By FadeToBlackBolt 9 Comments
This is the first 11 pages of a Superman OGN (in script form) that I had planned, but lost the motivation to continue. Not for lack of love of the character, just because scripting takes forever. If the response here asks for it however, I'm willing to continually update the story of Superman's Origin, according to me.
Standard shot of (by contrast) miniscule planet in front of a giant Red Sun.
CAP: Krypton. Population: 100 Billion.
Zoom in to show a topographic view of the outer layers of Kryptonian civilisation.
CAP: Kryptonopolis. Capital City. Population: 30 Billion.
Panel / 3
Zoom in again to show a topographic shot of a magnificent building.
CAP: Home to the House of El. Population 2.
CAP: Home to the House of El. Population 3.
Shot of a regally dressed Jor-El holding a crying baby in front of a tired Lara, who has clearly just given birth, assisted by a medical robot, that bears a familiar digital triangular shape across its interface.
JOR-EL: You did it, Lara.
LARA: We did it, love.
Jor-El gives the baby over to Lara.
JOR-EL: What shall we call him?
Close up shot of Lara cradling the baby.
LARA: Kal. Kal-El.
The robot at Lara’s bedside begins flashing and making an alarming noise.
ROBOT: URGENT! TREMENDOUS INSTABILITY OF SUN-CORE!
A startled Jor-El runs over to his command console in the background, we are viewing this from the robot’s POV, as we see Jor-El in the background, and Lara and a crying Kal in the foreground.
JOR-EL: NO! It’s too soon, please Rao, it’s too soon!
LARA: Jor-El, what is it? What’s going on?
JOR-EL: It’s the sun. It’s expanding.
Back shot of Lara slowly getting up cradling Kal-El. Jor-El is still visible in the background.
LARA: Now!? I thought you said that was years away. You said we had more time.
JOR-EL: I thought we did.
Page 3 and 4:
Panel 1/ SPLASH.
A missile shaped object is leaving the atmosphere of Krypton. The Superman/House of El Symbol is engraved on the front. As the Red Sun engulfs Krypton in the background, causing half of the planet to burst out in an explosion; green rocks fly out in every direction, many alongside the missile.
CAP: Krypton. Population 0.
JOR-EL (CAP): There’s only room in the shuttle for one, Lara. I’m sorry.
LARA (CAP): But, he’ll be all alone.
JOR-EL (CAP): No, we’ll be with him. Always.
LARA (CAP): I just got my son, Jor-El. I can’t lose him now.
JOR-EL (CAP): I’m sorry, my love. I am so sorry. But we have no other choice.
LARA (CAP): At least... At least send him somewhere safe...
A rusty old farmer’s Ute is driving along a dirt highway. There is a middle-aged (around 40 years old) couple in the front seats. The man is driving.
CAP: Smallville, Kansas. Earth. Four Years Later.
MAN: I’m sorry, Martha. I... I know how much you wanted kids. Look, maybe there’s still a chance. I’ll start wearing boxers... God, I’m so sorry.
Close up on Martha’s gently smiling face.
MARTHA: Oh hush up, Jonathan. The good Lord will provide; He always has.
Close up on Jonathan.
JONATHAN: Provide you with a new husband, maybe.
Shot of Martha slapping the back of Jonathan’s head. They’re both smiling.The entire front of the Ute is visible, and in the background, so is a descending object flying toward them from the sky, covered in smoke and fire.
MARTHA: You keep talking like that and I just may find myself another.
JONATHAN: Heh, sorry.
Panel 5/ Angled topographic view of the descending object, the Kryptonian missile, crashing directly in front of Jonathan and Martha’s Ute.
Show Jonathan and Martha through the Ute’s smashed windshield, both appearing very dishevelled and disoriented.
JONATHAN: What the Hell hit us..? Are you OK, Martha?
Martha is staring at the audience, with a look of total shock on her face. Jonathan is looking at her.
Both are staring forward now, looking at the audience; sharing the same dumbfounded expression.
JONATHAN: Oh my God.
A four-year old boy, with black hair and bright blue eyes, is standing in a pit of fire and ash, smiling, while lifting the front end of the Ute.
JONATHAN: Martha... Did I hit my head..? Very, very hard. Because I see a kid that could play Defensive Tackle for the Metros.
MARTHA: If you did, so did I. Jonathan, I think the good Lord has provided.
Side shot of a young Clark Kent, approximately 5 years old, standing in front of his kneeling mother. He has a despondent look on his face.
CAP: One Year Later.
CLARK: But m-mom, I want to go to school with the other kids.
Close up of Martha’s face, she is smiling, but there is a tear in her left eye.
