Birth of Origin
"Some are born gifted. Others… are made."
[Scene 1 – Panel Layout]
Wide panel – A sunset bleeds across the sky above a lush villa in the outskirts of Mexico.
Narration box (top-left):
In the hills of Tepoztlán, hidden by stone walls and wealth, a story began—quietly, like all dangerous things.
Narration box (bottom-right):
I was only eight years old.
And the world was already choosing who I'd become.
[Scene 2 – Interior Panel – Villa Dining Room]
A long mahogany table. A boy with sharp eyes and messy hair stirs a drink with a silver spoon. His parents sit on either side.
CLOSE-UP – The father: broad-shouldered, tailored suit, calloused hands.
Narration:
My father came from a pro-fighting bloodline.
Champions. Warriors. Lions with gloves.
But he didn't follow the fists—he followed money.
Mid-shot – Father adjusting his tie while pointing at a stock chart on a tablet.
He became a powerful investor. Real estate. Offshore tech. Energy.
And when he traveled, I followed—suitcase in one hand, curiosity in the other.
[Scene 3 – Exterior Villa – Rooftop Garden at Night]
The mother is silhouetted against the moonlight. She stands in a greenhouse lab built into the garden. Her eyes glow faintly from a screen's reflection.
Narration box:
But my mother…
She was something else entirely.
CLOSE-UP – Her hands carefully injecting a glowing blue serum into a glass vial. Behind her, complex DNA models spin in holographic form.
A genius. A molecular artist. A renegade biologist with theories that rewrote science itself.
Her work wasn't just revolutionary—it was illegal.
[Scene 4 – Montage Panels]
Three panels, split like film frames:
1st panel: A newspaper headline—"Blacklisted Scientist on the Run"
2nd panel: A shadowy figure peering through binoculars outside the villa gate.
3rd panel: Blueprints of DNA strands on the wall, marked with words: "Cellular Rewriting / Adaptive Evolution / Genetic Reconfiguration."
Narration box:
She discovered how to edit the very threads of DNA…
Not just healing… not just enhancement.
But transformation.
Muscle. Reflexes. Intelligence. Even resistance to pain.
All controllable.
And because of that… the underworld wanted her dead.
[Scene 5 – Interior Villa – My Bedroom, Night]
Young me, sitting in bed with a book about sharks. In the background, red lights blink from security cameras. The faint sound of footsteps—too soft to be normal.
Narration:
Our villa was a fortress…
But the storm was already inside.
[Scene 6 – Dramatic Splash Panel – Title Page Style]
Massive panel showing young me standing in the hallway, backlit by red emergency lights, as gunfire echoes below. Shadows of masked men flash across the stairwell.
Title in bold stylized text:
"Prologue – Birth of Origin"
Narration:
That night, I watched the old world burn.
My mother's research… gone.
My father's empire… shattered.
And me?
I became the last piece of their legacy.
[Scene 7 – Flashback Overlay]
In soft blue tones, a memory unfolds—my mother injecting a drop of glowing serum into a small cut on my arm, while my father watches in silence.
Narration:
Before the raid, she did one final thing.
She gave me something… unfinished.
Not a weapon. Not a cure.
A seed.
[Scene 8 – Closing Montage Panels]
Four panels showing what follows:
1st panel: Smoke rising from the villa as men in suits and masks flee the scene.
2nd panel: Me walking alone down a dirt road at dawn, barefoot, covered in ash.
3rd panel: A hospital bed in a secret facility. Vitals beeping. My eyes twitching open.
4th panel: A training room—punching bag shattered, walls cracked, and me—aged 12—breathing heavily, shirt torn, eyes glowing faintly blue.
Narration:
I was born with questions.
But after that day…
I was raised with purpose.
They tried to erase us.
But what they made instead—was something they couldn't control.
[Final Scene – Full Page Panel]
Me, now 14, standing atop a rooftop overlooking a city at night. Wind blows through my hair. A USB drive glints in my hand. My reflection in the glass—part boy, part something more.
Narration:
I carry their DNA.
Their minds. Their war.
And I will rewrite the meaning of origin itself.
[To be continued...]