The Savage Hawkman Issue 1

By Milan Jeftic and RoninReviews

Script by RoninReviews

So I'm reading this book on philosophy for my English Lit assignment. It says that there are no right or wrong answers. I hate philosophy. Why would you want to ask big existential questions that have no answers? Like what even is the point? You could just get on with your life and stop being such an emotionally deprived looser. Go outside and kick something in the face. I like English. I like reading books about protagonists who go out and do things, but I often find myself detached from them. Like in the Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, they seem like some kids with their heads screwed on right.

They don't care all that much for authority, they like to have a good time, they're clever and funny; all around a good pair of lads, but to me their adventures aren't that impressive. Last summer I spent three weeks in the gut of a Salt Dragon, after granddad played a dirty trick on me. I spent every morning killing foetuses its before, they grew big enough to eat me. Salt Dragons give birth once a day, duh! Granddad brought me out for a hunting trip over the great Gatolein gorge on the Scanthra planes.

He said he had something cool to show me. He led me into the middle of the gorge and told me to stand in the middle of this creator looking thing. So I'm standing there looking like a right wally, when he turns around and throws a baby Salt Dragon at me. I kill the little bugger, and ask Grampa Throke, what the grakk he thinks he's doing and then I hear this rumbling, right, and this Salt Dragon leaps out from below swallowing me and half the gorge whole. So yeah. Three weeks later I get out. My dad gives me a pat on the back, my sister says I stink, mum says that Grandpa tried that on

her, when Dad first told him they where dating, key word tired. We're on Earth now. We spent the holidays on Thanagar, training, learning about our people, smoking, hunting. Regular Thanagarian stuff, and now we're back on Earth, Ohio, Cleveland to be exact. Me and Lilly are going to Earth school now after I'd been home schooled in the Thanagarian embassy. It's interesting; I'm learning lots of new things. I'm not like a really weird kid with borderline Autism, like what people think homeschooled kids are like. I've spent time with other kids since me; mum and dad came to Earth. I am different from the other kids obviously but I think I've settled in quiet nicely.

Hawk Boy a.k.a Abrun-Hall sits in the headmaster's office. He has a smirk on his face as the headmaster fumbles with his papers. Every now and again turning around and giving him a stern look. Abrun's wings handing above the floor, moving back and forth ever so slightly are creating a slight breeze through the office.

Headmaster: Could you stop that please, Abrun?

Abrun: It's pronounced Ayh-brun, sir.

Headmaster: Yes, well stop that, you're blowing the papers around.

Abrun: Sorry sir. It's just we don't have chairs on Thanagar. We don't exactly rest or tire.

Headmaster: Well you're on Earth now, warrior boy. You and your family have agreed to live by our rules so must you if you wish to attend this school, that's why your parents are coming into school to see me today.

Abrun: Yes sir. Sorry sir.

There is a knock at the door and income Katar-Hall and Shiera Hall. Both have to bend down to enter the room. They are dressed in human clothes, but both are stained with blood. Both are tall and muscular, broad shoulders, thick arms. Katar has very short brown hair, where Shiera has gorgeous flowing locks of perfectly dreaded hair mixed with flowing wild strands. Both have similar features of someone of Eastern European descent. Tanned skin, big lips, slightly slanted eyes. They stand in the office on their Hawk feet, their wings struggling to get room.

Headmaster: Hello Mr. And Mrs. Hall. Please do come in. Take a seat.

Katar: We'll stand. We aren't accustomed to seats on Thanagar, sir.

Headmaster: Yes, just as your son was explaining. Ah you've got blood all over your clothes.

Shiera: ... Oh look at that. We do. Sorry about that. It's uh... not our blood.

Katar: It's a funny story really. So we were making a Giant Squid for lunch and I had it by it's-

Headmaster: It'll have to wait for another time, Mr. Hall. I believe you know why your here.

Shiera: Not really. Reading isn't really our thing.

Headmaster:-ahem- Well Abrun here-

Abrun: It's pronounced Ayh- brun.

Headmaster: -sigh- Ayh-brun here got into a fight with another boy and broke his arm.

Katar: Is that all?

Headmaster: Is that all?!

Katar: Yeah, it's just an arm. It should be healed by now.

Headmaster: Not really. He'll be in a cast for the next 6 months, Mr. Hall.

Katar: 6 months?! Wow. You human always amaze me by your squishy-ness.

Headmaster:... Abrun, still hasn't apologised.

Katar: What'd he do Abrun?

Abrun: He called me gay.

Katar: Hah! Gay! You? Gay? That's hilarious. That's the one where someone prefers males in the bed chamber than females, right?

Headmaster: Umm... yes.

Katar: Well his man hood was challenged. I'm surprised you didn't kill him, boy.

Abrun: I think that would have been a little excessive father.

Katar: Depending on the squidgy-ness.

Shiera: Kator! Shh. Mr. Headmaster sir, we're sorry sir. We'll punish the boy as soon as we get home.

Shiera cracks her knuckles.