MARTHA: I know, sweetie. And I’m sorry, but you can’t. You just have to stay home for school, for just a few more years. It’s for your own good, Clark, I promise.
Same angle shot as Panel 1, only Clark is now an adolescent of around 12 years, and is slightly taller than his mother.
CAP: Seven Years Later
CLARK: Say mom, Pete was telling me about this junior football thing, and it sounded really swell. Do you think I could play?
MARTHA: I don’t think that’s a good idea, Clark. You could wind up hurting the other children.
Close up of Clark’s face. He is slightly annoyed, but more upset than anything.
CLARK: It’s not like I’d hurt them on purpose, mom. And I can control myself. I’d never hurt anyone. I...I’m not a monster, mom.
Martha is now hugging Clark tightly. His arms hang limp beside him.
MARTHA: No, Clark, you’re not a monster. You could never be. You’re an angel.
Clark turns away from Martha.
CLARK: Thanks, mom. I love you.
Clark is sitting outside, on the porch-bench. He is just watching the horizon, with a complete lack of emotion. It’s night. Probably around 9pm.
CAP: Four Years Later
JONATHAN (OP): What’re you up to, Clark?
CLARK: Nothing. Just getting some air.
Jonathan is leaning against the side of the house. Clark turns toward him.
CLARK: Today, I was cleaning up my room. I tried to blow some dust away. I’m still looking for my lamp.
Front on shot of Clark looking forward, and Jonathan resting his hand on his son’s shoulder, comfortingly. He is running his free hand through his hair, he is clearly concerned for his child.
JONATHAN: Well, I suppose with your strength, it makes sense that you’d have big lungs. I think. Biology was never my strong point.
CLARK: It’s not just strength, dad.
Close up shot of Jonathan’s confused face.
JONATHAN: Clark... What haven’t you told us?
Panel 1/ Splash.
Clark is hovering in mid-air in front of a completely dumbfounded Jonathan. Clark’s expression is one of total despondency.
CLARK: A single child born with extra dense muscular tissue and bone marrow is probably possible. I mean, highly unlikely, but possible. This isn’t. I’m not human, dad.
JONATHAN: Come with me, son.
Shot, from inside of the storm-cellar, of Jonathan leading down the stairs.
JONATHAN: Before I show you this, I want you to know that everything we’ve done, we’ve done to keep you safe.
CLARK: Dad, you’re starting to freak me out.
Jonathan lifts a concealed trap-door that reveals an additional set of stairs.
JONATHAN: When your mother and I found you, Clark. We didn’t just find you... We found something else too.
CLARK: Like what? A note from my birth-parents?
Close up on Jonathan’s guilty face.
JONATHAN: Something like that.
Jonathan flicks the light switch. Taken from the POV of the inside of the room. The reader can’t see what it is; the utterly devastated look on Clark’s face should be focus.
CLARK: What in the world is that?!
JONATHAN: That’s the thing, Clark... It’s not from our world.
Clark super-speeds out of the cellar, and Jonathan is left looking shocked, yelling after his son.
JONATHAN: CLARK! Come back! Clark!
Close up on Jonathan’s defeated face.
JONATHAN: Well, that’s new. My son can run.
Clark is standing in a large field, looking up at the sky.
LEX (OP): You know this is Luthor property?
An early 20s, bald youth is walking toward Clark. Clark’s over-the-shoulder perspective.
CLARK: Oh, I’m sorry. I’ll leave.
LEX: It’s alright. What’re you doing out here? If you’re burying a dead prostitute, I must warn you that my father has probably used all of the free earth.
Clark is wearing a sad smile as he shakes Lex’s hand.
CLARK: No, nothing like that. Just found out my parents had been lying to me for a long time. I... just needed to get away. My name’s Clark.
LEX: Nice to meet you, Clark. Parents tend to do that, you know, lie to you. They’ll claim it’s for your protection, or because they didn’t want to hurt you, but really; it’s because they want to keep you down. Humans may have evolved well beyond the other creatures on the Earth, but that doesn’t mean we still don’t want to eat our young. So what lie did your parents tell you?
Clark is standing next to Lex, both are staring at the sky.
CLARK: I’m...uh, I’m adopted. Only just found out a few hours ago.
LEX: That’s rough. My dad made me pay board at 14. Do you have any idea how much board is on a 70 acre mansion?
CLARK: I live on a farm.
LEX: So, no. Economy of words, Clark.
Same shot only now Clark is looking at Lex.
CLARK: So you must be Lex, right? The prodigal son of the Luthor family?
LEX: The one and only... Well, at least until I perfect cloning. Maybe then I’ll have someone to play Chess with.
CLARK: I can play Chess.
Close up on a smiling Lex.