: Episode 1: "The First Spark"
Uncle Calvin: Alright nephew, buckle the fuck up — time for your bedtime story.
Kid Storm: Can you read the one about the legend?
Uncle Calvin: Sure thing, kiddo.
Once upon a time, there was a legend called the God of Lightning.
Fast. Fearless. Unstoppable.
Well… was unstoppable.
Till some motherfucker called The Unknown decided to conquer every damn universe — ours included. The legend tried to stop him… and died like a dumbass.
The Unknown was so damn powerful he could make whatever he wanted real.
He built an empire — the Acendants — almost a million warriors, each with a different element: earth, fire, wind, light… and all that crazy shit.
But of course, power doesn't sit still. The empire fell apart, turned into pure chaos, and everyone went their own fucked-up way.
Some hid among humans, had kids, passed powers around. That's how powered folks started popping up again.
The Unknown still runs shit, and If we don't follow him… we're all screwed.
So we wait for a new legend. A new God of Lightning.
Uncle Calvin: Alright, story's done. Sleep tight, kiddo — long ass day tomorrow.
(Light clicks off. Door shuts.)
Aunt Terresa: When are you gonna tell him his father was the legend?
Uncle Calvin: When he's ready,
(Screen fades to black — title card "THE UNKNOWN" flashes, then fades to five years later.)
Five Years Later – The First Spark
Same old day, same old beating — courtesy of his cousin Chase.
Chase: Yo, cuz! You finish that assignment yet?
Teen Storm: Ah, shit… forgot.
Chase: Forgot? That's fifty percent of my grade thats like almost half.
Teen Storm: exactly half.
Chase: You think this is joke time?
Teen Storm: Kinda feels like it.
Chase: Five seconds run
Teen Storm: (Already running)
Chase: Somebody catch him!
(A friend of chase trips Storm — he crashes hard.)
Teen Storm: Aww, shit!
(They jump him. Scene cuts.)
Dinner Scene
Aunt Terresa: What the fuck happened to you?
Teen Storm: Oh, just your adopted son trying to beat me into next week.
Y'all ever gonna stop him?
Uncle Calvin: How about you quit being a punk and stand the fuck up?
Aunt Terresa: And how the hell is he supposed to do that? He's thinner than a damn broomstick.
Uncle Calvin: And punches like he's allergic to violence too can't forget that one.
Teen Storm: Y'all straight-up suck.
Aunt Terresa: Language!
Teen Storm: Language my ass — I speak the way the fuck I want!
Uncle Calvin: Watch your damn mouth.
Teen Storm: Or what, wheeze me into shape?, You cant even run a mile without having to be rushed to the ICU.
Uncle Calvin: Upstairs. Grounded.
Aunt Terresa: For a damn month!
Teen Storm: Fine.
Aunt Terresa: And when you behave maybe we'll spare you—
Teen Storm: Maybe I'll spare both your asses first.
Uncle Calvin: What the fuck was that?
Teen Storm: Nothin'. Just the couch screaming for help — learn to get your ass up old man.
(Door slams. Books fall.)
Storm picks them up, notices a picture — his dad.
His eyes water.
Teen Storm: Dad… where the are you dad? Why'd you leave me?
(Screen fades to black.)
Late Night – Robbery
Uncle Calvin: That boy has no right to be up in my house and disrespect us like this
Aunt Terresa: You know one day hes going to find out about his dad and hes going to hate us for not telling him.
Uncle Calvin: well maybe one day he will realise it was for his own damn safety .
Aunt Terresa: Well dont you think we should dial it down with the way we treat him?
Uncle Calvin: Nah, he'll man the fuck up.
(Glass shatters. Calvin's eyes flare red, body flickers with flames.)
Uncle Calvin: Stay here — I'll check that shit out.
Aunt Terresa: Yeah, sure, because I was planning on sitting still anyway.
(Crash! Offscreen battle — Calvin shouts:)
Uncle Calvin: Who the fuck are you—!
(Thud. Wall explodes; Calvin lands near Terresa.)
Uncle Calvin (breathing hard): Get the kids and get the fuck out — NOW!
Terresa runs through smoke and falling plaster. Grabs Chase, then storms to Storm's room.
