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Copyright 2002. All Rights Reserved.
Spark: Episode one, The Chosen
Copyright 2002
Larry
FADE IN:
EXT. NEW WORLD CITY SKYLINE -- NIGHT
The camera pans across the New World City skyline.
Scene fades to a pan across inner city apartment buildings.
FADE IN:
INT. PETER'S BEDROOM -- CONTINUOUS
Scene opens on a bird's eye view of Peter's Bed room. He and are sleeping in a spoon position. The alarm clock radio goes of blasting some rock tune. Peter wakes up and turns to his dresser to turn the radio down. He rubs his eyes and shakes his partner awake.
PETER
Com'on, babe. Time to get up.
Alex grumbles pitifully under his breath.
PETER (CONT'D)
Yeah, yeah. I know.
Peter gets up from the bed and heads off to the shower.
INT. PETER'S BATHROOM. -- MOMENTS LATER
Peter steps into the shower and turns on the shower head. He tilts his head back as the water caresses over his body. Peter is a 19 yo mulatto. He inherited his grey eyes, and silky black hair from his Caucasian father. His full lips and round nose came from his African American Mother. And his skin and a flattering mix of both, giving him a lightly tanned color.
Peter stands at about 5'6". He has a slim but very muscular body, a tight round butt, and well endowed genitals.
Peter's body is also covered in various tattoos, including a barbed wire pattern on his arm and an image of a tiger claw tearing through his chest.
Peter 10-15 minute hot showers have become a nightly ritual ever since he got into his current line of work, and they never seem to quite do the trick. He takes one shower before he heads out, which like this one, are normally relaxing and meant as a form of mental preparation for work. Then when he gets home he immediately takes another shower, in which he vigorously scrubs away the filth of that evening.
Peter washes his face running his hands across his head. Most of his hair has been shaved off, leaving two long bangs in the front. After rinsing the last of the soap, Peter steps out of the shower.
INT. PETER'S APARTMENT. -- CONTINUOUS
Peter steps out into the living room. Behind a small partition is the kitchen, where Alex is cooking up breakfast. Since the two work at night, they normally just eat take out or what ever left overs they can find, but every once in a while alex likes to do something nice for Peter. Peter and Alex have a similar build and similar height. Alex has short hair, which he normally keeps dyed blue. He has hazel eyes and soft white skin.
Peter comes up behind Alex and wraps his arms around the 20 yo's waist. His hand reaches for Alex's penis. Both Peter and Alex spent most of their time around the house wearing little or nothing.
ALEX
Hope you're hungry.
PETER
Mmm, always.
Peter kisses alex on the cheek, and playfully slaps his ass before heading to the table. Peter sits down grabs the remote and turns on the television. The TV fades in on a news report.
REPORTER'S VOICE
The has been the third anti gay
hate crime in a many week. The
suspects are still at large.
PETER
Man, dis is some fucked up shit!
You hear another one got killed.
ALEX
I know, I was readin' dat shit in
the paper the other day. It's
crazy, man.
Alex comes over to the tables and sets the break fast plates down. He sits down at a diagonal angle from Peter and looks deep into his eyes.
ALEX (CONT'D)
Maybe we just shouldn't go out
tonight.
PETER
Com'on, ain't nothin' gonna happen.
ALEX
I don't know.
Peter takes Alex's hand, raises it to his mouth and kisses his knuckles
PETER
I'll take care of you, promise.
INT. PETER'S APARTMENT. -- MOMENTS LATER
Peter and alex get themselves dressed and ready for work. Peter puts on his black mech t-shirt with his baggy black jeans. He puts on his silver chains, watch, and earring to really set off the look. He then slings his long black trench coat over his shoulders. Alex's look is more colorful, however. He wears his black tank top, also mech, with his baggy blue jeans, and black boot. Atop his head he wears a backwards denim ball cap. The denim jacket with patriotic patches and the words "American Fag" stitch into the back complete his ensemble.
