The Crow Reboot (Unofficial)

Prologue

Eric Draven, Shelly Draven and their daughter Holly are driving into the mountains for a camping trip. Once they arrive, a strange woman approaches them. Shelly takes the initiative and approaches her while Eric stays behind with Holly. From Eric’s vantage point they seem to be arguing. The old lady leaves.

Later that night, Eric is playing the acoustic guitar while Shelly and Holly sing along. Out of the darkness, a group of black robed figures appear.

Shelly: Oh god, Eric, I’m so sorry.

Eric: What is this?

A coven of witches, led by Shelly’s grandmother make ritual sacrifices of Eric and Holly. The ceremony empowers Shelly with dark magicks and by the time they finish Eric off (cutting his throat) she is drunk on the power and an active participant in the torture and killing of her husband.

Act 1

Eric is left in the woods in a shallow grave marked by a rock with a pentagram carved into it. One year later, The Crow shits on the pentagram then lands and begins pecking at the rock, breaking the symbol.

Eric rises from the grave screaming in rage and confusion. He dons a tattered black robe hanging in a tree and begins the long walk to civilization. As he goes, he remembers the betrayal, his murder and his daughter’s murder.

A trucker picks him up off the street and takes him home. He finds his house deserted and boarded up. As he explores it he finds most of the photos and things of sentimental value disheveled, some shattered, but still there. Anything of value has long been looted, auctioned or vandalized.

He pulls a trunk down from the attic crawl space marked Halloween. From it he dons the robes of his station. He uses grease paint and lipstick to make his face into a ghostly harlequin.

He goes into his garage and pulls out in a jet black, 1947 Mercury Sedan. It’s in poor condition, but the engine rumbles as though the crow brought it back from the dead with Eric.

Act 2

Eric pulls up to his Mother-in-Law’s residence and slips around behind it. He peers in the window and sees three women sitting drinking tea together. He has flashbacks as he recognizes them from the coven. Just before he smashes through the window, they kick over the table and reveal a shotgun, blowing Eric back into the garden. His Mom in law ducks out the back while the other two press the attack. One muttering strange incantations that give Eric visions of demon’s tearing at his clothes, the other filling him full of buckshot. He lays in the garden, apparently dead. The two witches approach him. The shotgun wielding witch nudges him with her toe while keeping the gun trained on him. Eric’s eyes pop open and he slaps the barrel, causing the witch to spin and shoot her companion. Before she can draw back down on Eric, he holds a piece of shattered glass to her throat from behind.

Eric: Let’s talk.

Cut to police coming on the scene and finding two murdered, middle aged women and evidence of an epic gun battle. Albricht sees the Sedan pulling away.

Sgt. Albricht of the County Sheriff’s Department is interviewing the neighbors and is doubting the description of the melee. The detectives arrive on scene and find one of the witches hung from a nearby tree, spinning slow circles. Her back faces camera and reveals a crow has been carved into her flesh, tatters of dress flutter in the wind.

Cut To

Draven is in the bell tower of a church, hanging the second witch off the ledge.

The Crow: WHERE IS SHE?

Witch: I don’t know, oh save me Dark Lord, I don’t know

The Crow: Your totems have no power here! The playing field has been leveled and you are weak without your coven. You have nothing left but my mercy! Reveal yourself and be judged!

Witch: They meet at the bingo hall on 4^th and cedar. Please. Your mercy! Please

The Crow: Your faith is weak. My mercy is weaker. Tell your master! Tell him after I finish with his servants I will deal with him.

He drops the witch from the bell tower. Her blood spreads like wings around her.

Back at the police station, Albricht tracks down the Sedan and the last registered address. Which connects to the report Shelly filed that her daughter fell in the river and her husband drowned trying to rescue her. He decides to investigate the residence.

Eric returns to his abandoned home and pulls out his guitar. He plays a few dissonant tones (it’s long since gone out of tune) and smashes it into a mirror, screaming with rage. The bird caws loudly in response. As Eric walks out of the home, he runs into Albricht.

Albricht: Police! Don’t move! I said: Don’t Move!

Draven: I thought the police always said “freeze.”

Albricht: Well I am the police and I said “Don’t move,” You move, moon face, you’re dead.

Draven: Well I say “I’m dead and I move”

The stand-off escalates and Draven confesses that his wife was responsible for the murder and she has allies in the sleepy town. The crow distracts Albricht and Dravens slips away and dives into his car. A short chase ensues and Eric manages to lose Albricht in the dark.

Cut to, Shelly, in her office on top of an Arts and Crafts store is meeting with several other members of the coven including Shelly’s mother. Shelly is angered that a totem has chosen Draven to be an agent of righteous vengeance and blames her mother for escaping while their sisters died.

Shelly: If we abandon each other, we will have no power to defend ourselves. That said, mother dear, you must be punished for your cowardice.

Shelly plucks out her mother’s right eye as the other witches hold her down. They use it to cast a scrying spell to find Draven. They are disturbed to see him about to attack their base of operations, currently being used by a large number of witches to perform a blood sacrifice.

At the Bingo Hall, a small child is being tormented by hooded and masked witches. Before they can kill her, the doors fly open!

Draven: BINGO BITCHES!

A battle ensues, the witches are well armed and have various melee weapons and firearms. Draven shields the child with his body and after the shooting stops he stands back up.

Draven: You gain power from the innocent! See what happens when the innocent rise up! (To the child) Under the table, you are saved.

Draven moves from witch to witch, economically dealing with them in quick succession.

After the carnage, Deputy Albricht finds more evidence that the coven aren’t as innocent as they seem and begins to put it together.

Back at his house, Eric is waiting for him. They talk about the nature of revenge, marriage and family. Eric admits that he doesn’t know what he will do when he faces Shelly.

After he leaves, Albricht is taken captive by the witches.

Act 3

Eric drives out into the woods to find Albricht and the rest of the witches. Shelly hexes Eric as he closes in. Eric relives the night his daughter died and his own death, causing him to crash his car into a tree. He wakes up tied down with Albricht, a sacrifice to the dark lord.

Shelly taunts him, telling him she always knew it would end like this, that she hoped it would be different, but inside she always felt Eric was weak and fit only to serve her. The crow (the actually bird) appears and distracts the coven as they try to catch it.

SHELLY: Take it! Take its power! What we could do with such a powerful totem is limitless!

The bird leads the coven on a merry chase as Albricht and Eric work together to escape their bonds. Unfortunately, Shelly manages to wing the bird with a thrown knife and it crashes to the ground. She picks it up.

SHELLY: This is all the power you ever had and now it’s mine.

The bird attacks Shelly’s eyes, but she manages to bat it away, suffering only cosmetic damage.

SHELLY: Is that it? Is that all you have left?

ERIC: No. I have this.

Eric grapples with Shelly, she stabs him, but he keeps coming even without his healing abilities.

ERIC: What is wrong with you! OUR DAUGHTER! OUR DAUGHTER! HOW COULD YOU!

Albricht dispatches the last witches with a tree branch and goes to help Eric.

ERIC: No! This is my fight. My vengeance.

Without the coven, Shelly begins to wake up from power mad reverie. She begs forgiveness, begs for death. Begs for Eric to rescue her.

ERIC: Live with it. Live with it every day. That’s the only forgiveness you can have is the forgiveness you give yourself. I’m done fighting. I go to our daughter’s side now. Albricht, take her away.

Shelly cries as Albricht cuffs her and Eric walks into the woods, back to his shallow grave. He has another vision and sees his daughter, holding her hand out to her. Together, they walk into the light.

Black Panther (Unofficial)

Cast

Black Panther/T’Challa: Chadwick Boseman
Man-Ape/M’Baku:
Hunter the White Wolf/N’Jadaka:
Dunham/American Best Friend:
Lindsay/American Girlfriend:
Zuri/King’s Regent:
Black Panther/T’Chaka:
Romanda/Step-Mother:
Shuri/Sister:

Prologue

King T’Chaka is meeting with his most trusted advisor, Zuri and his son’s childhood best friend, N'Jadaka now the captain of the Wakandan secret police, the Hatut Zeraze. Zuri warns him that the M’Baku (Man-Ape) is threatening to invade again with the support of the outlying clans.

Zuri advises the king to contact T’Challa and have him return so the bloodline is secure. T’Chaka balks, saying he never meant for his son to bear that burden.

N'Jadaka lingers behind while Zuri shakes his head and faces a window. T’Chaka prepares to confront M’Baku in single combat to avoid war. N'Jadaka subtly poisons the magic herbs that grant T’Chaka the power of his ancestors, the Black Panther clan.

