Chapter two: Intro, also known as how i got this screwed up in the first
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A kitchen table, we hear crunching sounds, as a spoon is lifted up and down from a bowl of milk and corn flakes.
Camera switches slightly between the two people that are talking. Still leaving most of the dining room in the shot.
"I didn't think you were going to get out of bed this morning." Vince puts down his spoon and sighs.
"I... couldn't sleep."
Carolyn gets a worried look on her face. "I'm starting to get worried about that dream of yours."
Vince quickly cuts her off. "Don't worry about it, I'm fine ok. After a while, it'll go away. Don't worry about me grandma, it'll be ok."
Carolyn smiles politely and says, "You adding poetry to that list of yours now?" Then she chuckles softly at the joke that she made.
"What?" Vince asks, while a confused look comes across his face. "OH" he finally replies, then politely chuckles back. "NA, never really had the knack for that." He then goes back to eating his bowl of corn flakes.
"You got about five minutes before you have to get going." Carolyn reminded him.
"I know, I know." He said with his mouth full of cereal, and a little aggravation in his voice.
Shot of a school-buss going down the road, we see the usual country scenery pass us buy. Trees, a gas station, a few houses, etc... Every now and then, it will stop and pick up someone. While we are getting a good look at the scenery going by, we here the voice of our narrator.
Chameleon V.O.
"I wasn't always in New-York. It all started in a little. town called Bishopville. I was your average person, well, as average as can be expected coming from a town like Bishopville. My grand parents always tried their hardest to make me seem as normal as possible. Now my grand parents were ok, but way too old to be the kind of role-model parents a kid needed. Still, I do love them, even if I forget to actually mention it 99% of the time, just like any other kid. I usually indulge my grandma when I have time, which I didn't have then. Like she said, I was going to be late for school."
The buss finally stops at a big building, the sign on it reads, "Bishopville High." Then the students start to get off of it.
Different angles and shots of the courtyard out side, as well as a few students walking around. Some of them are just walking around, talking, smoking, some of them have drinks in their hand. Some of these students we will zoom in on just to make a point, or just to be funny. A few we will zoom in on just to see the face of them, These, we will get to know more of as we go further on in the story.
As usual, we here the voice of the chameleon while the camera is doing this.
Chameleon V.P.
"I didn't have many friends. I was ostracized for my interest in science mainly. At the time, it didn't seem to matter really., in my opinion, our MTV Culture frowns on people who think too much. Intellectual curiosity is decidedly UN-hip." Now starting to mock a teenager's attitude, with a slight hint of sarcasm. "Who cares about where the universe came from or how the Greeks hammered Troy? Did you hear the new Pearl Jam album?
Close up on a girl who has a tee shirt that reads in bold and bright letters. "Pearl Jam." Back to the usual panning around to show the students.
Chameleon V.O.
"I was defiant. I know with the attitude that they had, they were the real losers. They'll be flipping burgers while I'm writing an O.s. that would put Bill Gates to shame. In the end, I knew who would win in the long run."
Close up of a girl with dark brown hair and brown eyes. She is obviously very attractive. Then pan out to show the mingling of the students once more.
"I wore my isolation like a badge... with an air of superiority. In fact, if you really want to know the truth, I am actually very shy and desperately lonely. Not to mention unhappy, But whenever this occurs to me, I would loose myself in my studies. Either that, or something electronic in nature. Usually when I did that, I would find a kind of peace that I couldn't even begin to describe to you."
Close-up of a door with a sign that reads, "THE DRAGON'S DIN" as a hand knocks on it. Then it twists the doorknob, and opens the door, with a slight creaking sound. We hear foot-steps as we hear someone walk in
"Gees, too cold out there for me." The voice says with a slight shiver. We recognize the voice belonging to Vince, as we catch a glimpse of him closing the door. "Hello Mrs. Burns. Heard you were having trouble with your computer now?"
"Some times I got to wonder if you have a physical link to these things Vince." She responded with a smile.
"AAAAHHHH, but first, you know the real reason I came in here." He said in a soft tone, then grinned slightly.
"Of coarse, your usual. Come with me."
He follows her up to the counter while simultaneously taking out his wallet, which is attached to a dog choker. He takes out a dollar then puts the wallet back in his front pocket.
"Gees Vince, I don't know what I'm going to do with you and that chain of yours." She says while handing him a Styrofoam cup of hot chocolate and two pinwheels.
"Yea, I know. Look at it this way, I don't loose it, it does keep people from taking it, and plus, after that guy cut that plastic thing on it... well... I would like to see someone try to cut this thing." He says the last part in between chuckles. He takes a sip of his co-co and opens up one of his pinwheels. "Now about this problem of yours." He says through a full mouth.
"Well." Mrs. Burns begins to say.
The audio starts to fade out to the point where we can catch bits and pieces of Vince and Mrs. burns talking as the chameleon's voice fades back in to cover them up.
