Avenging X-Bolt and FadeToBlackBolt Present:
Marvel Genesis X-Men #1 RATED T+
Panel 1/ Angled topographic view of a woman giving birth. She is surrounded by Mesopotamian Witch Doctors.
CAP: Approximately 5000 Years Ago. 3000. Sumer.
DOCTOR #1: <Please Anu, let this woman and her child live>
Panel 2/ Close up on the Doctor’s horrified face.
DOCTOR #1: <She is dead. But the child lives.>
DOCTOR #3: <That is no child.>
Panel 3/ Show the baby, laying on the ground, on a stack of leaves, in front of its dead mother. The baby has grey skin, and blue lips with several protruding blue veins. Its face is completely emotionless.
DOCTOR #1: <Kill it. Send this abomination to the Great Below. It does not belong in our world.>
DOCTOR #2: <Foul creature.>
Panel 4/ Baby’s perspective. The third Doctor raises a knife about to strike.
DOCTOR #3: <Die, Nameless One.>
Panel 1/ Elevated side on view of the knife smashing over the baby’s face, as its skin is apparently impenetrable.
DOCTOR #3: ARGH!
Panel 2/ The baby looks at the Doctor.
Panel 3/ The Doctor grabs the baby by the head and lifts it into the air.
DOCTOR #2: What manner of creature is this?
Panel 1/ The baby’s form has altered to imitate the size and shape of the Doctor. It does not have any clothes or any distinguishing features. Essentially, it’s a blank slate of a human form.
DOCTOR #3: <By Anu...>
Panel 2/ The Nameless One looks at the shattered knife on the ground. His hand begins to transform into the shape of the knife.
Panel 3/ The Nameless One stabs the Doctor in the face, killing him.
Panel 1/ Large shot of the Nameless One, whose form has taken on an armoured appearance. He is still only grey, with bulbous blue veins around his body. He is sitting on a throne with hundreds of slaves bowing before him.
CAP: Approximately 2000 Years Later. Egypt.
NARRATIVE CAP: After it had destroyed its people, who had shunned and cursed it, the Nameless One gave itself a name; En Sabah Nur. It has since become an engine of destruction.
Panel 2/ Show various scenes in a montage of Nur destroying dozens of people with his shape-altering abilities. He has grown hammers for hands, gigantically tall, etc...
NARRATIVE CAP: En Sabah Nur destroyed and conquered. It believed only the strong deserved life, and there were none stronger than Nur and his kin. They came to be known as Mutants.
Panel 3/ Montage of various mutants being born, their mutations being physically obvious.
NARRATIVE CAP: It was unknown what birthed the Mutants, only that they began with Nur. It was not the Progenitor, but it was the first. It was the beginning.
Panel 4/ Montage of Mutants helping to build the Pyramids.
NARRATIVE CAP: Mutants were the future, but they were still only few.
Panel 1/ Show a small cabal of white-cloaked beings sitting in a circle inside of a cave.
NARRATIVE CAP: And soon these few realised their limitations. Mutants were the future, they were not for the present. Nur would bring about their downfall with his hubris.
Panel 2/ The white cloaked beings, known as Exemplars, battle Nur. They attack with elemental and energy strikes.
NARRATIVE CAP: These rebels, these Exemplars, knew that if they did not remove Nur from power, humans would find a way to defeat it and all Mutantkind. If Nur was not stopped, he would be the Mutant Apocalypse.
Panel 3/ Nur is being sucked through a portal.
NARRATIVE CAP: The Exemplars defeated Nur, but not even they could truly destroy it. They used their combine might to seal Nur in another dimension, a plane of existence called the Negative Zone.
Panel 4/ Topographic view of the Exemplars walking away in different directions.
NARRATIVE CAP: And so the Exemplars, and the Mutants, wandered the Earth separately, waiting for their species’ time to prosper. Waiting for the future.
Panel 1/ A bald man in a wheelchair is sipping a cup of coffee in a small cafe. He is approximately 30-40 years old.
CAP: 5 Years Ago. Westchester, New York.
Panel 2/ The man checks his watch.
MAN: Hmm, it’s probably time I move on. I mustn’t miss my appointment.
Panel 3/ Background shot of the bald man, in the foreground we see two men wearing balaclavas enter the Cafe, wielding pistols.
BURGLAR #1: Dude, Tim Roth was right, no one ever robs Restaurants!
BURGLAR #2: That reference is at least 15 years old, just get the damn till.
Panel 3/ Burglar #1 shoots a hole in the roof.
BURGLAR #1: Listen up, be a hero, we shoot you, relax and give up your cash and valuables; you’ll be fine.
Panel 4/ The man in the wheelchair is moving toward the door.
BURGLAR #1: What the Hell? You deaf, man?!
MAN: No, just crippled. But I have an appointment, so if you’ll excuse me. And for the record, I’d advise you leave. This is most improper, and whilst I’m sure you have your reasons, crime is never the way.
Panel 5/ Burglar #2 points the gun at Charles’ face. The Burglar is laughing.