He is found out by the Zuri after T’Chaka leaves. N'Jadaka attempts to kill, but only wounds. Zuri escapes out the window to find T’Challa.

Act 1

T’Chaka’s strength rapidly drains as he squares off against M’Baku. Despite his handicap, he is able to gain an advantage and press a successful attack. Until, once again, N’Jadaka intercedes and surreptitiously doses T’Chaka with a second helping of poison, feigning to aid his king back to his feet.

T’Chaka: NO! If you aid me, my victory means nothing. War will be upon us.

N'Jadaka: But I’m not aiding you my king, I’m aiding him.

M’Baku delivers a cruel blow, T’Chaka falls to the ground.

M’Baku: I will be a good king T’Chaka. I will marry your daughter and secure your line. Rest easy. The only obstacle left in my way is your wayward son. I promise you a quick and merciful death for him.

T’Chaka: Stay. Away. From my son!

With his last gasp, T’Chaka throttles the M’Baku, nearly killing him before the poison finishes its work. The crowd is confused over the strange turn of events, but N'Jadaka is quick to swear loyalty to the M’Baku

N'Jadaka: To avoid war, we must accept this. All I ask is you be a just and kind ruler now that you have won the crown through trial by combat.

M’Baku: I will! And T’Chaka shall have a burial befitting his incredible station in life. The King is dead! Long live the King!

Cut to

T’Challa is a professional baseball player on the west coast. He has several advanced degrees in the sciences as well. He’s nearly as gifted without enhancement as his father was with the heart-shaped herbs, only lacking supernatural strength, dexterity and enhanced senses. After a game, he is approached in the locker room by the Zuri.

T’Challa: Why are you here?

Zuri: I have grave news young prince. Your father has fallen in a champion’s battle for the crown of Wakanda. It is up to you to avenge him, to regain the crown and save your family.

T’Challa balks at the task set before him, he becomes angry, denouncing his father’s decision to leave him stranded in America, away from his friends, his family, his people, his proper station and the benefits of it.

T’Challa: I am an American now. Wakanda has cast me out. Let them suffer for their mistake. Let them reap what they have sewn.

Zuri: Your father would be ashamed to hear you say that. Regardless of what his reasons were, you must believe that he did it for your own good or YOU will be lost to all the glory that is yours by birth.

T’Challa leaves the locker room, smashing lights and kicking over equipment as he goes. His best friend and teammate, Dunham sees his distress and tries to comfort him.

Dunham: My dad left too. But you know what, he started coming to all our games last season. Paid out of his own pocket, never asked me for anything. One day I found him and asked if he had seen me get a double. He told me all he ever saw was me. He just got confused about what was important, he thought if I really needed him, I’d find him. He was right. I needed him to see how well I was doing. And he was there. Every game for two years now. I put him in the box seats with the rest of the families. He drives this shitty old RV to every game. I guess that’s how he wants to spend his retirement. I offered to put him up in a hotel, fly him out for away games, but he said it was important for him to get there by himself, to prove to himself he was a good father. I told him tonight he was a good father and he’s flying first class to Oakland to watch us play, leaving the RV at the park. We’re gonna be at the same hotel. First roof we ever shared that I can remember.

T’Challa: My father is dead.

T’Challa arrives at his apartment where he is ambushed by the Hatut Zeraze, the secret police of Wakanda. He fights them off with a baseball bat, but more arrive and he is in danger of being overrun.

Zuri: For T’Chaka!

Leaping into the fray, the tide quickly turns and the Hatut Zeraze disappear into the night using Wakandan technology to become invisible. They even drag their unconscious/dead allies away as well.

Zuri: Cowards. All of them. They dare not leave a trace of their passing because they know what they do is wrong and Wakanda has always had strong allies in America. It is no longer safe here for you. I will guard you for one more day to set your affairs in order. Then we must leave.

Begrudgingly, T’Challa spends the day arranging a leave of absence for mourning from the San Francisco Giants. Tells his girlfriend, Lindsay they have to break up and confesses to Dunham that he’s flying back to Wakanda to assume his father’s throne.

Dunham: Wait a minute. Throne? Like the lion king?

T’Challa: No, more like a Black Panther King.

Dunham: So you’re a militant activist?

T’Challa: No, I’m a prince.

Dunham: This is pertinent information to our friendship, why did you wait so long to tell me?

T’Challa: I assure you, it has no influence on our friendship. It’s just who my family is. In fact, you’re sort of a de-facto prince just by being in my proximity. You should visit sometime, Wakanda is… beautiful.

Dunham: It’s home.

T’Challa: Yes. I’ve tried to forget it, but yes… it is home.

Dunham: Well, I’m taking a leave of absence too.

T’Challa: You can’t!

Dunham: Dude, I’m like third string utility player, you’re an all-star. Like five guys have to break their legs before they even look at me. I tell them you need me, they’ll call someone up and he’ll sit on the bench for me and they’re probably going to send him packing when we get back just so you can sit next to your best friend when you aren’t smashing the ball.

T’Challa: It is dangerous to be my friend right now.

Dunham: Yeah, but it also sounds like I’m going to get laid a lot too.

They laugh and T’Challa shakes his head. They compromise by agreeing he can see him off at the airport.

Back in Wakanda, an elaborate funeral is held for T’Chaka as M’Baku lords his power over his subjects. After the funeral, he demands Shuri submit to marriage to merge the Black Panther and Mountain Ape clans as one to rule Wakanda. She reluctantly agrees to spare M’Baku’s second choice, her mother Romanda, the pain of sharing a bed with her husband’s murderer.

At the airport, T’Challa’s girlfriend, Lindsay shows up as well.

Dunham: Dude, I had to tell her, she was so mad. She told me she’d wait until you got back to talk to you.

T’Challa: Do you believe everything a woman tells you?

Dunham: Just the hot ones.

T’Challa: And that is what you learned from your formerly deadbeat father?

Dunham: Well, when you put it that way… I’m pretty stupid.

Zuri: Enough of this foolishness. T’Challa, you have grave family matters to attend to, we waste time on these childish relationships.

Lindsay is upset at being dismissed and the party moves as a whole to a private tarmac where a Stark jet is waiting.

Zuri: Your grandfather was very close to Howard Stark. They respected each other’s privacy and only helped when asked. That is how a man conducts himself.

This sets the girlfriend off more.

Zuri: Fine, very well then. That is how an adult conducts themselves.

This makes her angrier. The group is attacked on the tarmac. Zuri stays behind.

Zuri: The pilot knows where to take you! Be the king you were born to be, T’Challa. I will meet you in Wakanda.

Back in Wakanda, M’Baku is berating Wolf the Hunter for his multiple failures to assassinate T’Challa. M’Baku decrees if T’Challa returns from the Sacred Mountain, Wolf will be put to death.

T’Challa and his friends are taken to the sacred mountain where the pilot (revealed to be James Rhodes) drops them off with a care package.

Rhodes: With compliments from Tony Stark. You’ll need it. They told me to tell you: Your father has already paid for it in full.

The box is opened to reveal a state of the art Black Panther suit. T’Challa leaves his friends behind.

T’Challa: I must climb this mountain alone. If you follow me, it will most likely mean death for us all.

Dunham: I’ll keep her here.

T’Challa: I highly doubt that. Lindsay, if you love me, you must remain here and wait for me. Only a feckless child would follow me. I want you to be my queen, but a queen must know when to stand aside for the king.

T’Challa faces the trials of the sacred mountains and the Hatut Zeraze who have laid in wait for him. He claims the herbs. He changes the Stark Tech suit for the traditional garb of the Black Panther belonging to his grandfather, his father’s has yet to be placed, so he leaves the Stark Tech to hold it down.

T’Challa: I will return Grandfather, to lay your son, my father to rest. Please allow me to borrow your ceremonial garb until then.

T’Challa begins his descent, empowered by the herbs and protected by the spirits of past kings. Unfortunately, his party back at camp have been captured and are being held by the Hatut Zeraze, led by N’Jadaka.

The Black Panther uses stealth, cunning and wits to take down the Hatut Zeraze. In the end, he squares off against his childhood friend.

Black Panther: You have lost your way. Your jealousy has made you blind to the truth.

N'Jadaka: You left me, T’Challa. You are a prince, you could have stayed. You let your father exile you.

Black Panther: So you hate me for trusting my father? That is insanity.

N'Jadaka: I was left behind to carry your burden. To be a son to a father who would never love me, never accept me. I was used!

Black Panther: You chose to join the Hatut Zeraze. You were given status befitting your abilities and trusted above all others.

N'Jadaka: I should be KING!

Black Panther: So you install a tyrant? Do you plan to betray him as well someday? When does the lie end? When do you see the truth of your actions?

