a flower’s stem and shaped like a bulb. Tentacles, the color of a rose’s pedal swung around the room spawning from within the bulb. Along the side Ingrid lay unconscious.

“Ingrid!” Darc stood before the creature as another young priestess arrived.

“Help me!”

Darc looked upward to find a girl being constricted in the vines of the monster. Athena and Jayda arrived on the scene and gazed upon the colossal giant.

“Whoa.”  Athena was stunned.

“Is she ok?” Jayda checked Ingrid’s vitals.

A tentacle skull thick knocked Darc into the air. He soared into a rack of swords. His body was mutilated with flowing wounds.

“AHHH!!!”

Darc lay on the ground and grabbed a large sword. He stood and took a stance.

“There is a big weed attacking me!” He grinned. “That’s what I’m talking about. Finally something to really use a sword on!”

The tentacles of the plant were numerous, but there were four that were dominant. They were thicker than a tree and acted as appendages causing all the destruction and damage. One of the death-vines raced for Darc. He dove to the side and hit the ground. He rolled under the vine and clung to it. The vine retracted at great speed and sent Darc flying toward the captive girl. He soared right for her and straight through the vines. The tentacle was severed by his sword and fell to the floor along with Darc. It writhed on the floor sending the violet dressed girl rolling toward Athena and Jayda. A dominant vine coiled around Darc’s body and hurled him into the bulb and swallowed him whole.

“Darc!” Jayda nearly died.

Athena’s shock was only enhanced. She started to scan the area. She grabbed a bow and quiver. She slipped the quiver onto her back and readied a shot. The violet adorned girl struggled up coughing and gasping.

“Shoot…it in the eye...”

“What eye?” Athena searched the area.

“Look… at the end of the black tentacle.” She coughed.

Athena searched for the onyx vine amongst the threads of red and green. Then amidst the vines an eye and black tentacle emerged.

Athena staggered backward. “Holy…”

“It’s going underground.” The girl rose to her feet.

“Hurry Athena!”

“I’m trying! I’m not Robin Hood!”

“I am. Give it to me.” Jayda walked over and put her hand out. “Stop it from getting away!”

Athena handed Jayda the bow and quiver and took off. Jayda took aim. She fired arrows repeatedly tearing down the vines in her path. Every time an arrow came close to the eye another of its tentacles took the hit. The man eater was half way under the ground.

“Ugh! The damn vines! Athena!”

Athena ran up with a lance and charged right into the weed. She left the lance in the demon plant and braced it against the floor. She ran for another and rammed it in its side. Then again all around the beast like the numbers on a clock. The fiend burrowed further and screeched in pain. As it burrowed deeper the lances dug deeper into its sides. Jayda cocked her bow and armed it with two arrows. She let go and sent the arrows darting through the air. They rushed for the eye, one was deflected by the small vines and the final continued on piercing right through the eye. The creature began to shriek bringing everyone to their knees. It began to convulse and spewed red fluid all over. Its belly tore open as it collapsed in death. The tear opened wider as the wet and grassy Darc stepped out. His face was blank as everyone looked at him in silence.

“What? No victory music?” Darc fell to the floor.

“He’s gonna need new clothes.” Jayda said with a grimace.