Aunt Terresa: We're being fucking robbed!
Teen Storm: Oh really? Did the flying furniture give it away or Uncle Calvin getting his ass handed to him?
Aunt Terresa: Get up! Let's move!
Chase: I'm helping.
Aunt Terresa: Boy, you ain't ready — you'd be dead in seconds.
Teen Storm: That'd be a miracle in disguise.
Chase: I don't care — I'm going.
Aunt Terresa: Fine, just don't die, motherfucker.
Teen Storm: Or do. Saves us all the trouble.
Aunt Terresa: Move!
Teen Storm: So when y'all going to tell me he had powers Uncle had powers?
Aunt Terresa: Was gonna tell you when you got yours… guess luck skipped you.
Teen Storm: Watch out!
(Roof starts collapsing; Storm yanks them both out.)
Aunt Terresa: Thanks, shit…
Teen Storm: No problem.
Attacker — Earth-powered brute — hurls jagged rock spikes. Calvin and Chase dodge, but shards fly straight for Storm.
Aunt Terresa: Move, damn it!
She jumps in front — spikes pierce her chest.
Calvin and Chase lose it, going full berserk on the intruder.
Storm kneels by her.
Teen Storm: Aunt T, I'm sorry for the shit I said. Please… stay with me.
Aunt Terresa: I..I… love you… all…
(Her hand falls. She's gone.)
Storm freezes. The air hums. Clouds swirl outside. Electricity dances on his skin.
Lightning crawls up his arms, wrapping his body. Eyes glow pure white.
He screams — the sound cracks the night — and a bolt crashes down, blowing the attacker across the street and blacking out the whole damn neighborhood.
Teen Storm: You… you're gonna fucking pay for that.
He charges — fists wrapped in pure lightning.
Screen fades to black
: EP.2 PT.1: THE UNFOLDING OF SECRETS
(Starts at the funeral — cloudy, light drizzle. People standing around. Storm steps up, throat thick.)
Teen Storm: um… hey, thank y'all for comin'.
Chase: you suck.
Random guy: shut the fuck up, he's talkin' here.
Teen Storm: as you know, my aunt was a caring person — to me, to Chase, to Unc, and to everyone. And to be honest, I speak for everyone when I say we didn't give her the respect she deserves. Especially me. Aunt T, I just wanna say I'm sorry for the shit I said and put you through — and to you too, Unc.
Chase: where's my sorry?
(Gets ignored.)
Teen Storm: and I truly hope one day I do make you proud.
(Storm walks slow to the casket. He reaches out — fingers touch the wood — and the memory rips him away.)
FLASHBACK / FIGHT (plays as his memory — all three minutes compressed into two seconds)
(Lightning bleeds across his pupils left → right. White-blue glow. The world explodes into the night of the fight: rain, smashed glass, wood splinters, Aunt T bleeding in his arms. The attacker — rock-skinned, smirking — steps up.)
Teen Storm (mental scream): YOU MOTHERFUCKER… YOU KILLED HER…
(He moves like a storm — fists a blur of lightning. He slams the attacker into walls, into cars, into the street. Rock spikes explode up; Storm ducks and folds over them, lightning snapping in his wake. Every hit echoes Aunt T's voice; every dodge is memory and pain. He lifts the attacker, slams him, sends him flying. A white-hot sphere of lightning builds in his palm — death on a plate.)
Uncle Calvin (memory, furious): NEPHEW! STOP! THAT'S NOT WHAT SHE WOULD'VE WANTED!
Chase (memory): BRO, YOU'RE ABOUT TO KILL HIM!
(Storm screams DIE — raises the sphere — then hands clamp on his wrist. Calvin and Chase yank him back mid-strike. The sphere collapses; the attacker is thrown aside, alive and broken. The chaos collapses back into a flash of rain and light.)
(Lightning fades. Pupils go normal. Storm drops to his knees, breath ripping, hands on the casket. Three minutes felt like two seconds.)
(Back at the funeral: Storm presses his forehead to the wood.)
Teen Storm: I love you, Aunt.
Random guy (muttering): is it me or is he being too awkwardly dramatic for a black kid?
(Calvin walks over, clumsy, stiff.)