N'Jadaka: When you die.

Black Panther: I refuse your terms. You will be raised up into the nobility. You will be inducted into my house, officially. I will call you brother and you will lead my armies. But you must first stand trial for your crimes against Wakanda.

N'Jadaka: You would judge me?

Black Panther: I am King. Mine is the only judgment you need recognize. If you cannot accept that, then you have no place in Wakanda. I will grant you the boon of choosing your own terms.

N'Jadaka: I would have trial by combat. To the-

Black Panther: Do not test me, brother, I will keep my word before I spare your life.

N'Jadaka: I… cannot choose the terms. I am angry, not thinking clearly. I’ve been angry so long.

Black Panther: Then let us fight for honor, brother. First blood is the victor. Clemency for you, brotherhood and atonement for me. Either way, you will serve Wakanda again. Do you accept these terms?

N'Jadaka: They are… more than I deserve.

Black Panther: No brother, before the sickness fell upon you, you served Wakanda with honor and diligence. It was my father’s mistake not to accept you into the family. It was your mistake to accept M’Baku into yours.

They fight and Black Panther quickly becomes the clear winner, but before cutting him, he cuts himself.

Black Panther: You have won. You choose your own path now. You may stand with me or be free to seek your own destiny, in Wakanda or in the world.

N'Jadaka: You are the King. I will gladly give my life to make up for my shame and failure.

Black Panther: There is no shame or failure, you have been judged, you have paid for your crimes. Let the rest of Wakanda see that you are truly repentant. Let them see you come home.

N'Jadaka: Yes. I will fight with you. I could sneak you in…

Black Panther: We will not use the tools of the enemy. We will use the ways set down by my ancestors. They have led us to this moment and they will lead us to a lasting victory and peace, for my rule at least and hopefully for our children.

Dunham: Uh… does that mean we’re knocking on the front door?

Cut to the throne room of Man Ape, he is tormenting Black Panther’s family, but avoiding violating the laws of Wakanda.

M’Baku: Betrothed, have food brought in. I hunger and your reluctance to besmirch your honor before our wedding day is tiresome.

The doors fly off their hinges from a mighty kick.

Black Panther stands in the doorway.

Black Panther: Your reckoning has come coward. No poison. No hidden allies. Test yourself against the strength of the Black Panther. If you dare.

The two have a massive fight throughout the castle and fall through a window into the ritual combat arena. A crowd gathers quickly as the fight reaches its furious end.

Black Panther: For my father! For my people! For Wakanda!

The Man Ape lays defeated.

M’Baku: No more… I can take no more… mercy… King T’Challa… mercy and I will return to my own lands.

Black Panther: You do not deserve it. I have no doubt in my mind you will return and attempt another coup. But I do not fear you, coward. Leave. And know to return is to die. I will not grant mercy to murderers whose word means nothing.

When Black Panther turns his back, M’Baku tries to strike him with a concealed blade, but the N’jadaka leaps in front of Black Panther. T’Challa turns and delivers a coup de grace on M’Baku, he falls unconscious.

Black Panther: Lock this slime in the deepest hole in Wakanda. Set a guard on him day and night. I will check on him personally each year to mark this day. The day freedom returned to Wakanda! The day the Black Panther stood alone and was shielded by his people!

T’Challa holds the N’jadaka as he lay bleeding out.

Black Panther: I would have survived that attack. You’ve made another mistake. I do not know if our medicine can save you.

N’jadaka: No, my King. Giving my life to save yours… it was all I ever was meant to do. To reach beyond that… that is what killed me. This… is just… the mark of my honor returning.

Black Panther: Your honor returned when you followed me here to free our people. Brother. Take him to the healers! Quickly, he is of the royal blood, the general of my armies and his loss would be a great one for all of Wakanda!

The N’jadaka is hustled off. T’Challa takes off the hood and turns to face the sun. Tears run down his cheeks.

Black Panther: I am sorry I ever doubted you, Father, you taught me to walk in both worlds. You taught me more than I ever could have dreamed possible. Thank you.

Dunham: Okay… that was about the most badass thing I ever saw and I was in New Jersey when New York was invaded. I mean… damn… what is the point of playing pro ball now?

T’Challa: Because it’s fun. I think I’m going to finish the season before I move back here full time.

Dunham: That just made you like ten times cooler.

T’Challa: And that just made you like ten times dumber. I’m still just a ball player. I just went up to the big leagues. The REAL big leagues.

Dunham: Are you going to be an Avenger?

T’Challa: Maybe I’ll start my own Avengers. Want to be Iron Man?

Dunham: If there isn’t a party tonight, it’s definitely going to break me completely.

T’Challa: You haven’t seen a party until you see a Wakandan party.

Cut to 

The people of Wakanda celebrating the coronation of T’Challa. N’jadaka is there, alive, but confined to a wheelchair. He is being pushed around at inappropriate speeds by Dunham, who is very drunk and hitting on the ceremonial dancers.

Dunham: I knew him when he was just an all-star pro-baller in the states. Taught him a lot about the game, if you know what I mean.

Lindsay decides to go back to America. T’Challa says they should remain friends. Maybe someday, she’ll be ready.

Spirits of Vengeance (Unofficial)

Not official in any way, but I firmly believe if Nic Cage can restrain himself to a supporting role, he can play an older, worn out Johnny Blaze to Ben Foster's bull-headed Danny Ketch.

Cast

Johnny Blaze- Nic Cage

Danny Ketch- Ben Foster

Vengeance- Mark Strong

Rose- ?

Red- A wrestler maybe?

Little Timmy- ?

Townies

Bikers

Prologue

Ghost Rider leaves an evil man alive due to rescuing a good one. He will become his dark reflection, Vengeance.

Act 1

Rose’s Café is the only place to eat in a small, dusty Oklahoma town. Several residents are in attendance. Red disturbs the piece with his posse. Sitting in a booth, with his back against the wall, Danny Ketch tries to ignore them, he’s recently cut ties with the gang.

RED: Everyone having a good morning? I sure as hell am. Look happy, you’re ruining my sunny disposition.

KETCH: Just let’em eat Red, we all know you’re a big shot.

Just then, Johnny Blaze rolls up on his motorcycle. He walks in. The fighting stops.

BLAZE: I’m lookin’ for Daniel Ketch.

RED: Who wants to know?

BLAZE: A concerned party. Is he here? I only saw one dump in this whole town with people in it.

ROSE: Hey!

BLAZE: Paint your building.

RED: All right mister, I’m getting pretty tired…

BLAZE: Why? Is it hard to run a shit heap?

Danny stands up.

KETCH: I’m Danny Ketch. Much as I like seeing someone take Red down a peg, he’s gonna start getting stupider pretty soon.

RED: I aint taking this shit in stereo.

Johnny steps up right in Red’s face.

BLAZE: You think I want this shit heap? You think I care who you are? Just let me do my business and you’ll see my backside before you know it. Or we can dance right here. Right now. Give me fifteen minutes and I’m out of your life. Fuck with me, I end yours.

RED: You are a smooth talker. But I think me and the boys have had….

ROSE (Interrupting): NO! Not in my café, you apes. The gentleman gets five minutes and then leaves. What you do once you’re on your way, don’t care.

BLAZE: Thank you, ma’am, that’s fair of you. Sorry for the trouble.

The bikers laugh at Blaze’s politeness and leave. Red looks back menacingly as he exits.

KETCH: What do you want?

BLAZE: You’re father’s dead. I’m here to give you your inheritance.

KETCH: You knew my father.

BLAZE: Hope so, he was mine too.

KETCH: What?

BLAZE: Our stunt show rolled through here a million years ago. He hit it off with your mother. He didn’t have much, but he would have wanted you to have a bike.

KETCH: I don’t ride anymore.

BLAZE: ‘Course you do. Maybe you took a break, but our family rides. This isn’t where you belong, something’s keeping you here. Take the bike and ride. Ride with me if you want, but I’m dog-tired and ready to rest. Probably got one more trip left in me before I retire to a quiet trailer park and drink beer til I die.

Red comes storming back in.

RED: That’s five motherfucker! You better get your ass outside and take what’s coming.

BLAZE: Here’s the key. Make up your own damn mind. I gotta go show these bastards what you get when you race a Blaze.

Blaze tries to talk the gang down but they insist on a race for the bike. Blaze says it’s not his anymore, but they taunt him until Ketch comes out and offers to run the race. While he’s racing, the gang members attack Blaze.

BLAZE: You idiots have no idea what you’re doing. KETCH! Lemme borrow that bike!

Blaze transforms into Ghost Rider and lays waste to the gang. Killing most of them. Red and a small group survive by hiding.