BURGLAR #2: Dude, are you serious?
MAN: My name is Charles, not “dude”, and I’ve grown tired of this. You’ve made me late.
Panel 1/ Splash. Burglar #2 has his gun in his mouth, and the other Burglar is holding his gun to his own head.
CHARLES: Are you aware that approximately one in every million people are born with a genetic trait that sets them apart from humanity?
BURGLAR #1: Holy crap! He’s one of them. He’s a mutie!
CHARLES: Ah, so you are familiar with the concept. I’m glad. You see, mutations aren’t always advantageous. The boy I’m about to visit can’t open his eyes lest he destroy all he sees. I lost the ability to walk when I turned fourteen. But I also gained something.
Panel 1/ Charles is levitating in mid-air, the Burglar’s positions haven’t changed.
CHARLES: I can move things with my mind. All things. For example, right now I’m altering the Synaptic flow of your brain, disrupting the connections between the Occipital Lobe and memory centres so that everything you’re seeing will be stored in your Short Term Memory.
Panel 2/ Close up on Charle’s face. He has a completely relaxed expression.
CHARLES: In five minutes, you’ll forget this ever happened, as will everyone else in this room. And to make sure you don’t try this ever again, I’m altering your Cerebellum, you’ll be physically incapable of firing a trigger. Though it will take a few moments to kick in.
Panel 3/ Charles has released the two men. They are standing firmly on the floor, with horrified looks on their faces.
BURGLAR #1: Sorry-so-sorry. We’ll go.
CHARLES: Good lad.
Panel 4/ The second Burglar, now behind Charles, then pulls his gun out, points it directly at Charles’ head and fires.
Panel 5/ The bullet is stopped in mid-air.
CHARLES: I can move all things. Now you had best run.
Panel 1/ Charles is in front of a desk. There is an elderly woman seated there.
CHARLES: I’m here to see the Summers’ boy.
RECEPTIONIST: Just a moment... Wait. The Summers’ boy? Are you sure?
RECEPTIONIST: I’ll just call Madame Montgomery
Panel 2/ Charles is being lead by a middle-aged woman through a hallway.
MONTGOMERY: Before we visit the Summers’ boy, I’d best warn you. He is not normal. He’s a...mutant.
CHARLES: Well as long as he’s not in a wheelchair, I hate people like that.
Panel 3/ Shot of a door with a large label reading; “SCOTT SUMMERS. DANGER. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.” Charles and Montgomery are visible in the background.
CHARLES: Proceed with Caution? Your compassion is breathtaking.
MONTGOMERY: Before you continue with your sanctimonious speech, you might wish to understand that this boy managed to decimate his entire middle school. The boy is a threat to everyone he meets.
CHARLES: We’ll see.
Panel 4/ Charles approaches a 13 year old male, who is sitting on his bed. He is hanging his head in shame, and has a series of bandages wrapped around his eyes.
CHARLES: Hello, Scott. My name is Professor Charles Xavier.
Panel 5/ Charles looks toward Montgomery. Scott has not moved.
CHARLES: Could you give us a moment?
Panel 1/ Charles is holding a brown box.
CHARLES: I know about you, Scott. You’re a mutant.
SCOTT: I’m a freak.
CHARLES: Every thirteen year old boy thinks they’re a freak.
Panel 2/ Scott begins unwrapping his bandages.
SCOTT: Yeah, well, not every thirteen year old guy looks like this.
Panel 3/ Close up on Scott’s face. He’s a handsome man, save for his eyes, which are closed. The skin around his eyes is torn apart and scarred.
SCOTT: I’m immune to my power, unfortunately, when it first manifested; I wasn’t. I tried to get a skin-graft, but the Doctor said that they were unable to operate anywhere near my eyes, due to the large amounts of explosive energy capable of bursting forth from them.
Panel 4/ Front on shot of Xavier opening the box.
CHARLES: Speaking of your gifts, I’ve brought something for you. Something I think may help.
Panel 1/ Scott is leaping in the air with joy. A broad smile across his face. Scott is wearing a pair of red-lens sunglasses.
SCOTT: I CAN SEE!
Panel 2/ Charles is facing an exuberant Scott.
CHARLES: What would you say to coming and living with me as my ward, Scott? You can learn to master your powers.
SCOTT: Master them? I’d rather just get rid of them. But I hate it here, so I’d love to come live with you.
Panel 3/ A sincere smile is spread across Charles’ face.
CHARLES: Excellent! Let’s go home.
Panel 1/ Close up of Scott. He is wearing a technologically advanced visor, with a slim stream of red lens visible. He is standing in a large, grey-walled, cube-like room.
CAP: Present Day. Xavier Mansion; Basement Level. “Danger Room.”
SCOTT: OK, Professor, I’m ready.
CHARLES (OP): Initiate Protocol; Cyclops 01.
Panel 2/ A robotic turret pops out of the ground and fires at Scott. Scott dodges it with a cartwheel.
Panel 3/ A second turret appears behind Scott, and fires. He dodges it with a somersault.