Uncle Calvin (muttering, soft): thank you, kiddo.
(Then — like always — he tries to flip the mood.)
Uncle Calvin (loud): Alright — let's partyyy for Terresa!
Everyone: (shouts, half-laugh, half-cry — family doing family)
(Screen fades. Cut to the house — the rain slapping the porch as they walk in.)
Uncle Calvin: damn sure it's pourin' as hell out there.
(Front door closes.)
Teen Storm: I'm beat.
Chase: and I'm hungry.
Teen Storm: who's cooking now that Aunt Terresa's gone?
Uncle Calvin: you can bet your asses it sure ain't gonna be me.
Chase: what you looking at me for? I ain't cooking shit.
Teen Storm: cool — guess we starvin' to death. 😒
Uncle Calvin: hey geniuses, why don't y'all pull out your smart thingys and order food from Uber eats?
Chase: um, I don't think Uber sells food like that.
Teen Storm: it doesn't it delivers food— and don't worry, dinners on me.
Uncle Calvin: alrighty then — you ain't useless after all.
Chase: finally pullin' some weight.
Teen Storm: if that's your way of sayin' thanks, you need people skills.
Uncle Calvin: shut up and order already.
Teen Storm: chill, grandpa — food won't be here for twenty. Gives you time to tell us why you been hiding your powers.
Uncle Calvin: you really think this the time—
Storm & Chase (in unison): spit it, old man.
Uncle Calvin: oh what the heck — our bloodline—
Teen Storm: and by that he means me and him, not you, Chase.
Chase: shut up.
Uncle Calvin: as I was sayin', our bloodline runs only from lightning and fire — which are actually the top-tier acents . Third is earth, of course.
Chase: wait — what are acents?
Teen Storm: where the fuck did you get this guy?
Uncle Calvin: acents are powers the Unknown gave to his empire also known as Ascendents. The only reason acents still exist today is 'cause people kept breedin'. In the acents hierarchy we got four stages:
Normies — no powers at all.
Teen Storm: so, humans.
Uncle Calvin: yes. Then we got arcenders— people like me; we got powers but look almost normal compared to the third stage . Third, Immortals — men of the Unknown; they guard everything and nobody knows much 'bout 'em right now only 5 of them still exist used to be 6 but one of the man escaped. Last is the Unknown — nobody really knows that motherfucker except that he's freakishly strong and scary as shit.
Teen Storm: you still ain't tellin' us why you hid your powers.
Uncle Calvin: yeah no shit, Sherlock. I was about to tell you — then we got distracted by this insect over here—
Chase: hey!
Uncle Calvin: —but back to my story, our bloodline—
Chase: wait, how many elements are there?
Teen Storm: oh my fucking goodness.
Uncle Calvin (muttering): I knew we shouldn't have adopted your ass. Right now the recorded elements are fire, lightning, water, and earth since there the only one that still exist — lightning's the strongest and most common, water less so.
Teen Storm: what about wind and the others?
Chase: oh, so now you give a damn.
Uncle Calvin: well, those once were weak — the Unknown wiped the weak ones out. Now whoever interrupts me is gonna get some B.T.A.
Chase and teen storm(in unison): B.T.A?
Uncle Calvin: belt-to-ass, you uncultured fucks.
Chase: damn.
Uncle Calvin (serious, looks at Storm): me and your dad — was good friends with the God of Lightning.
Chase: wow, old is your ass.
Uncle Calvin: okay, you earned yourself an ass whoopin'. Your dad tried to help the legend get rid of the Unknown but get I guess that was a lost cause
Teen Storm: Aren't you the older brother why didn't you stop him
Uncle Calvin: Once your dad made up his mind to help the legend there was nothing we can do
Teen Storm (quiet, to himself): he's lyin'. He's Story's incomplete.
(KNOCK KNOCK at the door.)
Delivery man: delivery!
(Storm walks to the door. He reaches for the handle — lightning jumps up his arm, flash — knocking storm back into the back yard like he got launched. Door knob flies away burned into a crisp.)
Uncle Calvin: pay for the food — I'll go get him.
(Calvin steps out, to the back yard and sees nothing but the dark. Chase opens the front door, grabs the food, hands the man cash.)
Chase: here — now get gone.