ACT 2

Blaze explains to Ketch that Mephisto is coming to collect once and for all. Blaze is passing the spirit of vengeance on and he has to choose a successor. Mephisto also has a champion and they will share the power until one is destroyed.

BLAZE: I had one left. Thought so. But now I’m nobody and the demons are gonna come running. These small-town inbreds just brought hell onto themselves. Unfortunately, you are the only one who can protect them.

Blaze helps the town prepare for the siege as Danny tries to master his powers as quickly as possible. He stumbles, but Blaze helps him through it. The first demon arrives.

Demon 1 kills several bikers and an old man before Blaze is able to exorcise him. Blaze berates Ketch for losing so many in an easy fight. Ketch leaves the town to its own devices.

BLAZE: Goddamn kid’s gonna get me killed.

The next wave of demons leaves only Red, Rose, her son and Blaze alive.

On the road, Ketch reflects on what he wants from life. Family. He decides to go back.

Act 3

Vengeance arrives and tries to kill Blaze.

BLAZE: Too late, junkie, I already passed on my burden. You’re just chewing a husk.

Just before Blaze is killed, Ketch returns as the new Ghost Rider and takes down Vengeance. Mephisto offers him Vengeance’s portion of the power in exchange for his service. Ketch refuses.

Post Credits

Vengeance is resurrected by Mephisto, but Blaze is standing over his corpse and puts a shot of hellfire into his skull before he can reform.

Blaze: Quit pickin’ on my little brother.

Wolf the Wdere-Dwarf
by Me and my son.

                  Wolfe’s Adventures

Copyright Justin and Alder Mitchell

Prologue 

Wolf was born on a bright sunny day. Which was perfect, but also not where he was happiest.

Act 1

Wolfe the Were-Dwarf was bored as he strolled along the King’s Road in the wilds of Irunmundia. He was accompanied, as was his usual fashion, by five of his stout Robo-Dwarf Warriors. Each primed for action and programed for butt-kicking. But there were no butts to be kicked on this idyllic spring day.

Wolfe stretched his long arms into the air, noting as he often did that their length seemed ungainly when compared to the powerful trunks riveted into place on the steam-powered chassis of his companions. During the day and most nights, Wolfe was a head taller than folk met during his travels. He’d long made peace with the short beast dwelling within him. Since that fateful night when a rabid Dwarf had surprised him, even in the light of the full moon, and managed to bite him on the arm before disappearing into the darkness, he himself was granted the power of a Dwarf.

Wolfe shook himself out of his wistful fancy and took to the task at hand. Namely, finding something worthy of his attention. The moon would be full tonight and it would be a shame to waste it on a good night’s sleep. Not that Wolfe slept. Ever. Wolfe’s super hearing alerted him to trouble in a nearby clearing. He cocked his head, listening.

“Gremlins, boys,” he grumbled at the Robo-Dwarves. “At least a dozen, maybe more. I can hear them chittering away, laughing. Hold on,” Wolfe strained his hearing to its limit, “They’ve got a hostage, a young girl. Let’s go.”

With amazing grace in utter contrast with their impressive bulk, the Robo-Dwarves leapt into the trees, heeling after Wolfe like loyal hounds. Wolfe had programmed his ‘bots with ninja skills nearly as great as his own granted by his Were-Dwarfism. Only ears as keen as Wolfe’s could detect the whisper of motion cutting through the leaves. The Gremlin, of course, lack such advantage. All the better for Wolfe as they leapt into the clearing to engage the little monsters.

Wolfe scanned the field around him and made a quick tally. At least four dead already, two armed with rifles, men, and two extremely well dressed and unarmed, one a woman. Several gremlin were busy looting the corpses. The hostage was a young girl, currently begging for mercy, being harassed by four Gremlin, notoriously fond of tormenting children. They’d affixed a rope to her neck and seemed intent on hanging her from a nearby Blue Fir.

He’d seen enough, with a cry that chilled the very air around him, Wolfe leapt to the aid of the imperiled young girl. All about him the battle was joined in earnest. The Gremlin, barely recovered from the shock of the sudden shift in fortunes, managed to get off a volley from their rusty six-shooters. Bullets bounced in every direction off the steel hides of the Robo-Dwarves. That was all they had time for as the stout automatons waded into the thick of them. Alpha-1 crushed a Gremlin’s pistol in his mighty hydraulic fist. With a casual backhand, he completed his perfect landing in the clearing by sending the same Gremlin flying into the undergrowth.

Wolfe made a mental note to examine Alpha-1’s crusher after the battle for any damage caused by the splintering of steel in his fist. To his left, the rest of the Robo-Dwarves were making short work of the eight Gremlin caught in the act of pillaging the remains of the destroyed campsite. Flames from a steam carriage reflected in the over large and bloodshot eyes of the Gremlin directly in front of the Were-Dwarf. Wolfe grimaced as he tried to maneuver closer to the terrified hostage.

“Please, sir, please aid me,” The girl half sobbed, half squealed in earnest appeal. “We kill her! We cut her!” The cackling Gremlin tightened the makeshift noose around the child’s neck and pulled a wicked curved dagger from his belt. His grotesque over-sized ears were twitching with his excitement. “We hang her for whackings! Hanging rope make good leash! Heh! You tell your dwarfs! You make them stop! Or we slice! Slice! Slice! Slice!” The Gremlin’s squeaking, high-pitched voice cracked as he tightened his grip on the length of cord bound into a noose around her neck. Her voice cut off, she managed to whimper softly as she strained to stand on her toes. Wolfe’s eyes narrowed as he played for time, feinting back as if he meant to meet the demands of the Gremlin.

A large explosion drew the attention of Wolfe and the Gremlin holding the girl. Wolfe didn’t waste the opening, without turning his head from the falling figure of Charlie-3, a Robo-Dwarf apparently caught in the blast of an exploding furnace on the wrecked carriage, he darted forward. Jagged pieces of metal stuck out of Chuck, making him look like a Guzler with its spiked carapace. Wolfe made a note to himself to try and salvage his logic cogs.

Wolfe slid deftly behind the lead assailant and with a swift motion, cut the rope holding the girl and spun left, taking down the Gremlin with a clothesline straight arm. He finished with a backwards kick, punting one of the monsters into his comrade, knocking them both into a heap. Wolfe placed himself between the blonde-headed girl and the remaining Gremlin. Behind him, the rest of the Robo-Dwarves had made a bloody mess of the gang of Gremlin. Unfortunately, they were also distracted by Charlie-3’s destruction, circling him protectively. Wolfe watched as the last Gremlin standing leveled a shaking six-shooter at him, slowly cocking back the hammer.

“I can tell by your tremors you ain’t got your heart in this.” Wolfe growled.

“Kill you! Shoot you! Bang! Bang! Bang?” The Gremlin trailed off, finishing his words in a guttural whisper.

“You’re going to miss. You’re going to miss me by a mile. Then I will take that gun and make you eat it a piece at a time.”

The sickly purple hue in the Gremlin’s skin drained from his face giving him the appearance of a lifeless, blue corpse. His eyes darted around him, desperate for an escape. He took a step backwards, failing to notice the root jutting out. As the little bugger fell on his bum, his six-shooter barked an angry protest. True to his word, the bullet missed Wolfe by a mile and traveled harmlessly into the distance. Wolfe growled as he closed in on the Gremlin who had now completely forgotten his gun in a panicked scramble to get over the root and into the undergrowth beyond.

“Turn away, girl. You’re only give yourself nightmares.” Wolfe spoke to the side as best he could without turning from the huddled form cowering before him. “Like to torture little girls, monster, like to kill travelers on the road? No good will come from sparing your pathetic life.”

Terrified, the Gremlin grabbed onto Wolfe’s boot, “No, good sire, no, no, no. Turve is good Gremlin! Turve is kind! Turve’s brother,” the Turve gestured frantically at the Gremlin now sporting a broken neck (courtesy of Wolfe’s clothesline) laying at the foot of the tree. “Iacho made Turve come! Turve likes to paint! Turve artist! Please! Iacho bad Gremlin! This his gang! This his plan! Please! I never banged a shot! No bang! Good sire! Please.”

Wolfe considered the Gremlin. Wolfe was a warrior, true and through, even more so since that full moon. But he was not nearly as blood-thirsty as his reputation suggested. The Were-Dwarf loved to fight, loved to do battle with any worthy opponent, but he only killed those for whom redemption was impossible. In his journeys, Wolfe had surprised more than one adversary by sparing him after a hard-won battle. He picked up Turve’s six-shooter.

