The Kael Chronicles
By: Enn Bishop
Author's Disclaimer: I do not own, rent, or in anyway claim possession of these characters. Like pollen, they get blown about, caught in your system, and you may or may not have horrid reactions. The point is, they're out there for anyone, so I thought I might sit down, play with them for just a bit, and then be on my way. These are the simple musing of a simple guy who simply can't use simple words, be overly creative, or let a good idea sneak off into the night without at least trapping a part of it in ink.
This is my first attempt at any quasi-serious FanFic, so please do be lenient. I tried to step on as few toes as possible, but I'm clumsy of foot, so if you've been thus slighted, please just nod and smile politely as you laugh at me behind my back. If you'd care to throw an imaginary quarter into my imaginary hat, feel free to do so, it'll be the only payment I receive from this little venture. Also, should you feel the need or generosity to chip a few kind, or even critical, words my way, they'll be cherished.
Before you begin, you'll notice that this disclaimer is somewhat longwinded. Get used to it, this is one massive chunk-o-fic. In my defense, I wrote this as a screenplay because I didn't want to make it too long. Trust me, this is for the best. Perhaps someday I'll try to convert it back to a novella-esque style, but for now I wanted to get the plot out there, get some feedback, and basically just get it off my scrawny little chest. It definitely doesn't have enough comic relief, and what it does have seems forced (chapter names especially). To reiterate: Nothing is final, nothing absolute. A quick flash of déjà vu and anything can be altered. So here, I present to you in its eternally Beta-form version, the Kael Chronicles.
---==PART I==---
Genesis
the Start of any Good Book.
INTRO
Black screen
Cascading matrix code
[black screen]
[faint telephone ring (twice). Pickup click]
Morpheus' Voice: Do you know who this is?
[all black screen, then scrolling]
[green Teletype text]Call trans opt: received. 4-24-81 17:07:55 REC:Log
young boy's voice (age approx. 13): Yes.
Morpheus voice: Do you know where to go?
[clear screen]
[scrolling green text]Trace program: running
young boy: Yes, but I have to tell them before I go.
[black screen, start running code w/ numbers]
Morpheus voice: (pause) Are you sure that is wise? Do you have anything they would want to hear?
[now 3 digits present]
boy's voice: No. (pause) did you hear that?
[2 more digits appear]
Morpheus voice: Come if you can.
[click]
[screen left with 6 digits, and flashing cursor on end]
[blank screen]
[green text] Trace program: Incomplete
[screen zooms in on the "I" of incomplete, cool matrix scene change (via green spiky-vision), zoom out of phone receiver]
[As we zoom out, we see a 13 year old African American male, holding the phone to his ear as he is crouched in a late-70's decore family bathroom, the phone drug inside from the adjacent room, and the door mostly shut. He is obviously scared, and hiding this call]
Boy: (into now dead phone) But- Morpheus?
[leans back, head against green-tint tile wall] ::sigh::
Boy: [whisper to himself] What is the Matrix?
[loud knocking]
(old man's stern voice) Boy! You in there! How many times do I have to tell you..
[continue knocking, camera pans above boy's head, zooms in on white wood panel door, presumably to the origin of the knocking. As knocks gets louder, screen goes to white from the zoom then last knock fades into thunderclap, flash of white, and then blackness]
[blackness fades to closeup of leather coat, still total blackness, then slow-to-quick zoom out, as leather trench coat turns abrupty around, revealing a much younger Morpheus. He is standing in a shambled, gray office of some abandoned building (think warehouse manager's office). To his left, and slighty out of focus against the background is another individual, wearing gray/ black. It is a younger Cypher with hair on his head, and none on his chin. We see Morpheus, then another flash of lightning. He smiles]
Morpheus: Hello Kael, I take it they didn't like what you had to tell them?
[camera change to show 2 figures standing facing each other across the office, Kael (the boy) has some blood on the side of his face, he looks winded]
[Morpheus motions to a chair]
Morpheus: Come, let me tell you a bedtime story
[Morpheus' arm (black leather) sweep across screen to put on boy's shoulder, screen goes black, then morphs to picture of boy's face reflected in Morph's glasses (big 80's style square things), red pill in one hand, blue in the other]
Kael: So what exactly does the red pill do?
Morpheus voice: One way to find out.
[Kael takes pill, swallows]
Morpheus voice: Cypher, get us ready, call Dozer. I want you to relax Kael, this is a ride
few people ever get to take.
[camera zooms to just one of Morpheus' glasses, and the reflection of Kael there. Screen morphs Kael's face into a goo-covered, bald, "plugged" version, show's Kael screaming, then he is sucked backwards. Skip to seeing him being tossed out of the dump tube into the sewer tunnel. Close up on Kael's half-conscious face, as he looks up. Spotlight up above rotates, then focuses on Kael, fade to white, then mostly white with fuzz]
Morpheus voice: Good morning Kael, time to wake up
[fade to white]
By: Enn Bishop
Author's Disclaimer: I do not own, rent, or in anyway claim possession of these characters. Like pollen, they get blown about, caught in your system, and you may or may not have horrid reactions. The point is, they're out there for anyone, so I thought I might sit down, play with them for just a bit, and then be on my way. These are the simple musing of a simple guy who simply can't use simple words, be overly creative, or let a good idea sneak off into the night without at least trapping a part of it in ink.