Delivery man: no tip?! Seriously?
Chase slams the door
Delivery man: I hate my job.
(Cut to yard: Storm's out a bit away, shaky, a bright afterglow on his hands. Calvin calls but no answer.)
Uncle Calvin: ey! Nephew! Get your ass over here its muddy out here and I ain't tryna ruin my new kicks!
(Calvin sees a bright light in the distance, runs, finds Storm laying on the ground — picks him up, brings him inside.)
(Storm wakes up on the couch.)
Teen Storm: what the fuck happened?
Uncle Calvin: the real question — what's bothering you?
Teen Storm: are you on drugs again? 'Cause I don't know what the fuck you on.
Uncle Calvin: should've mentioned — powers react to emotion. If you pissed or upset, they go bunkers. So tell me, nephew — what's eatin' you?
Teen Storm: argh. Fine. I feel like I should've been the one who died that night, not her.
Uncle Calvin: She was doing the right thing
Teen storm: And I feel like I should've killed that guy to avenge her — but your asses got in the way.
Uncle Calvin: It's not what she would have wanted
Teen Storm: And how do you know huh? (Thunder rumbling in the background)
Uncle Calvin: You tryna say after 20 years of marriage through highs and lows I wouldn't know what the woman of my life would've wanted. Your aunt cared about you the most and trust me when I say this kiddo she wouldn't want you to lift the burden and grief of murder as it can impact someone and change them
Teen storm: (sighs)
Uncle Calvin: you need to learn how to control 'em.
Teen Storm: how?
Uncle Calvin: I know an old friend who can teach you the ropes.
(Fade OUT)
:EP.3 PT.2: THE UNFOLDING OF SECRETS
(Merged with the cinematic training scene)
Starts off with a sick type beat montage showing Storm putting on his pants, shirt, clean kicks and so on. Then transitions to Storm standing in front of an old house that looks abandoned.
Teen Storm (on a call): Yo Unc, you sure this the right address?
Uncle Calvin (on a call): Sure is, kiddo. The man who lives in there mentored me and your father. Trust me when I say he's nothing but good.
Teen Storm: Alright, I'm heading in. Wish me luck.
Uncle Calvin: Shit boy, you're not applying for a job. Just go in already.
Hangs up.
Uncle Calvin (to himself): They were right… he is too dramatic for a black kid.
BACK TO STORM
He opens the door — loud creaking noises from the door and the floor.
Teen Storm: Um… hello?
(echoes… hello… hello…)
Mentor pops up behind Storm.
Mentor: Nice. Let yourself in.
Teen Storm: Oh shit! You can't be sneaking up on another man like that, for fuck's sake, I almost shit my pants!
Mentor: You say man… I see a skinny, fragile boy.
Teen Storm (to himself): Am I really that skinny?
Teen Storm: By the way, lovely house.
A piece of roof debris falls behind them.
Mentor: Thanks. Now what do you want before I put a glock up your ass and blow your intestines up?
Teen Storm: Aight chill, I don't want trouble. Are you the mentor of Uncle Calvin?
Mentor: Calvin… Calvin… Calvin… rings a bell but no memory.
Teen Storm: He's like 5 feet tall, black, and never wants to do shit.
Mentor: Oh THAT Calvin. I remember him. By the way, terrible description skills — that could've been any Calvin in the world.
Teen Storm: Shit, you gonna mentor me or what?
Mentor: Under one condition: what I say goes. You hear?
Teen Storm: Sure.
Mentor: You're gonna need a suit. Lightning and fire wielders are known for the suits — fireproof suits. I don't think I gotta explain that to you.
Teen Storm: Yeah, no.
Mentor: Choose your style.
Shows tablet with lightning suit models.
Teen Storm: points This one.
Mentor: Alright… same taste as an old friend. Not exactly, but similar.
Teen Storm: Say what now?
Mentor: Never mind. I'm gonna go make your suit. You chill and watch porn or masturbate — whatever you kids do nowadays.
Teen Storm: Alright.
Suit Creation
Beat kicks in.
Mentor stitching, welding, hammering, crafting Storm's suit in insane 7-second speed-run style.
Beat drops low.
Mentor: Hey! Put this on and let's get to work.