“I could ask the girl for the truth of it. But I can’t be sure she could tell one of you ugly bootlickers from another.” Wolfe brandished the pistol at Turve, “However…” Wolfe knocked the cylinder free from the revolver and tossed the rusted iron to the ground. “Five bullets fall out of here…” Wolfe shook the cylinder containing the six-shooter shells, “You live. One less?” Dwarf turned the cylinder over and the fat shells fell to the earth, one spent clicked off the root with a hollow plinking sound. Two, three, four, five fell with a heavy thud to the earth, unspent. With hands so fast, the motion was barely detectable, Wolfe snatched the last shell from the air and held in a clenched fist. “You will eat that gun,” He snarled with an unblinking glare that seemed to push Turve even further into the dirt he was groveling in.

Wolfe revealed a bullet, unspent, in his hand, “If I even hear about you robbing, murdering, or cursing in temple, shrimp...” Wolfe crushed the bullet between his fingers, nearly bending it double.  “Get me?” Turve rose slowly, bobbing his head in a servile bow and backing away on his hands and knees. “No! Yes! No sire, not Turve! Turve is good Gremlin! You count on Turve! Turve help you! You need anything, Turve get!” Turve nodded enthusiastically, then stopped suddenly, a thought occurred to him, “I tell you who hired Iacho’s gang! Turve tell you!”

The girl had regained her composure and landed a vicious kick to the side of Turve’s head. “You monster! You monster! You killed them!” She fell on Turve and began to batter him with poorly aimed, but rage filled blows. “You can’t just run away! I don’t care if you fired a shot! You killed them!” Wolfe watched, uncertain whether he had the right to intercede, but equally conflicted by the notion of standing by while a girl who probably hadn’t seen ten winters was about to murder a terrified and unarmed living creature. He couldn’t for the life of him conceive of who would be more tormented by the act among the assembled figures.

The girl managed to hold on to Turve, who was now screaming hysterically, while searching around for a weapon. She happened upon the cylinder-less six-shooter discarded by Wolfe. She put the barrel against Turve’s temple and pulled the trigger. The hollow click seemed to enrage her further. With an almost inhuman and guttural roar she pressed the barrel down harder on the Gremlin’s head and pulled the trigger: click, click, click. She heaved her hand back with the weighty revolver now gripped like a club. Wolfe made his decision. With another inhuman flurry of speed he grabbed the revolver.

“That’s enough, young moppet. Your point is made. This grubber will stand before the magistrate for his crimes and we will all sleep better with unburdened consciences. Turve, I’m afraid I’m going to have to rescind my previous judgment. And tie you up. Probably keep you tied up for many long days of traveling. No doubt you’ll whine and squeal non-stop.” Wolfe rubbed his chin, “You know, on second thought, do it girl.” Turve wailed and covered his head. Wolfe didn’t let go of the girl’s hand.

“Turve will be good! Turve will be quiet!” Turve quickly gathered up the length of rope cut from the girl’s noose. “Here! Turve will help you tie Turve up!” The Gremlin twirled himself up in the rope and proffered the longest end to Wolfe. “See! See!”

Wolfe hid a smile behind his large beard. He leaned down to the young girl’s ear, “You don’t want this insignificant creature’s soul hanging over your head. I will help you see him to the magistrate and he will stand trial for this.” The girl sagged into Wolfe’s arms and began to sob. Not the frantic oxygen starved ones that racked her body moments before, but soft, grief-filled whimpers as all the anger drained away leaving only the intense sadness of utter loss. Wolfe knew that feeling well and his heart went out to the girl. “Good girl, you’re safe now. Good moppet.” Unnoticed, Turve collapsed in a heap of cord and sobbed softly to himself as the enormity of his crimes finally overcame his hysterical fear leaving only the bitter intensity of guilt and condemnation. He could feel the reaper’s shadow engulf his own, as if it loomed just behind the figure who had killed his brother and his entire gang. Turve knew if he lived long enough, he would hang for this. What Wolfe didn’t know, what he couldn’t know, was Turve indeed made his living painting houses as he traveled from settlement to settlement. He had stopped to visit his brother that morning on his way from Ricce to Callenfern. He had walked in on a gang meeting and before he had time to consider it, was shuffled into the forest at gunpoint. The first time he’d ever held a pistol was when he grabbed his brother’s moments ago. Turve was a good Gremlin.

But would anyone believe a drifter like him? Gremlin were not well liked in more civilized society, of that Turve was too aware. He spent half his days pestering his customers to make good on their contract. He spent a good amount of time recovering from beatings as well.

Act 2

Wolfe regarded the gremlin with pity as it shook with fear. The little skidmark was spilling more of the soup than he was eating. With a rueful grin, the were-dwarf turned to hand a bowl of mushroom stew to the girl. The princess, he thought. They had made camp a short distance from the site of the ambush. There was no light to move further with the girl… the princess… in tow. Wolfe felt the dwarf within stirring. The change would take him soon.

“And then Daddy said, we have to get out of the city. I didn’t think he meant forever, but after the royal guards snuck us out of the castle through the sewer. The sewer! I knew… thank you.” The princess paused to accept a bowl. She smelled it and wrinkled her nose, “Sir Wolfe… this is… so… pungent and has such a full bouquet.” She smiled, “Then I realized something bad happened. No one would tell me anything, but I overheard Rivan tell the Knight Commander that we would be traveling under the assumed name ‘Crimson’ and that ‘Baron Leadfoot’s men would be checking every roadhouse, outhouse and barn in the country.’” The princess did a fair impression of a grizzled warrior that made Wolfe chuckle, “That’s why we were traveling through the King’s Wood and then we followed the River Alamar into the Greatwood Forest and then we came upon that clearing and…” She looked into the fire as she trailed off.

Wolfe was surprised to see Turve looking at the princess with concern. Wolfe couldn’t bring himself to meet her gaze and made a show of stirring the embers of the campfire. He stood and brushed ash off his coat, “I’ll be leaving you for the night, but the Robo-Dwarves will stand watch and I will be in the woods and easily able to hear you.” The automatons, clicked, whirred and stood at attention when their master referred to them.

The princess looked up with a start, “You can’t leave me alone. That’s…” she paused, “It doesn’t seem safe.” Wolfe tried to sound sympathetic, it didn’t come naturally, “You’ll be safer with them than me tonight. You’ve heard of me? You’ve heard the stories? Many of them, lies, exaggeration, sensationalized, but my curse is very real. There was a time when I tried to hide it, but that only led to people getting hurt. I am not evil when I change, but I lose a great deal of restraint and become anxious and aggressive. The best way to deal with it, I’ve found, is to spend the night of the Full Moon testing myself against any creature willing. You need to be far away when I find one.”

The princess nodded slowly. She turned to Turve and narrowed her eyes, “What if this one tries to attack me or escape. Why not test yourself against him?” Turve squirmed with discomfort and absentmindedly touched the rope binding his legs and hands, loosely hogtied, meant to impede movement rather than eliminate it. His limited range of movement kept him from fully standing up and gave him a groveling and hunched appearance. Turve almost asked Wolfe to take him too, it was a difficult choice between the clearly vengeful young noble and the legendarily deadly were-dwarf of Hollenbeck. He settled on quiet whimpering.

“Child, I highly doubt this pathetic creature has the will to break wind without permission, let alone attempt some sort of attack on your person,” Wolfe spoke over his shoulder as he strode into the night. He could feel it clawing at his soul, bubbling to the surface. The half-beast. The endless fury of an ancient curse, passed through time immemorial from one damned soul to the next. He had no time or patience for this child’s petty grief. She lives. That should satisfy her. She isn’t the first person to lose a family and there’s very little hope she will be the last. Wolfe snorted, took a few short, experimental lopes and leapt into the trees. The last the princess saw of him he was perched on a branch, silhouetted against the moon, his body looked to be shrinking into itself with jerky movements punctuated by howls of fury and cracking bones.

Frank 2 or Frank Goes to Hollywood (Unofficial)

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Frank 2

Or

Frank Goes to Hollywood

Prologue

Jon is retracing his steps from the opening of Frank. However, though he walks the streets making up songs in his heads, he seems to have no shame of his secret thoughts. People respond to him differently and he finishes each thought to his satisfaction unless he happily takes up another inspiration. When he sits at his cubicle, it at first appears that he’s still working the same job, but it is revealed he is a composer for a mid-tier gaming company that focuses on clones of popular franchises.

Title Card as Jon happily composes at his desk.

Act 1

Jon is constantly berated for adding “inappropriate” material into his compositions. His boss, who seems nice enough, encourages him to be more commercial and to take inspiration from Call of Duty when composing the score for their next installment of Shout of Glory. Jon goes home, dejected and starts to slip into old habits of self-doubt as he watches the people around him.