Panel 4/ Three more turrets appear and fire at Scott, who continues to dodge the blasts with a variety of acrobatic manoeuvres.
Panel 1/ Splash. Scott fires off a single beam from his eyes, which ricochets from each turret, destroying all five of them.
SCOTT: Five-in-one. New record!
Panel 1/ Charles and Scott are moving toward the front door of Xavier Mansion. Scott has a towel draped around his neck.
CHARLES: That was impressive, Scott, but remember, surviving is far more important than putting on a show.
SCOTT: I know, Professor, I just need to cut loose now and then. It’s not like I can go out and destroy a mountain.
Panel 2/ Charles stops his wheelchair and faces Scott. Scott looks down toward the Professor.
CHARLES: I actually thought about expanding our ranks a little. Our guest should be here momentarily.
SCOTT: Really? That’s great, Professor. It’s been just the two of us for so long, it’ll be nice to have another person to chat to.
Panel 3/ Perspective from the door. Charles is smiling and Scott has a look of shock on his face.
JEAN: Howdy, guys, my name’s Jean.
Pane 4/ A large shot of a teenage girl with vibrant red hair flowing around her shoulders. She has a huge grin on her face. She’s wearing a short, black and white plaid skirt, and a black, sleeveless shirt.
JEAN: Let’s get Mutating!
Panel 1/ Scott and Jean are eating dinner together. They are seated adjacent to each other. Scott has his sunglasses on, rather than his visor.
SCOTT: So what’s your ability, Jean?
JEAN: No matter what I wear, my butt never looks big. Also, I can move stuff with my mind, but it’s more like a shove, than a claw machine. Like, I could throw you against the wall, and tear all your clothes off, just with my mind.
Panel 2/ Same shot.
SCOTT: Oh...OK, that’s like Professor. Only, he doesn’t...clothes.
JEAN: What about you? What can you do? Aside from not look like a douche while wearing sunglasses inside?
SCOTT: Um, well, at first I wasn’t really sure what I did, but the Professor helped me figure it out.
Panel 3/ Scott is moving his arms around as he’s speaking. Same shot aside from that.
SCOTT: Basically, my body absorbs all kinds of energy, particularly sunlight. It then converts that energy into a beam of pure concussive force that is fired from my eyes. For whatever reason, I can’t control it though, so I have to wear these ruby-quartz glasses.
JEAN: Huh, interesting. If looks could kill, ey?
Panel 4/ Close up on a smiling Scott.
Panel 1/ Topographic shot of Charles Xavier is sleeping in his bed.
CAP: Three Weeks Later.
Panel 2/ Same angle shot of a shadow falling across Charles’ bed.
VOICE: Hello again, old friend.
Panel 3/ Same angle shot of Charles’ empty bed.
Panel 1/ Scott, in a shirt and boxer shorts, his sleeping attire, runs into Jean’s room.
SCOTT: Jean! Wake up!
Panel 2/ Close up on Jean’s confused face. Her hair is dishevelled and she’s clearly still tired.
JEAN: Scott, before 7 AM, I’m not cute and charming, I’m vicious and ***-kicky.
Panel 3/ Close up of Scott’s concerned face.
SCOTT: The Professor is gone.
Panel 1/ Scott and Jean are suited up in full combat gear. Scott has a phone in his hands.
JEAN: Who’re you calling? You only know the Prof and I.
SCOTT: The Professor once told me that if anything ever happened to me, I should call a friend of his named Moira, and that she would know what to do.
Panel 2/ Close up of Jean nodding.
Panel 3/ Jean has stopped nodding and begins laughing.
JEAN: Oh man, I can’t believe the Prof had a girlfriend, that just seems so weird.
Panel 4/ Scott, holding the phone to his ear, looks back at Jean.
SCOTT: We don’t know they slept together.
JEAN: Pfft. You are so naive. Kinda hot though.
Panel 5/ Close up of Scott on the phone.
SCOTT: Jean, we’ll flirt late- Oh, yes. Hello? Moira McTaggert, this is Scott Summers; Professor Charles Xavier’s ward. I need your help.
Panel 1/ Pitch black.
VOICE: Three blind mice. Three blind mice.
Panel 2/ A mouse is running along the ground.
VOICE: See how they run. See how they run.
Panel 3/ A hand grabs the mouse by the tail.
VOICE: They all ran after the farmer’s wife.
Panel 4/ As the mouse is struggling to escape the person’s grip, their other hand brings a knife down severing the mouse’s tail.
VOICE: Who cut off their tails with a carving knife?
Panel 5/ The hand is now holding the mouse by the stomach.
VOICE: Did you ever see such a sight in your life-
Panel 6/ Silhouette of the mouse being dropped into the person’s mouth.
VOICE: CRUNCH. As three blind mice?
Panel 1/ Splash. A handsome man is sitting cross-legged in a dark room. He has two large wings extending from his back. There are several mice in a box in front of him.
ANGEL: One down, who’s up next? Three blind mice...