The two make their way down stairs to Peter's black jeep. They ride of into the night, looking for action and ready to "party".
EXT. CLUB XXX -- LATER
Peter jeep pulls up to a popular gay/lesbian/bi club called Club XXX.
INT. CLUB XXX -- CONTINUOUS
Peter and Alex walk nonchalantly into the club. As they look out into the crowd they see a light haze of smoke lingering in the air. The music is blasting wildly and a crowd of drunken hormone driven teens gyrate to the rhythm. The club is basically a sex orgy. Teen of every sexual orientation come and enjoy each other openly and freely. Obviously this club tries to avoid legal entanglement so a strict "no drugs" policy is enforced. Which isn't always easy, but for the most part it works.
Guests are given the option to check their clothes at the door {which also help limit the amount of drugs slipped in}. Peter and Alex have often enjoyed this privilege when visiting on their off hour, but tonight was all business. Peter and Alex are male prostitutes. The clients include either sex, and even transsexuals.
Alex is considerably open when it comes to his clients, but over the years Peter has established some rules to keep the safe. First always bring protection {which can include condoms and the occasional weapon.
Second no drugs, don't use them don't mess with clients who use them. Third no hard liquor on the job, impairs judgment {extension of previous rule}. Next no group sex or bondage, never leave yourself in a compromising position. Alex's tendency to deviate from the rule does make him more money, but usually gets him in more trouble.
Peter and Alex kiss briefly on the lips before going their separate way into the sea of people. Peter makes small talk with a handsome young boy probably 17, if not younger. The boy has spiked brown hair with blonde tips, lightly tanned skin, and a gorgeous smile. Peter whispers something in this fine young specimen's ear, managing to lure him away from his friend. They proceed into the bathroom.
INT. BATHROOM/CLUB XXX -- CONTINUOUS
The club has four bathrooms the to on the top floor are the typical washroom areas. The bottom floor is where all the real action takes place. The corresponding washrooms are no different. Peter leads his young customer into one. It's a large room filled with stall made into makeshift glory holes. Peter and his young friend find and empty stall. The young boy is grinning from ear to ear.
PETER
This ya first time?
YOUNG BOY
{Laughs} Yeah.
PETER
Don't worry, you just let ol' Pete
take care o' ya.
Peter lifts the boy's shirt up just over his chest. He leans in and start licking and sucking. On his nipple.
YOUNG BOY
Oh... Fuck. {Whispering}
Peter wraps his arms around the boy's waist pulling him close. The boy rests his hands on Peter's shoulders. Peter lowers his arms, letting his long coat drop to the floor. He then returns his hands to the boy's waist and begins licking the side of his neck.
YOUNG BOY (CONT'D)
Aw, yeah. {Low whisper}
The boy starts to caress Peter's strong back, feeling the muscles underneath his shirt. Peter hands clutch the boy's tight ass, just as he drive his tongue into his hungry mouth. The two feel each other's erections against one another. Peter steps away from the boy, slightly, and unfastens the teen's pant's, who works to remove his own shirt completely.
Peter drops to his knees and pulls the boy's penis from his boxers it's a solid 6" rod, cut with a bulging pink head. Already Peter can see the boy's leaking. He decides to tease him, just to see how long he can hold out. Peter start by letting his tongue slowly slide out of his mouth, just enough to touch the tip of his anxious client's penis. This alone sends shivers through the boy. Peter work the tip a little more, wiggling his tongue into it.
Then Peter lowers his head to lick the boy's ball's, which to Peter's surprise were shaved.
PETER
You came prepared! {With a smile.}
The boy only giggled in response. Pete returns his attention to the cock in front of him. He slides his tongue along the bottom from base to tip, creating more of the intended shivers. A bead of semen leaked out onto Peter's tongue. "No more game." Peter decided. "Now I'm gettin' hot." Peter took all of the boy's meat in to his mouth.
