The Finales II: Hypowar Page #6

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Kevin:
Figure. Father Figure.

We cut to Logan telling Kevin about the accords, Chase, Emma, and Eli are sitting at the table Logan is telling Kevin about the accords at.

Kevin:
Oh my.

Logan:
They’re forcing a lot of sh*t on us, and we f***ing saved the city!

Kevin:
Well, The government is full of f***ing pigs that always love to cover sh*t up, but they can’t cover this up with a “Oh it was a mistaken nuke! It was a car wreck!” No, It was superheroes.

Eli:
And yet they called us Superbeings.

Kevin:
That sounds f***ing retarded.

Bill (smoking a cuban cigar): Oh, Hi Mark.

Kevin:
Who’s Mark?

Emma:
He was making a joke.

Kevin:
A joke?

Logan:
No smoking in the house!

Bill:
Who’s house is this?

Eli:
Mine, And no smoking, Bill.

Bill (throwing his cigar on the ground): F***, fine.

Eli gets up, and grabs the cigar, and then starts smoking it.

Emma:
You are disgusting.

Eli:
What?! I’m a little stressed!

Kevin:
Why is that?

We cut to Dave and Blake watching a movie.

Blake:
Hey honey?

Dave:
Yes?

Blake:
You ever think about the future?

Dave:
The future? The future, F***, Man, I don’t know. I mean, All I see in my future is you.

Blake smiles.

Dave:
Maybe a couple superhero things-- Oh yeah--

Blake:
The accords.

Dave:
I guess we just stay low, Life is life, and--

Blake:
Yes, and yes is yes. What do you mean?

Dave:
Life is f***ing us in the ass right now, but we’ll figure it out.

Chris (walking in): It always is.

Blake:
Hello, Chris.

Chris:
Blake (nods), Dave?

Dave:
What now?

Chris:
Those blueprints for the suit you left--

Blake:
Blueprints? Suit?

Dave:
Yes?

Chris:
It’s not worth it.

Dave (getting up out of bed): No! It is--

Chris:
I tried, It’s literally f***ing impossible to do what you’re trying to do.

Blake:
Impossible?

Dave (chuckling): After this sh*t, Is anything impossible?

Chris:
You’re trying to imprint life into a new AI, This is like f***ing Age Of Ultron.

Dave:
What’s Age of Ultron--?

Chris:
You’re f***ing insane, Dave.

Dave (walking up to him and beginning to choke him): Nothing. Is. Impossible.

Chris (grabbing his hand): Let go of my neck.

Chris grabs Dave’s hand, and throws it on his chest.

Chris:
Impossible.

Dave walks out of the room, Blake gets up, she has a shirt and panties on.

Blake (as Chris begins to walk out of the room): What’s he talking about.

Chris (looking behind him and looking back away): Well--

Blake:
F***, We’re all adults here.

Chris (looking directly at her): Fine. He was creating some Iron Man type of sh*t. The nigga made it sound like the most gangsta sh*t since the crack epidemic of 1994.

Blake:
F***ing hell, man--

Chris:
He was going to make it for you, design it to help you fight.

Blake:
Fight who?

Chris (as he walks off, he looks behind at her): Them.

Blake:
Who?

Chris:
Logan and them, Don’t tell him I told you, but he’s predicting that these accords aren’t gonna end well.

Blake:
What do you mean?

Chris:
We have to stop them. Logan is taking them on a trip to the burger joint later today, We have to attack them there.

We cut to Chase, drinking at a bar, A man named Omar sits next to him.

Omar (coughing):
Aren’t you laser eyes?

Chase (drinking his whiskey): You could say that.

Omar:
How do you do that, and not break your glasses?

Chase:
Simple, Reflection. I mean, Logan wears glasses, but he can turn into water at anytime, and from what he said, They regen along with his body.

Omar:
So his glasses are like a body part?

Chase (laughing): F***, I never realized how dumb that sounded.

Omar (pulling a can of water out of his pocket): I’ve got something to inform you about.

Chase:
What is that?

Omar:
I work for the president, I was hoping you could tell me about Jason.

Chase:
Man, I didn’t sign those f***ing accords--

Omar (Pulling out paper and pen): Good thing, I can help us out of this.

Chase:
Us?

Omar:
Listen, I signed the accords, I was a test subject for Nate’s experiments, I was the only human subject that only she was aware of, According to Jay and those other f***ers, I’m just her uncle.

Chase:
And why do you care about us?

Omar:
You’re one of my kind--

Chase:
Kind?

Omar:
We will fight them, I can create gravity shields with the palm of my hand.

Chase:
You’re lying.

Omar:
I’m not, I swear.

Chase:
Alright, Prove it.

Omar (giving him a note): Tell the others to come too, Not the ones that signed it.

Chase:
But--

Omar (looking behind at Chase): Just do it.

Chase (reading the notes): Who is this motherf***er?

Chase gets up, and goes in the bathroom, His head is shaking, he looks in the mirror, His eyes randomly begin twitching, they switch from red and blue in each eyes before he grabs hold of the mirror, and begins cracking it with his hands.

Chase (screaming): DAT!

Chase throws it to the ground, he begins throwing up blood in the toilet, His whole body becomes red, We then cut to Jason walking into Meryl’s office.

Jason:
Meryl?

Meryl (sounding rude as f***): What?

Jason:
Oh, You--

Meryl (sounding angry): The hell do you want?

Jason (gulping):
Well, I’m afraid that currently, We forgot one member.

Meryl (sounding even more angry): Who the f*** did we miss?!

Jason:
Devin.

Meryl:
Devin?

Jason:
Devin Ellswort.

Meryl (getting up, and slamming her head on the desk): MOTHERF***ER!

Jason:
Meryl?

Meryl (looking up at Jason, looking angry): Get out.

Jason:
Huh?

Meryl:
Get the f*** out of here!

Jason runs out. He runs into the bathroom, and looks through the mirror. He dusts away. We cut to Omar walking in Meryl’s office.

Meryl:
What?

Omar:
May I take a seat--

Meryl:
Your f***ing accent, I hate it.

Omar (changing his british accent to something odd): Well.

Meryl:
Well what--? Oh, I hate that one, Switch back to the other one.

Omar:
What do you mean?

Meryl:
Go back.

Omar:
Go back where?

Meryl:
To the f***ing brit.

Omar (changing back to his british accent): Alright, Anyhow, What are those accords all about?

Meryl:
Who gives you the right to know that?

Omar:
I am a level--

Meryl:
The f*** are levels? Nevermind, I’ll tell you what you want as long as you sign this.

Omar:
Can you tell me before I sign anything?

Meryl (chuckling): Your face is just too f***ing cute, Fine, Anyhow, The accords, Well, You see, We’re stopping vigilantes--

Omar:
That doesn’t make any sense, I thought you guys wanted for vigilantes--

We cut back to Jason watching this through a mirror.

Jason:
No, No, No! I’ve come so close! My mind control! DO you know how long it took me to think of accords that actually sounded dumb?!hyyuh *My--

A toilet flushes, and a guy walks out, Jason stares at him.

Greg:
What?

Jason snaps, and Greg explodes, We then cut to Devin practicing, using his shields to destroy the punching bags when Jason dusts behind him.

Jason:
Boo.

Devin jumps, and cuts him in the neck.

Devin:
Motherf***er!

Jason’s neck randomly heals instantly.

Jason:
It’s magic. You know….

Devin (walking away near the water fountain): Don’t you sing that f***ing song.

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