Teen Storm: Finally.
Beat comes back.
Mentor: Looking good, young man. Looking fresh. Reminds me of the old days when I could still pick up baddies that laid eyes on me. Now they just wanna die after they see me. Not the point.
They step into a huge dusty hall inside the mansion.
Broken chandeliers swing. Dust clouds float like lost souls. Every floorboard creaks like it's protesting rent.
Mentor: Alright boy… lesson one — hands up. I ain't tryna kill you, but I also ain't tryna watch you die stupid.
Teen Storm: Hold up! I don't even know what stance I'm supposed to—
Mentor: Just copy what I do damn it.
He drops into a clean fighter stance.
Storm tries… his knees crack like two dried twigs beefing.
Mentor: Jesus. Boy, your joints sound like a skeleton choir.
Storm charges anyway—
BOOM he trips over a floorboard and almost eats dust.
Mentor: AYO— you fell before I even swung! This gon' be a long day.
Teen Storm: The floor attacked me first!
Mentor: The floor ain't your enemy— your clumsy ass is.
He snaps.
Lightning flickers out of Storm's wrist.
Mentor: Good. Now hit me with that. Not too hard — I'm old, not immortal.
Storm charges with lightning sparking behind him like broken Christmas lights.
Mentor sidesteps and taps his neck.
Storm faceplants into a dusty couch — POOF dust everywhere.
Mentor: Rule one: never telegraph your moves. You out here announcing your attack like it's a TikTok dance tutorial.
Storm stands, coughing up dust.
Teen Storm: I'm fighting ghosts, asbestos, the floor AND you.
Mentor: EXACTLY. The mansion helping me train you.
He kicks a loose beam— the ceiling groans.
Teen Storm: Nah nah Uncle Calvin did NOT tell me "death by debris" was part of the training package.
Mentor: Shut up — eyes on me.
He throws a jab. Storm barely dodges. Lightning shoots, hits a statue.
Statue catches fire.
Teen Storm: OH SH— the house!!
Mentor: Don't worry! It was already on fire when I bought it.
(It wasn't.)
Storm swings again. Lightning arcs and blows a hole in the wall.
A whole section of the mansion collapses outside.
Teen Storm: YO I'M A MENACE.
Mentor (proud): That's it. That's the power I wanted to see.
He pats Storm's shoulder. Storm flinches.
Mentor: Relax. Good work… for someone built like a malnourished USB cable.
Teen Storm: Man just say I'm skinny.
Mentor: Shut up. Tomorrow we train real combat. Bet.
THE NEXT DAY
Mentor: Rule one: NEVER fight with emotion. The Empire was made of emotionless beings — fighting angry just makes your powers beat YOUR ass.
Teen Storm: Been there.
Mentor: Now come on. Basic combat skills. Bring it.
Teen Storm: Already?! I don't even know what to do yet!
Mentor: Think of it as "on the job training".
Teen Storm (to himself): I KNEW this felt like a job application.
Teen Storm: Aight… here I come—
Mentor: Boy get your dramatic twig ass OVER HERE.
Storm charges. Mentor blocks everything with disrespect.
Mentor: Not bad. Felt like being punched by a teddy bear. But hey — potential.
Teen Storm: …ouch.
Unleashing the Power
Mentor: You're holding back. We need something to trigger your abilities. But control that sh*t — one wrong move and we BOTH become fried chicken.
Teen Storm: Aight, hold up… it takes a bit to kick in.
Storm closes his eyes… remembers his aunt… electricity crawls up his arms like snakes, wraps around his body, eyes glowing white—
Then vanishes. Storm drops, exhausted.
Mentor: Again.
Teen Storm: Bro it feels like I ran a marathon TWICE.
Mentor: Exhaustion happens when you lack control. Again.
Teen Storm: Damn, chill! Let me breathe!
Mentor: You agreed to do what I say.
Teen Storm: I KNEW this was a trap.
Mentor: AGAIN.
Storm closes his eyes. Thinks of the man who killed his aunt. His entire aura explodes — lightning streaks up his arms, around his torso, legs — eyes blazing white.
Mentor: HOLD IT!
Teen Storm: grunting, struggling
Mentor: Now FORGIVE whatever's bothering you.