YOUNG BOY
O..Oh...Oh! Ah...FUCK!
Peter alternated his pace from fast to slow, bringing the boy to his peak then stopping just before his could explode. Peter was indeed a master cocksucker. Several females have come to him for lessons.
After bringing the boy to an orgasm with his mouth and tongue, Peter charges him, cleans up, and leaves. Peter steps out of the bathroom to find his friend Alex down stairs. In the middle of an all out orgy, clearly violating rule number four.
PETER
What is this ass doin' now?
Alex has throbbing cocks being thrust in and out of every part of him. Cum spraying into his mouth and all over his face. The poor blue heired boy gasps for air as Peter breaks through the crowd and drags him out.
ALEX
Pete you gotta get in on this
fuckin' action, man.
PETER
Fuck it, Alex, are you drunk?
ALEX
What?
INT. BAR -- LATER
It's hours later, the music and the crowds have died down a little, and Peter and Alex are sitting at the bar enjoying a few drinks before they call it a night.
PETER
Thanks Sid. {To bar tender}
ALEX
Well, that's it. I'm spent. You
ready to get outta here?
PETER
Might as well.
Peter lays some money down on the bar and grabs his coat from a close by chair.
PETER (CONT'D)
'Night Sid.
Sid waves as the two leave.
INT. PETER'S JEEP -- MOMENTS LATER
Peter and Alex are driving home in his jeep. Both are quiet for a while, until Alex starts up a conversation.
ALEX
Pete.
PETER
Mm-hm.
ALEX
You look like you got somethin' on
ya mind. What's up.
PETER
Nothin'.
ALEX
Sure?
PETER
Yeah. Just the same ol' shit I'm
always thinkin' 'bout.
Alex places his hand on Peter's leg.
ALEX
Tired?
PETER
Tired o' dis shit!
ALEX
We'll get outta dis someday.
PETER
Yeah, when?
ALEX
I don't know.
PETER
Yeah I been wantin' to go back to
school, or somethin'. Anything to
get outta dis place.
ALEX
You could do that!
PETER
Yeah.
ALEX
What?
PETER
I don't know. It's just every day
I get up and I feel like I'm just
waistin' time, ya know. Like
there's somethin' good, better than
this that I could be acomplishin'
'n' I just can't even see it. I
don't know.
ALEX
Well look we're not gonna be stuck
here forever, but ya know we gotta
make the first move. 'Cause ya know
don't come to New World City 'n'
make it. You got to have yo shit
together when you come here.
PETER
Yeah, 'n' if ya ain't got it you
betta' find it some place else.
Alex pats Peter's leg.
ALEX
We'll be okay, don't worry.
Peter parks the car in front of their apartment building. They step out of Peter's car. And walk up to the front door. Before they even realized they weren't alone someone pulls a cloth sack down over Alex's head.
ALEX (CONT'D)
Fuck!
Peter look to see what's wrong and is punched hard in the stomach. As he hunches over his head is also covered the two are then beat into submission and tied up. They are then forced into the back of a blue/green van. The attackers pile into the van, the doors are shut and the vehicle speed off.
EXT. THE DOCKS -- LATER
ATTACKER #1'S VOICE
Fuckin' Fags!
The screen is black, until we see the sack being removed from Peter's head from his point of view. Peter looks around and sees he and Alex are surround by a group of rough looking teen. He looks over at Alex who seems to be okay. He can't quite tell where he is yet, but he can smell the water.
ATTACKER #1
So you bitches like dick, huh?
The attacker back hands Peter hard across the face knocking him to the ground.
ATTACKER #1 (CONT'D)
You like cock!
He kicks Peter in the stomach making him gasp for air.
ATTACKER #1 (CONT'D)
Yeah, Ima give you bitches what
you.
He and two others grab Peter, before he instructs the other three in the group.
ATTACKER #1 (CONT'D)
Take that other one back there!
Alex is carried of.
ALEX
No! Get off!