Back at his apartment, he starts to listen to Frank’s album recorded at Vetno. He smiles and he is visibly emboldened by the music. He messages Frank’s parents who happily give him an emergency contact number. Clara picks up when Jon calls. They have a guarded conversation and Jon asks her to tell Frank he’d like to talk to him if he has a moment.

OS Text 7 Months Later

Frank calls Jon at work and Jon has a hard time giving him his full attention, but when Frank mentions his new album, Jon goes into the bathroom and tells Frank if he ever needs anything, to ask and he looks forward to hearing the new album.

OS Text 1 Year 3 Months Later

Jon is awoken in the middle of the night by a knock at the door. He looks out the peephole and sees Frank’s paper machete head. When he opens the door, Clara reveals she’s holding the head and Frank is nowhere in sight. They have a long conversation about Frank. Clara and Jon agree that it might be good for everyone if they reunited for a time. After the conversation ends, Frank, without his mask, enters with his band.

Act 2

The group works on their album in Jon’s apartment until he is almost evicted. Frank intercedes and tells Jon that they will have to find another place to perform if Jon wants to keep his apartment. Jon offers an acquaintance he met online who has a nice studio in LA and would love to meet Frank. Clara is wary and becomes noticeably more contrary with Jon. Frank decides to trust Jon’s judgement and check out the space.

The group travels to LA where they meet Jon’s online acquaintance, Ron. He eventually reveals to Frank he is part of a cult-like group of fans who have banded together to do covers of his music. Frank is at first flattered, but when they demand Frank lead them in producing music, he declines. They take extreme measures to keep him in place.

The band searches for Frank and discover the cult. Frank refuses to speak to them and Clara turns on Jon, holding him responsible for Frank’s relapse into wearing his mask. Jon is distraught at the turn of events and suggests they hire a cult-breaker to rescue Frank.

Earlier, Frank has convinced Jon’s acquaintance that he doesn't need Frank to make music and switched heads with him. He tells him “You’re Frank now.” And leaves.

The band become convinced by the cult-breaker that Jon is coordinating an effort to make Frank and his friends more marketable by using cult-breaking tactics to brainwash them. After a tense moment, Jon convinces him of his desire to protect Frank and his music. They hit the streets looking for Frank after they discover he’s left the cult.

After encounters with LA, both groups reunite beside the Pacific Ocean.

Act 3

The police are now involved in the chase and most of the Frank cult has been arrested. Now the band has to run from the police and the remaining cult members to keep Frank from being caught. If he’s found out in LA, there will be no way to convince the authorities he isn't connected to the cult of Frank. At the end, Jon says goodbye to Frank and tells him he hopes they see each other again.

Frank: That’d be nice, but it’s really not necessary. I think we've both learned a lot from each other already. See you when I see you, Jon.

Unofficial Treatment for Daredevil TV series

Again, not exactly a film treatment but, I wrote this when they announced the series. Its notes on what I hope its like.

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Daredevil TV Series

Two Storylines referred to as A and B. B details the present where Daredevil is embroiled in a high profile defense case with Frank Castle the Punisher and also finally maneuvering into a position to bring Wilson Fisk to justice. A details how Murdock went from a New York assistant district attorney with high ideals to a defense attorney working out of Hell’s Kitchen. The main storyline is the defense of Luke Cage, framed for the murder of the mother of his daughter. Secondary plot is Murdock’s first adventures as Daredevil and his investigation into the murder of his father Jack Murdock.

Episode 1

A:

Matt Murdock is in his late twenties and works in the District Attorney’s office. His best friend is Detective Franklin “Foggy” Nelson, who is a bit older than Matt and goes to night school to study law. Karen Page works in the same office as a prosecutor as well. They have a moonlighting-esque relationship, there is attraction, but they are both competitive attorneys.

B:

Murdock discovers that Luke Cage, a man put to death a year prior, is alive and working as a vigilante in New York. He is a known associate of Frank Castle and the two have been hammering organized crime for the past six months. Daredevil captures Castle, but is shocked by Cage’s sudden appearance and allows him to escape.

Episode 2

A:

Murdock is given Luke Cage’s case and between Foggy and himself as Year One Daredevil, it becomes apparent that the case is a frame up with support from high level city officials. Foggy is taken off the case when he raises his concerns. Karen takes over the case from Murdock when he makes similar protests. The two decide to quit after it is made clear that their careers will be effectively ruined if they continue in defense of Cage.

B:

Murdock is chosen as Castle’s court appointed attorney and initially is hesitant, but when he meets with Castle and goes over his file he changes his mind. He tells Castle he will not seek acquittal, but if Castle is willing to negotiate a plea bargain or is proven to be mentally unable to stand trial, he will represent him. Castle agrees, stating ominously that he would be fine with spending the rest of his life in Ryker’s. Hired killers break into the precinct holding Castle and Matt takes them out with an assist from Castle, who recognizes Matt’s ability and questions if he is truly blind. Castle kills the hired guns after torturing them while Matt goes to get help further in the station. Matt is horrified when he returns with several police officers and tells Castle if he wants his help, he has to stop murdering. Castle agrees not to kill until the trials conclusion.

Episode 3

A:

Foggy and Matt move into their new offices in Hell’s Kitchen. Their first case is the defense of Luke Cage. The DA asks Matt into his office and tells him it is highly unprofessional and possibly misconduct to defend a client who he had previously been assigned to prosecute. Matt counters that since he was removed from the case before filing any motions or appearing in court, that he was no longer employed in the DA’s office and that any evidence he may have had access to as an assistant DA would be shared during discovery and counters by saying he could bring accusations against the DA of misconduct due to Murdock’s bringing proof of evidence tampering and suppression by the office to frame Cage. They agree not to open that door and let a jury decide. Foggy brings Matt some evidence that at first appears to be liberated from the NYPD (viewer should infer it’s about Cage) but is actually a copy of an old file from fifteen years earlier about Jack Murdock’s murder. Matt opens a secret compartment in his loft and reveals his Daredevil gear, a workbench and an evidence diagram of his father’s murder. He begins to sort through the file and make adjustments to his wall.

B:

Matt visits Frank at Ryker’s where he has been transferred awaiting trial. He berates Castle for the numerous fights he’s been engaged with but begrudgingly acknowledges that Castle has only put inmates into intensive care when they attacked him, barely bruised guards who got in the way and restrained himself from killing anyone. Matt briefly goes over Frank’s calendar, including arraignment and psychological evaluation. Then he shifts the conversation over to his accomplice, an apparently resurrected Luke Cage. Castle feigns ignorance and tells Murdock, even if there was an accomplice, I wouldn’t roll on him. Murdock isn’t sure if Cage was Cage and this further encourages him to represent Castle.

Episode 4

A:

Despite his best efforts, Luke Cage is convicted and sentenced to death for the murder of his girlfriend. Murdock promises to continue working for Cage and appeal the decision. On patrol, Daredevil notices a strange smell and movement that appears to be several people leaping through the air, but they have no heartbeat. He follows them and confronts them when they attack some homeless. He is shocked to find they are Vampire Ninjas and he is nearly bitten when Stick and Elektra intervene. Stick explains the Hand is a ninja clan populated with Vampires and they recruit new members with strong fighting skills. Stick implies they will continue to hunt Daredevil and his only option is to join Stick’s group, ninjas dedicated to hunting down vampires.

B:

Murdock negotiates a plea bargain with DA Karen Page and Castle is sentenced to life in prison with an opportunity for parole after 25 years good behavior. Murdock meets with Castle one last time and Castle warns him that inmates are talking about him and the Kingpin, Wilson Fisk. Murdock reveals he was integral in Fisk’s incarceration and has no fear of him. Daredevil hears Cage embroiled in battle on a Hell’s Kitchen rooftop and moves quickly to cut him off, but he is distracted by movement on his peripheral. He smells vampires, but also the unique scent of Elektra. He goes to tackle her but mistakenly tumbles into Blade who is in town hunting her. 

Episode 5

A; 

Daredevil initially denies Stick’s offer. Elektra shadows Daredevil and protects him. The next time he is attacked he is shocked he didn’t detect her presence until moments before she leapt to his aid. Foggy and Matt begin to mount an appeal for Luke and run into more resistance from the administration. Foggy is basically keeping them afloat by working as a private detective as Murdock concentrates on his activities as Daredevil, investigating his father’s murder and working on Cage’s appeal. None of which involves a paycheck except for the meager stipend as a court appointed lawyer. Elektra and Daredevil share a meal on the roof of his building. He couldn’t sense her, but made an educated guess she was up there. They talk about Stick, Elektra’s past as mob enforcer, her father’s murder, etc.