Teen Storm (weak): I can't forgive him…
Mentor (to himself): This is a bad idea…
Mentor: Fine then. Focus the anger on ME.
Teen Storm: Say less.
Thunder rumbles. Cloud forms overhead.
Mentor: Ah hell—here we go.
Storm rockets forward — BOOM — thunderclap behind him. Ground cracks. Lightning fists aimed at Mentor's skull.
Mentor (blocking): Not fast enough.
He knees Storm mid-air, tornado kicks him across the yard into a huge tree. Tree falls into the neighbor's house.
Teen Storm: H-how are you so fast—
Storm launches again — but Mentor disappears.
Mentor (behind him): Over here, dumbass.
Storm throws rapid-fire lightning punches — each one strong enough to punch door-sized holes in brick — but Mentor dodges all of them casually.
Storm gets angrier… more unstable… electricity flaring too big.
Mentor (realizing): Sh*t, he's gonna nuke the block.
Mentor uses his special move: Pin Point.
Jaw strike — skull vibrating.
Stomach punch — Storm folds like laundry.
Neck hit — Storm drops unconscious.
Storm Wakes Up
Teen Storm: yawns What happened?
Uncle Calvin: Good, you're awake.
Mentor: Told you he'd be fine.
Uncle Calvin: You lost control mid-fight. He had to put you to sleep before you turned the whole neighborhood into dust.
Teen Storm (embarrassed): …sorry.
Mentor: It happens. But you gotta numb yourself. You care too damn much — your emotions are cooking you alive.
Chase walks in.
Mentor: Not THIS kid again.
Teen Storm: You know him
Mentor: yep hes my latest student and my dumbest one too
Chase: Whoa, cool suit. Would make a great swimming suit.
Teen Storm: Bro I'm gonna be stronger than you. When I master this sh*t, you're cooked.
Chase: Over my dead body.
Uncle Calvin: Enough. No fighting in the house. Backyard only.
Lightning Lore
Teen Storm: How were you so fast?
Mentor: I'm a lightning wielder too.
Mentor:
• Lightning = fastest, best aim, can make anything you want out of lightning which means you can walk on air when mastered
• Fire = strong, fly, big spread
• Earth = heavy hitters
• Water = smartest in the room
Chase: Cool.
Mentor: Walk with me to my car. I'll tell you more.
Teen Storm: Bet. What abilities do lightning wielders have?
Mentor: Piercing aim, speed, paralyzing strikes, lightning balls strong enough to blow up a country. That's why we're the strongest element.
Teen Storm: How long would it take me to master all that?
Mentor: Five years.
Teen Storm: SAY WHAT?! Ain't no way.
Mentor: Took your uncle six months just to control his emotions. We gotta rush you or you'll accidentally kill all of us.
Teen Storm: But FIVE years?!
Mentor: You're impatient — just like my old friend.
Teen Storm: This friend again… who is he?
Mentor: Your uncle's little brother. Strongest lightning wielder I ever met. He tried to stop the Unknown alone… didn't listen… look where it got him.
Teen Storm: Yeah Unc told me he wanted to help the Legend stop the Unknown.
Mentor: That doesn't make sense.
Teen Storm: Huh?
Mentor: Because YOUR DAD is the Legend.
Teen Storm: Wait—WHAT?!
Mentor: Sh*t. I wasn't supposed to say that. But it explains your crazy lightning reaction.
Teen Storm: What else do you know about my dad?
Mentor: That's all. Lakers game on tonight — I'm out.
Screen transitions to storms room
Storm grabs the Book of Legends.
Reads: "Two legends have died fighting the Unknown. All legends share the same bloodline. The current Legend, God of Lightning, faces the Unknown now…"
Teen Storm: So my dad, grandpa, great-grandpa… all Legends…
That means I'M NEXT.
Storm grabs a photo of his dad.
Teen Storm: I didn't avenge Auntie… but I'll avenge you.
I WILL be the next Legend.
Screen fades black.
Meanwhile…
Mentor sitting in his car, talking on a device.
Mentor: Boss… it's confirmed. The electricity readings were from a boy.
The Legend's boy.
Mysterious Man: So… another has risen.
Screen fades black.