PETER
Alex!
A series of images flash across the screen. Peter is beaten, kicked, the last image is of Peter across his head with a pipe. The screen fades to black.
FADE IN:
EXT. NEW WORLD CITY HARBOR -- CONTINUOUS
A storm rolls in over the city harbor. Thunder roars through the sky and a huge bolt of lightning strikes the water below.
A tower of water irrupts high into the air. As it cascades down back into the harbor, a figure becomes visible in the water. She rises from the water like an angel, clad from head to toe in silver armor. A long flowing black cape rides of her shoulders. In her right hand her carries an eight foot long spear. She levitates into the sky, and flies through air at rocket speeds heading toward the city.
INT. THE CROSS ROADS
The nexus of life and death, the Sparkronite and his nemesis Wraithon find the lost soul once known as Peter Shaw.
At this point the screen is black and we only hear Wraithon and the Sparkronite's voices.
SPARKRONITE
This one carries in him the gift.
WRAITHON
Yes. His whole life he has pledged
no allegiance to either good or
evil, yet he has strong potential
for both.
SPARKRONITE
His faith in man kind is almost non
existent, and yet he still has some
sense of empathy for them. Given
all the trials he's faced in his
young life, he holds only himself
accountable for his past sins.
WRAITHON
What you see as account he may call
blame.
SPARKRONITE
Perhaps. We shall see.
FADE IN:
Scene opens on a close up of Peter, who's just beginning to open his eyes. A wide shot from behind Peter reveals the vast blackness of the Cross Roads. To immense creature appear in front of Peter. On White it body is almost worm like. It has eight tongue snaking from it's mouth, and ten tail lashing from it's rear. A bright light emanates from the creature. It communicates psychically with Peter.
SPARKRONITE (CONT'D)
Fear not, young one. I am he is
known as the Sparkronite.
To the sparkronite's left appears another creature. This one is black with a deep red glow like fire around it. It's body seems vaporous is if it were a cloud of fog.
Eight golden lights sparkle from within it representing it's many eyes. The red flame surrounding the beast reach out like whips of fire.
WRAITHON
I am he is known as Wraithon.
Peter remains hovering in midair. On further inspection of his own body he realizes he's nude. Despite his earlier beating their don't seem to be any bruises or scars.
PETER
{Calmly.} Where am I?
WRAITHON
You are at the cross road.
SPARKRONITE
This is where all lost souls go, it
is the nexus between life and death,
Heaven and Hell.
PETER
I'm dead?
SPARKRONITE
You can be. But as a lost soul you
would remain here. True you would
never know the suffering of Hell,
but you would be forever denied the
glory of heaven.
PETER
What do you want from me?
WRAITHON
We want to spare you that sad fait.
PETER
How?
WRAITHON/SPARKRONITE
Each of us has a gift. A psychic
chakra called a spark. It can
restore your life and awakes your
own dormant powers. But you must
choose which of our sparks you will
accept, if either.
PETER
What's the difference?
WRAITHON
Accept my spark and you will be
granted the gift of immortality.
WRAITHON (MORE)
All your past pain and future
worries will be erased. You will
never become ill or injured. You
will be beyond emotions like sadness
or grief. You will have the power
to have anything your heart desires.
Take my spark and the only thing you
need worry about is your own
personal happiness, forever.
SPARKRONITE
Wraithon say's he will take away
emotions like sadness, but what
about love, are they not both
intertwined? I can not promise you
a long life, and I will not say that
my spark will protect you from pain,
but it will give you a chance. Once
you are reborn the slate will be
wiped clean you will have all your
past memories but you'll be able to
start your life fresh. You can then
use your powers and your experience
to help others like yourself. You
can then save not only lives but
souls. There will be those who hate
you and will try to destroy you, and
you can only guide your charges,
they must ultimately choose to save
themselves; but you will play an
important role in changing the
course of your planet's history.