Headmaster: Th-that won't be necessary Mrs. Hall. He'll be punished by the school.

5 minutes later

The three are flying through the sky over the city of Cleveland the air flowing through their bright brown wings.

Shiera: How was your day Abrun?

Abrun: Eh.

Shiera: Eh?

Abrun: Yeah. You can't expect me to make any break through on my 3rd day. How am I going to get punished?

Shiera: We'll see, son.

Abrun: Are you ok, Shiera?

Shiera: Um yes, why do you ask?

Abrun: You seem to be swaying around a little.

Shiera: Nonsense, I'm the best flyer in the family.

Kator: Now we both know that's not true, Shiera.

Shiera: Despite my disability, I can still best you any day.

Abrun: Disability?

Kator: Abrun! Hush.

Aburn: Could I just take a look at the brace on your right wing Shiera?

Shiera: I don't see why not.

At first glance Shiera's wings look like any other Thanagarians wings, but looking closely reveals mechanical ligaments attached to her bone marrow along her Carpal joint and along her primary flight feathers. A lot of her feathers have been sew together or are strapped onto her wings. Abrun swoops over her and takes a look at her right wing. He pulls out a small wrench from his belt and begins to tighten one of the bolts on the mechanical ligaments. After a few screws he lets go.

Abrun: There that should be better.

Shiera: That does feel a lot better.

Kator: Hah hah! My boy, the blacksmith!

Kator rolls over the currents as he reaches to grab his son, squeezing him tight in his arms.

Abrun: Akk... Katar. Let go. Can't breathe!

Kator: What? Can't a proud father hug his talented son?

Abrun: It's just, y'know.

Suddenly a flash of golden feathers rush through the air. The 3 look around to try and find the fliers, when suddenly it flies down beside them. Before them is Lilly, she is 8 years old already showing signs of being a powerful warrior. She is wearing her full Hawk armour, a golden leather waist coat with a belt, for holding. Straps of golden leather across her armour make the shape of a Hawk's face. She wears a gold Nth metal helmet. She floats in front of them smiling her little freckled face away. Her blonde hair glowing in the sun. In her right had she holds a Thanagarian bow and she holds the other behind her back.

Lilly: Mummy! Daddy!

She rushes at them and hugs them both.

Shiera: Guessing you liked your new armour, Lilly.

Lilly: Oh I love it Mummy. It fits perfectly.

Shiera: You can thank Grandpa for the helmet, Lilly, he's coming over for dinner tonight.

Elsewhere

The Nth Metal war hammer smashes through the air as it is swung around, the grizzled old warriors head. It eventually buries itself in the lower jaw of a fearsome Minotaur. The creature stumbles to the ground and the warrior feels the godly metal in the flat of his palm as he prepares for another blow. He raises the hammer when he is taken from behind and knocked to the ground, the hammer clattering to the floor. He looks up to see another Minotaur standing over him. The creature bears down on him, but the old warrior leaps over the head of the Minotaur and grabs it by the horns, just as it is about to charge. He re directs the stampeding beast into the other causing it to impale its brother. The fallen Minotaur makes a last grunt of life and like that, he's gone. The warrior hops off and grabs his hammer up off of the floor. The Minotaur struggles to wrench his horns from the dead creature's carcass. He lifts the hammer high above his head and brings it down with an almighty thud, cracking its cow head all over the parking lot. He steps away, wiping a bit of blood from his face. He turns to a group of on lookers, watching in awe. He is Throke Hall, valiant warrior of Thanagar, on Earth he was the first Hawkman. Now he is a 62 year old man, sagging face, thin folds of skin decorating his hunched frame, thick rusty muscles still adorning his body. He is thick and cartoonishly broad, with a small face. His wings have turned a dirty grey colour over the years; most of the wings are damaged or torn. He is wearing a variation of the classic Hawkman costume. Winged feather helmet, hand wraps, green circus pants and the Hawk logo on his chest attached by straps across his chest bare, revealing a history book of scars over the decades of war and bloodshed.

Throke (spits blood onto the ground): What're you gawping at?

Throke spreads his wings and takes off into the thin water. He swims through the air the clear water washing away all his years. He shuts his eyes breathing in the whispers of the polluted atmosphere. A dull monotonous buzzing interrupts his sky high mediation. He reluctantly takes out his phone and answers the call.

Throke: Yes? Who is this?

?: Ummm... Mr. Throke? Where are you?

Throke: Just outside of town, by the Mall car park. There were these, Minotaurs attacking the people. I recently got a call from Thanagar, telling me a Pirate Lion Mane has escaped from his cell on Thanagar, assembled his team and has made his way to Earth. I'm guessing those Bastards are some of his crew members.

?: Uh ok, could you come back to the old folks home now sir? Your family has come to take you out for dinner.

Throke: Oh great! Tell them I'll be there shortly.

Next: Search for Lion Mane begins. Who are these new Thanagarians? Who is Throke? Milan makes his scripting debut on the site! All this and more, next issue!