B: 

Blade and Daredevil argue over how to handle the now vampire Elektra. Blade reveals that the cure is flawed and the infected must want to be saved. Stick administered the cure to Elektra two years ago and she resisted treatment and escaped. Daredevil parts ways with Blade, ominously stating don’t get in my way. Daredevil patrols Hell’s Kitchen looking for Elektra, who can still mask her presence from him. He is fooled by a nest of vampire spawn and again meets up with Blade. They team up to take out the nest and Blade agrees to allow Daredevil to take the first crack at Elektra, but he will finish the job if he fails.

Episode 6

A; 

Daredevil and Elektra spend the night together and continue you to socialize. 

Avengers Forever Part 3: House of A (Unofficial)

This is the third in a series of three movies meant as a capstone to the Marvel Cinematic Universe. It involves time travel, which should be introduced in a prior installment in the cosmic movies, Limbo, which functions as a membrane connecting all possible realities and paradox, a phenomenon created when the main timeline diverges and which can be wielded with the Forever Heart to change the prime timeline permanently.

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Avengers Forever Part 3

House of A

Act1

Open with the last scene from Masters of Evil then fade back from white to:

Coulson is lying on his side. The wounds are healed and scarred and as he hears Dr. Strange yelling 

Wake Up! He starts awake to reveal he is sleeping in a bed, with the cellist. He reaches up with his good arm and wipes sweat from his brow. She asks if he had another night mare and he nods. His son runs in the room and they do something cute. He also has a baby daughter now. After breakfast Coulson says he’s going down to his workshop. When he gets downstairs, he opens a wall to reveal a uniform, eye patch and cybernetic arm. It’s based on Jim Steranko’s SHIELD run and after he gets changed he takes a hidden elevator down into a subway system peopled with SHIELD and Avengers all in the style of Steranko. Everyone on the platform is portrayed by actors whose character died in the past, but it isn’t the focus of the scene, an Easter egg for sharp eyed watchers. Coulson rides a train to SHIELD Command and when he steps off, he is greeted by Dr. Strange, also in a similar styled SHIELD uniform. The hundred mile commute took about two minutes.

They are chasing Scorpio of the Zodiac with a fleet of “Cape-Killer” agents outfitted with Stark and Pym weapons. Avengers stand at the ready to move in on their signal.

Good guys have become despots in the wake of the Masters of Evil, or so it seems, actually Coulson used the Infinity Gauntlet to change reality to give The Masters of Evil heroic souls and this is actually the last remnants of the badly battered and dying prime reality. Strange, Ant-Man and Coulson are the only ones who have any memory of the original timeline and they are fractured. Only Ant-Man knows what Coulson did and he is hiding his knowledge because of it. Phil has flashes of other realities keyed to the phrase “Wake Up!” as spoken by Dr. Strange in the finale of Masters. He not only sees the timeline where the Masters ruled the Earth, but he gets glimpses of the Age of Ultron reality, Star Wars, and Big Hero 6. The last one greatly disorients him and he vomits whenever he sees it.

Red Skull is now Iron Cross

Johann Schmidt was a German Soldier who turned on the SS when he discovered what was happening to the Jews. He racked up massive body counts first as an assassin within Hitler’s organization and then as a guerrilla fighter leading a group of death camp escapees including Jewish families, GIs and other repressed people. Unfortunately he was captured and experimented on. His body was fused with metal and energy from the tesseract. His lower jaw is completely replaced with metal and his mouth is a controlled arc reactor. When he separates his jaws (they open like mandibles) a blue cross of flame is visible and he can breathe it out like dragon-fire. While he was being experimented on, Captain America (Now Chester’s choice, Hodges instead of Rogers) and the Howling Commandos broke into the lab and mistook him for a Nazi super soldier and he fought them. Schmidt ended up powered down and left for dead in the lab, but seven decades later, a lightning strike jumpstarted the reactor in his skull and he awoke to find Captain America installed as a dictator just as cruel as Hitler.

The Zodiac, led by Alexander Lukin, Libra, are a group of freedom fighters trying to win the release of political dissidents imprisoned by the Avengers and SHIELD. Iron Cross is meeting with them in secret to coordinate a strike against the Avengers.

Coulson receives a report telling him this and he cautions the “Micro Avengers” to stay in miniature size to avoid detection until the “Mighty Avengers” squad can join them in support.

Micro Avengers:

Scott Lang, Ant-Man, Leader
Yellow Jacket, science officer and assassin
The Wasp demolitions and assassin
Stature logistics and assassin
The Vision (operating a remote microscopic drone with no size changing powers) Communications

Mighty Avengers:

Captain Marvel Leader
Hulk
Ares Asgardian dignitary and heavy hitter
War Machine (Armor based on Ultimate Avengers run) piloted by Rhodes or Black Widow
The Vision

The Micro Avengers are detected and a fight breaks out. During the operation, as the Avengers act with increasing brutality including lobotomizing members of the Zodiac, Coulson begins to flash to other realities and begins to understand something is amiss. He has visions of the Age of Ultron reality, Star Wars (Not immediately recognizable) and even weird colorful spells where he sees San Fransokyo in all its brilliant color. When Dr. Strange shouts at him to “Wake up!” he suddenly remembers the events of Masters of Evil and comes to the conclusion that the skull has changed realty somehow, though the results seem highly unlike any of the fantasies Schmidt has used the gauntlet to create in the past.

Act 2

Coulson manages to snap Strange out of the “House of A” amnesia and it is revealed that Lang is already aware and trying to disengage from his blood thirsty teammates and abandon the mission. The three of them manage to band together and escape the op, but not before Col. America is made aware.

Hodges is now Colonel America

Private Hodges was a man’s man and Col. Phillips insisted he be chosen as the next test subject when Rogers dropped out before the procedure to marry Peggy Carter and serve as a spy in the SRI.

Hodge managed to complete all the missions that Rogers did in his reality, but every Howling Commando died in the line of duty, often intentionally sacrificed by Hodges to ensure his own personal glorification. After the war, he served as a senator, then president after retiring as a full bird colonel from the US Army. He’s a two-faced, self-involved, manipulating, lying bastard. Think House of Cards style politics. His hands are soaked in blood, but he managed to hide, bribe or bully anyone who came forward to question his record. When the Rogers came after him, he killed both their careers, but they were able to adjust to civilian life and live happily in a retirement community in Queens together, well into their nineties and still in love like kids. He remains combat capable on regimen of super science procedures, drugs and suspended animation naps.

Hodges is the senior SHIELD operative on the council and Coulson’s direct supervisor.

When Col America takes command, he immediately orders Coulson and the others branded as traitors and hunted as vigorously as the Masters of Evil and Zodiac. Most of the Zodiac is decimated as Libra escapes into limbo, abandoning his body completely. Iron Cross escapes for a moment, but when cornered by cape killers after slowing down to save an innocent child, he is left only with a last stand. His daughter, Virtue, escapes with the child, but one of the Micro Avengers hitches a ride with her to the Masters hold out.

Sin is now Virtue

Schmidt had no idea the mad scientists who captured him took so much of his precious bodily fluids. Decades later, Hydra used his DNA to artificially inseminate an egg. Raised by Hydra to be a freedom fighter against the Avengers, she infiltrated the organization and served as Hodge’s sidekick and became his lover. When Virtue was discovered, Hodge locked her up as a political dissident and ruined her good name by revealing her origins as a Hydra (Schmidt’s freedom fighters, branded Nazis by Hodge to cover his botched mission into the labs holding Iron Cross) weapon and the daughter of the notorious Johann Schmidt. When Iron Cross returned from his quasi-death, he found out about her and rescued her.

After pausing to save a child endangered by the Avengers, they are surrounded.

VIRTUE: Oh god, father, they’re so many of them. Take the child, I will hold them!

SCHMIDT: Nein, Liebchen, you are all I have left to fight for, I will not spend your life for anything, let alone to give that bastard the satisfaction of your death as a mere diversion. No, child, keep fighting. It’s time someone killed this tyrant and put an end to his madness. I will not fail again.

Blaring “Flight of the Valkyrie” from his onboard communication systems, (Like Iron Man and his AC/DC) Cross smashes through the Avengers and SHIELD vehicles directly towards Col America.

SCHMIDT: HODGES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

An epic battle begins and just as Iron Cross is about to make the decisive blow, Hodges calls in all the Avengers to take him out. With no regard for the surrounding innocent bystanders, they demolish an entire city block. Schmidt damns them for using him as an excuse to murder thousands and with a damaged Arc Reactor burning through his body, he flies into the sky and explodes safely away from the civilians.