This is my first attempt at any quasi-serious FanFic, so please do be lenient. I tried to step on as few toes as possible, but I'm clumsy of foot, so if you've been thus slighted, please just nod and smile politely as you laugh at me behind my back. If you'd care to throw an imaginary quarter into my imaginary hat, feel free to do so, it'll be the only payment I receive from this little venture. Also, should you feel the need or generosity to chip a few kind, or even critical, words my way, they'll be cherished.
Before you begin, you'll notice that this disclaimer is somewhat longwinded. Get used to it, this is one massive chunk-o-fic. In my defense, I wrote this as a screenplay because I didn't want to make it too long. Trust me, this is for the best. Perhaps someday I'll try to convert it back to a novella-esque style, but for now I wanted to get the plot out there, get some feedback, and basically just get it off my scrawny little chest. It definitely doesn't have enough comic relief, and what it does have seems forced (chapter names especially). To reiterate: Nothing is final, nothing absolute. A quick flash of déjà vu and anything can be altered. So here, I present to you in its eternally Beta-form version, the Kael Chronicles.
---==PART I==---
Genesis
the Start of any Good Book.
INTRO
Black screen
Cascading matrix code
[black screen]
[faint telephone ring (twice). Pickup click]
Morpheus' Voice: Do you know who this is?
[all black screen, then scrolling]
[green Teletype text]Call trans opt: received. 4-24-81 17:07:55 REC:Log
young boy's voice (age approx. 13): Yes.
Morpheus voice: Do you know where to go?
[clear screen]
[scrolling green text]Trace program: running
young boy: Yes, but I have to tell them before I go.
[black screen, start running code w/ numbers]
Morpheus voice: (pause) Are you sure that is wise? Do you have anything they would want to hear?
[now 3 digits present]
boy's voice: No. (pause) did you hear that?
[2 more digits appear]
Morpheus voice: Come if you can.
[click]
[screen left with 6 digits, and flashing cursor on end]
[blank screen]
[green text] Trace program: Incomplete
[screen zooms in on the "I" of incomplete, cool matrix scene change (via green spiky-vision), zoom out of phone receiver]
[As we zoom out, we see a 13 year old African American male, holding the phone to his ear as he is crouched in a late-70's decore family bathroom, the phone drug inside from the adjacent room, and the door mostly shut. He is obviously scared, and hiding this call]
Boy: (into now dead phone) But- Morpheus?
[leans back, head against green-tint tile wall] ::sigh::
Boy: [whisper to himself] What is the Matrix?
[loud knocking]
(old man's stern voice) Boy! You in there! How many times do I have to tell you..
[continue knocking, camera pans above boy's head, zooms in on white wood panel door, presumably to the origin of the knocking. As knocks gets louder, screen goes to white from the zoom then last knock fades into thunderclap, flash of white, and then blackness]
[blackness fades to closeup of leather coat, still total blackness, then slow-to-quick zoom out, as leather trench coat turns abrupty around, revealing a much younger Morpheus. He is standing in a shambled, gray office of some abandoned building (think warehouse manager's office). To his left, and slighty out of focus against the background is another individual, wearing gray/ black. It is a younger Cypher with hair on his head, and none on his chin. We see Morpheus, then another flash of lightning. He smiles]
Morpheus: Hello Kael, I take it they didn't like what you had to tell them?
[camera change to show 2 figures standing facing each other across the office, Kael (the boy) has some blood on the side of his face, he looks winded]
[Morpheus motions to a chair]
Morpheus: Come, let me tell you a bedtime story
[Morpheus' arm (black leather) sweep across screen to put on boy's shoulder, screen goes black, then morphs to picture of boy's face reflected in Morph's glasses (big 80's style square things), red pill in one hand, blue in the other]
Kael: So what exactly does the red pill do?
Morpheus voice: One way to find out.
[Kael takes pill, swallows]
Morpheus voice: Cypher, get us ready, call Dozer. I want you to relax Kael, this is a ride
few people ever get to take.
[camera zooms to just one of Morpheus' glasses, and the reflection of Kael there. Screen morphs Kael's face into a goo-covered, bald, "plugged" version, show's Kael screaming, then he is sucked backwards. Skip to seeing him being tossed out of the dump tube into the sewer tunnel. Close up on Kael's half-conscious face, as he looks up. Spotlight up above rotates, then focuses on Kael, fade to white, then mostly white with fuzz]
Morpheus voice: Good morning Kael, time to wake up
[fade to white]