Since you will return to your world
as a mortal you will inevitably die
again. But you will have earned
your place in the kingdom of heaven,
and spiritual immortality.
WRAITHON
I offer you a life of eternal
pleasure. He offers certain pain.
SPARKRONITE
I will grant you spiritual
cleansing. He wishes to corrupt
your soul.
WRAITHON/SPARKRONITE
Which will you choose?
Peter thinks considers his choice carefully.
PETER
I want to live my life without
having to worry about the next
psycho who'll try and kill me
because I'm gay, or
PETER (MORE)
having to live in the slums because
that the best I can do right now,
but there are plenty of others out
their who still have that problems
and I know that they wish, like I
did, That they had someone looking
out for them. I choose your spark.
{Pointing toward the sparkronite.}
Wraithon vanishes.
SPARKRONITE
Then so shall it be.
The Sparkronite reaches out with his many tentacles grabbing Peter's arms and legs.
SPARKRONITE (CONT'D)
I wont hurt you, but the sensation
will be intense.
He spreads Peter's limbs far apart, wrapping another tentacle around the boy's waist. He positions Peter so that the boy's rear is facing him. One of is long tongues reaches out and caresses Peter's hole. Peter moans softly at the touch.
The Sparkronite ever so gently presses his tongue into Peter making him cry out louder. The snaking appendage reaches up to Peter's prostate.
PETER
Ah!
SPARKRONITE
Relax, my friend. All is well.
The tongues slowly slides out of Peter, bringing the tip just up to his entrance. Then it forces it's way back in. Peter cries out again as a wave of pleasure washes over him. The sparkronite continues this thrusting motion steadily picking up the pace. Peter moans very loudly as he takes the sparkronite into him. Soon another tentacle moves in to join the first. One of the sparkronite's back tail reaches up and the penis shaped organ works it's way into peter's mouth.
Peter's moans are muffles, but he remain overwhelmed by the pleasure he's receiving. The sparkronite fucks Peter more fiercely, though as a superior spiritual being, it's impossible for his to hurt Peter. Another tongue licks at Peter's nipple nearly sending him over the edge. He lets out another muffled cry. Peter sucks down as much of the Sparkronite's "meat" as he can take, as the intense feeling in his rear grows.
Peter feels something in him building, like a surge of energy inside him.
SPARKRONITE (CONT'D)
Prepare... to receive... my gift!
Peter feels the Sparkronite's climax explode inside him. Not semen, but pure energy. Peter feels as if he's being filled with love and life. His entire body begins to glow, nearly as bright as the sparkronite itself.
SPARKRONITE (CONT'D)
Go now, return to your work with my
light. And so other's the way.
The light whites out the entire screen.
EXT. NEW WORLD CITY HARBOR -- MORNING
It early morning in New World, probably 2 or 3:00 a.m..
The camera quickly pans across the city to it's eastern harbor. The camera zooms in to the docks, dives under water and scans the ocean floor. We find Peter body at the bottom bean and cover with scars, his clothes have been removed.
As the camera scans his body, his wound begin to heal, his bruises fade, and his skin returns to it's natural healthy shade. Peter's eyes, which have rolled back into his head, suddenly come to life. Peter gasps in shock. He frantically swims for sure.
EXT. THE DOCKS -- CONTINUOUS
As long whiplike tentacle flies from the water, wrapping itself around a nearby post. Peter splashes up from the water, the whip seemingly attached to his arm. He doesn't seem out of breath at all. He uses the whip to pull himself to shore. He grabs onto the grabs onto the boardwalk with one clawed hand, as his whip retracts into the other wrist. Peter uses both sets of claws to pull himself onto the boardwalk completely. He rest there as his claws retract into his skin. Along his side water runs out from what appears to be gills. The gills close up, sealing Peter's skin. He looks up, somewhat lost. He stands, clutching his cold naked skin. Camera dollies back and fades to black.
FADE OUT:TO BE CONTINUED...
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