Starlight is a series I started writing for fun in 2016, written in the “style” of a comic book. As such, this is not my best writing, but it’s something I had fun doing.
We open on a rainy day, outside a shambling house by the marsh. Inside, a girl is sobbing, clutching herself.
Girl: I’m s-so sorry…
She glances at a picture of herself and a blonde-haired boy in a varsity jacket. Her face cracks.
Girl: I can’t, anymore.
She picks up a knife, quivering. We cut to outside, as thunder cracks. Briefly, we return to the interior, the picture stained with blood.
Cad: This isn’t what I wanted, not by a long shot.
We cut to the exterior of the high school, another day. School is letting out, and Cad is nervously heading towards the locker room.
Cad: After everything I’ve been through? Football sounds like the worst idea ever.
He glances behind him towards Parker, who is chatting while moving towards the same destination. He is beside a blonde haired boy- the same guy from the picure.
Cad: But I sort of owe Parker one.
Cad reaches the locker room, where a bunch of guys are changing. One of them pats Cad on the back as he passes, and the Captain, Andrew, grins at him.
Andrew: Cad, hey!
Cad gives Andrew a nervous thumbs up.
Cad: We’ll see how this pans out.
Cad nervously begins changing into the unfamiliar gear.
Cad: I can’t even remember how half this stuff works.
Unfamiliar Voice: Little lost, there?
Cad looks up to see two guys we don’t recognize- A freckled ginger dude with long, messy hair, and a hispanic dude with short, clipped hair.
Cad:…Is it that obvious?
Short Hair: Unfortunately, dude.
Ginger: Not a big deal. Just flip those around and put those on before you bother with the gloves.
There’s a brief silence.
Ginger: …You don’t remember us, do you? Damn, sorry.
Short Hair: I’m Ernie. This is my brother Ewan.
Ewan: Er, I’m adopted.
Another awkward silence.
Cad: This is a strong start!
We cut to the school library, where Hunter is finishing up at a computer. As he rises, he is distracted by something nearby: Eliza is cleaning up her things, listening to ranting from the girl who accused Cad in issue… um… I want to say 2 or 3?
Girl: Come on, Eliza. I can’t believe you’re falling for this.
Eliza: He’s different now.
Girl: The Hell he is. He’s just trying to get back in your head because he knows people were starting to realize what he did.
Eliza: We don’t know he did anything.
Girl: He got Abby killed!
Eliza pauses. She takes a deep breathe and turns toward the girl.
Eliza: Meg. You know I miss Abby too. She was my best friend. But… God, this is such a weird world we live in these days. What’s crazier- my teacher getting murdered right in here, a star-powered vigilante literally descending from the sky to stop the murderer, or Cad getting a bad concussion?
Meg: Whatever, Ellie. Don’t come running back to me when he screws you over.
A distraught Eliza watches Meg stalk away as Hunter watches, fascinated.
We return to the football field, where the team is running drills. Parker is sticking by Cad.
Parker: You okay?
Cad: I’m fine.
Cad: The superpowers are helping, at least. Is that cheating? Maybe. Whatever. I’m not doing this for me.
Parker: Nice. The team treating you alright?
Cad: Did you suddenly become my Mom?
Parker: Just concerned, dude. Andrew is chill, but some of these guys can be douchebags.
Voice, Off-Screen: You run like a girl, Ortega!
Parker: Ah, there’s Kenny, proving my point.
We glance over to see the blonde boy running past Ewan, slapping his butt.
Cad: What’s his deal?
Parker: He’s a good dude. Just a bit of a blowhard. You feel?
Cad: I mean, so was I, apparently, so I can’t judge.
The whistle blows. The team clusters around the coach.
Coach: Alright boys, today we’ll be running…
His dialogue devolves into meaningless formulas. Cad blinks.
Cad: I understand none of this.
Coach: …and then we’ll cool down. Everyone good? Good.
Everyone starts to drift apart, leaving a confused Cad standing there.
Kenny: Yo, sleeping beauty, come on! Offense is this way!
Cad: I should’ve stayed in that scary ass lab.
We take a momentary break to cut to FlyCo, where Dr. Evelyn Shropp is watching footage on some monitors of Starlight taking down the Stardust Killer.
Dr. Shropp: Unbelievable. He really thinks this will stop us.
Unknown Voice: Dr. Shropp?
Dr. Shropp turns, surprised, to see a suited man in shades.
Dr. Shropp: Can I help you?
Unknown Man: Yes, actually. I’ve been assigned to your current project.
Dr. Shropp: *frowns* This project is heavily classified.
Unknown Man: So am I.
He takes a seat on a stool, looking relaxed.
Unknown Man: Tell me, Dr. Shropp… what do you know about this Starlight kid?
Dr. Shropp: He’s not a kid.
Unknown Man: So nothing.
Doctor Shropp grimaces.
Unknown Man: Well, here’s what I know, Evelyn… All of this. It was predicted.
Dr. Shropp: By who?
Unknown Man: Have you ever heard of the organization “Twilight”?
Cad: I’m screwed.
We return to football practice, which let’s just say, is not going well. Cad fumbles balls, screws up drills, etc. in a series of awkward panels.
Player: No, Cad! That way!
Cad: Me, Way?
Player: No, you’re going the wrong–
That player is tackled, and Cad winces.
Other player: Wait, you don’t remember how to throw a football?
Cad: It’s not exactly intuitive.
Other player: It’s a ball! You throw it!
Cad: If it’s a ball, why isn’t it round!
Cad: They’re going to kill me.
The coach blows his whistle, and the kids reconvene.
Coach: Great practice, everyone. Now, as for the next few games, we need to talk about–
Kenny: Is nobody else going to say it?
Coach: Excuse me, Queens? Say what?
Kenny: Way is a joke. No way you’re leaving him on the roster. We’re playing Glendale this weekend. You need your best out there.
There’s a chorus of agreement.
Cad: I don’t know why this stings. He’s right. I don’t belong–
Andrew: Shut it, Queeny!
Andrew suddenly strides to the center of the group, shoving Kenny aggressively.
Andrew: I’m so sorry Way got a little concussed covering our asses during our last game! Is that inconvenient for you? Does that make you scared? Well, tough. Cad is one of us.
Ewan: Yeah, ***face. Why don’t you ever to help instead of whining like a baby?
Cad: Guys, I–?
Andrew: No, Cad. It’s okay.
Andrew places a hand on his shoulder.
Andrew: I don’t care if you need a few weeks, a few months, or a few lifetimes to get back on your feet. You’ll always have a home with the Hawkeyes. We’re brothers.
We cut to Cad getting out of the shower.
Cad:…I didn’t expect that. I didn’t expect Andrew to rally for me, let alone Ewan and Ernie. Maybe this team won’t be so bad after all.
The doorbell rings.
Still toweling off from his shower, Scout opens the door to reveal Nala.
Nala: Caddie. We need to talk.
Cadmus: Um, can it wait? I actually have a lot of homework.
Nala: I don’t really think so.
She steps closer.
Nala: See, sweetie, I’m curious… when did you plan to tell me about this?
She pulls out a newspaper clipping of Starlight.
We return to the house on the marsh, even worse off than the last time we saw it.
Unknown (Narration): I am
Unknown: worn weary broken
Unknown: I am
Unknown: I am
A cold, gray hand appears on a window.