Back at the hold out, Virtue meets up with Justin Hammer, Obie Stane and Al Killian, best friends and resistance fighters who use Arc Reactor tech and the Extremis process (without the explosive side effects and dead test subjects) to run a network of bolt holes for the rest of the Masters of Evil.

Justin Hammer
A true genius on the same level as Tony Stark, but his business was destroyed by industrial espionage and sabotage perpetrated by Stark. He is aware of the fractured reality and has been studying it, though he has no memory of any other reality.

Obie Stane
Howard Stark’s best friend and the only one who knows Tony arranged his own parents’ death to get their fortune. He is heavily scarred from repeated battles with Iron Man. Justin and Al help maintain the Iron Monger suit that he pilots.

Al Killian
Infused with Extremis, but a safer version that grants him enhanced strength and speed, but no energy powers or regeneration. Unfortunately, Iron Man has severely beaten him and he is once again, physically impaired with a prosthetic leg and a cane for his limp. His enhanced strength is still quite useful, but his reflexes aren’t connected correctly anymore. Despite this, he is an eternal optimist and counterpoint to Hammer’s cynical nature.

HAMMER: You came here? Oh god. This is bad, this is so bad. I just saw you on the news, god not even twitter, on the damn news fighting Col America and half of SHIELD. So you came here? Yeah, that makes sense.

KILLIAN: We have to go now.

STANE: Get me booted up, I’ll hold them back.

HAMMER: There’s no point, they’re…

KILLIAN: … already here.

Yellow Jacket lobotomizes Virtue and calls in the rest of the Avengers to attack. Hammer watches his best friends die to protect him as he leads Coulson, Lang and Strange out. Lang lingers back to shut down the Micro Avengers tech. Obie gets riddled with bullets and seems to die. Moments later he lurches the last few inches into the Iron Monger suit as Killian boots him up while fighting off SHIELD Agents with his super strength. Killian dies just as the Iron Monger (now hulk-buster sized) stands and lays into the Avengers. He succeeds in holding them off and Scott Lang witnesses him hitting the self-destruct on his suit and taking out the Mighty Avengers in a massive explosion.

In the escape tunnels, Hammer explains how reality has been frayed and nearly destroyed by the Destiny War and ongoing abuse of the Infinity Gauntlet and its Gems. He leads the trio safely to a gathering of the remaining Masters of Evil at their hidden lair in (can’t call it Latveria, but its Castle Doom goddamnit!) an undisclosed country in Europe.

Masters of Evil

Not a name they chose for themselves, the Masters are hunted criminals. All of them have heroic and tragic twists on their prime reality counterparts’ origins. A plan is formulated with the assumption that someone in SHIELD, Col America is the prime suspect, is using the Gauntlet to destroy reality or destroying reality by using the Gauntlet for personal gain. They plan to find it, take it and destroy it.

STRANGE: You cannot destroy it.

COULSON: Try and stop me.

STRANGE: No, I mean it is literally impossible to destroy. It exists beyond this reality or any other. There is always an infinity gauntlet, there are always infinity gems. IN-FIN-ITE. Without them, the universe would cease to exist.

COULSON: I don’t believe that, there’s always a way!

STRANGE: I’m sorry, there just isn’t a Mt. Doom for this precious… oh. Damn.

COULSON: What?

STRANGE: The Eye of Agamotto has just informed me I have forgotten something quite relevant.

COULSON: It talks to you?

STRANGE: More like it shows its rightful bearer truth. There, indeed, is a way, though it carries grave consequence for failure.

COULSON: How grave?

STRANGE: Everything dies.

LANG: That’s pretty grave.

STRANGE: Please understand what I’m saying when I say “everything.” There are countless, infinite worlds that exist beyond this plane we know as “reality.” If we manage to destroy the Gauntlet and Gems, and that is an incredibly large “if,” we may very well unmake every single plane of existence ever conceived, dreamed, created, wrought, born… you get it. Everything dies.

The Gauntlet is being held in a high security SHIELD facility. After an “oceans 11” style heist shifts into a massive brawl, Coulson is left confronting Col America who reveals the truth.

HODGES: Are you crazy, Phil? Have you lost your goddamn mind? That thing is yours! You locked it into that vault all by yourself, I never had any idea what you kept in there. I just knew it was the one thing on this planet you would kill me to keep. So I let you keep it. Never needed it. I didn’t do this, nobody you’ve accused has done… THIS. This is your world, Phil. If that Gauntlet made it this way, you were the one wearing it.

As Phil remembers locking the Gauntlet up, with Strange and Lang’s help designing the vault, using it to erase their own memories, (against Lang’s wishes) he also remembers what he did with the Gauntlet in the Masters finale. He gave the Masters of Evil heroic souls at birth, undoing their evil lives. And to do that, the Gauntlet took the heroic souls of the Avengers, leaving them ordinary and much more subject to corruption and selfish behavior. Call it balance, call it a Monkey’s Paw. Before Phil realized where the Masters of Evil gained their heroism from, he erased his memory and settled into the House of A.

The reality quakes come faster and now everyone can perceive them as well as Coulson, Strange and Lang. Other intellectual property owned by the Disney Corp gets mixed in as Coulson screams and the world turns to white as they destroy the Gauntlet.

Act 3

Coulson wakes up in a huge bank of human bodies connected to “Matrix” style batteries. For a moment, he thinks (and maybe the audience too) that Ultron manufactured the entire mad scenario to keep humans sedated and in the “Matrix.” (That’s a WB property though, so it’s more of an homage than a crossover)

After a short episode in the Age of Ultron reality, he slips again and wakes up on Princess Leia’s cruiser in the opening of episode IV. He is now the rebel soldier being choked by Darth and just before he dies, he shifts again into Big Hero 6.

Now Coulson is animated and no longer vomits and seizes when he interacts with this reality. After another short scene, he slips again, into Limbo where pieces of reality are floating adrift. Libra appears and explains that this is all that’s left.

Coulson, Strange and Lang fight their way through pieces of other realities to reach the moment in Avengers 2012 when Coulson is killed by Loki. Coulson figures if he stops Fury from bringing him back with the LMD plan, he can head all this off. He also has another motive that he doesn’t reveal to Lang and Strange, who leave to get the LMD and a spare Loki to replace the one Coulson is about to kill.

Avengers 2012

In a piece of reality from the Marvel Cinematic Universe, Coulson manages to cross into the moment of his death at the hands of Loki. House of A Coulson has an identical spear from Limbo and stabs Loki in the same manner as Loki was about to do to the 2012 Coulson. He kicks the body out the hole.

HOUSE OF A COULSON: You’re going to have to explain it to him.

2012 COULSON: Explain what, obviously evil twin?

HOA COULSON: Thor’s about to find his brother’s body. You’re going to have to convince him to destroy it and pretend it didn’t happen. And I’m not evil. I’m just tired.

2012 COULSON: How’s that going to work?

HOA COULSON Another Loki will be along shortly…

HOA Coulson suddenly gets aggressive and starts screaming through tears.

COULSON: It’s all my fault, you see! You see what I am! I did this. We do this. It’s all our fault. You can never come back! I’ve got it all worked out, you won’t be missed. You can never come back. PROMISE ME! YOU WILL NEVER COME BACK!

2012 Coulson, obviously shocked by the situation and his future self’s severe mutilation, nods dumbly as HOA Coulson shoves a parachute in his arms and throws him through the hole.

HOA COULSON: GO TO PORTLAND YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!!!

HOA Coulson picks up the copy spear, braces it against the wall and leans back into it, slowly impaling himself just below the edge of the screen. He looks content when he settles down into a sitting position. He rolls to his side, slowly, so slowly pulls the spear back out again with his good arm. He kicks it out the window and rolls up into a sitting position. Fury arrives.

HOA COULSON: Don’t bring me back, Nick. I don’t want anymore. I’ve seen too… I’ve seen all I can stomach. You just need… good pair… of eyes. He can… he can do it. Keep him secret… ‘til its time.

The LMD enters the room as Nick lays Coulson to rest.

Months later in the 2012 reality…

The Coulson LMD (using footage from the SHIELD television premiere) is walking out of the hanger and says “Don’t touch Lola” after that, he continues a conversation on his phone.

LIFE MODEL DECOY COULSON: You settling in? We could trade once in a while if you get bored.

Cut to 2012 Coulson, now living happily in Portland and holding his son.

2012 COULSON: I’m good. We’re good. Besides, I don’t think my wife is into swinging, even if you are pretty good-looking and totally her type. We’re good. This is your show, now. It’s what we wanted.

LMD Coulson smiles and hangs up. Then his eyes turn "ULTRON RED" as the screen fades to black.