Chameleon V.O.
"I'm sure you don't want to hear about that. After all, I don't want to bore you now." The chameleon takes a deep breath and then lets it back out. "YEP, at that time, I had the usual 18-year-old's sense that I knew everything about the world, and could see so clearly all the things that are wrong with it. In fact I was very insulated and knew almost nothing about human nature in all its complexity." He laughs in amusement for a second. "Now that I think about it, I really didn't understand myself very well. Because my life was surrounded mostly by my intellect, I thought that my mind was my badge of superiority. I believed in this so much that I actually frowned on the pursuits of the body."
He now gets that same hint of sarcasm that we recognize and may grow to either like or be annoyed by one. "Sports? Forget it. Bunch of jock boneheads crashing into each other. Like stag elk in heat. Such senseless violence. Girls? Good in theory, but how do you talk to them? Dancing? No way. I tried it once. It was not a pretty sight. At that time, I was a virgin. And apt to remain that way for a while. YEP. I was your basic sexually pent-up adolescent. One other thing about myself I forget to mention. I was a plucky kid. I had true grit. I just never had an opportunity to prove it. Both to myself or anyone else. But I will get that opportunity soon. Little did I know that that day would be different. That, that day would mark the ending of Vince, and the beginning of the Chameleon.
Various shots of Vince going to, and from his classes. We see him walking at a very brisk pace, probably more than needed. Then suddenly, he is ran into, head on, by someone coming in the opposite direction. Vince crashes to the ground. Then quickly gets up.
"Gees, sorry man, you ok? You didn't see me coming?"
"No I didn't Jon." Vince replied, with sarcasm in his voice.
John laughs nervously. "HAHA, sorry Vince, new here, remember." Pan up to see the tired look on Vince's face, as he reaches to his side of the camera's view, and pulls on something that we can't see.
Vince sighs, and at the same time says, "It's ok, should have been using this anyways." While he's saying this, we here a clicking sound. "Be careful dude, If it were anyone else, they probably would have started a fight with ya. Most people aren't as nice as I am around here you know. Ok, nice isn't the word to use, just different forms of aggression. Don't forget Jon, I'm no exception. You just caught me on one of my passive days." He smiles to show that he was just kidding around.
Pan down as Vince suddenly swings his right arm out just below the camera. We get a brief look of a long metallic colored object in his right hand. Keep panning down, and to the left to include Jon in the shot. Vince reaches out to shake Jon's hand. They shake, with the usual harder-Than- usual-grip that most men do.
"I would watch out for ya if I could bud, but be careful. People around hear are weird about things like that."
"Thanks." Jon says politely. "I'm still sorry about that man."
"It's ok." Vince responds. After a while, you kinda get used to it. Look forward to running in to ya again some time." Then he chuckles at his joke, but this is different, it was almost like he was trying to reassure Jon about something.
Jon chuckles, slightly nervously, then quickly changes the subject. "They stuck me in Biology this semester. Gees, I never got anything science related, and they decide to stick me straight in to the one part of science I hate the most."
"Well, who you got?"
"It's in about five minutes, Third block. Mr. Hawkins." Jon Replied.
Vince smiles. "I've had him before. Don't worry, you probably won't have to dissect a frog or anything. I kinda thought it was easy."
"Yea, I heard you were good with science, and stuff like that."
"Word Travels fast don't it. Do you know where it is?" Vince inquired.
"Not really. It's my second day here." He answered.
"It's on my way to English. If you want, I'll show ya where it is?" Vince said as he turned away from him
"If you don't mind..." Jon said with a little bit of wonderment in his voice.
"Come on then, I don't mind showing you, but you will have to keep up with me." Vince then walks off, motioning Jon to follow him. Jon soon follows, shortly after.
Switch to a side view of Vince and Jon walking down a walkway with a few polls holding up a cover over it. We notice something different from this angle. Now the thing that stands out the most about Vince isn't his pitch- black sunshades. It's the fact that he's walking with a stick in front of him. It is only now that we realize that he is blind.
Camera shows fast shots of Vince and his friends at school. With in these shots, we should realize that Vince's friends, like him, are mostly straight-A misfit types. If necessary add things like, coke bottle glasses, a few kids with retainers; maybe even throw in someone with an eye patch or something like that.
Finally stopping on his last class of the day... BIOLOGY.
Ariel view of the class room, as the Chameleon does the voice over.
Chameleon V.O.
"Now this was my favorite class. I usually made nothing less than a 95 in it. The only reason why I didn't make a hundred in it is I kept day dreaming about the girl across the room."
Camera zooms in on that same girl we saw in the courtyard. Still just as attractive, still as beautiful.
"I was captivated by her, But just like every other girl I knew, She didn't seem to know That I existed."
Zoom to show the teacher at the podium finishing his lecture.
"We will be spending the next few periods doing a project. This will count for 25% of your final grade in this class. Do the project on whatever you want, just make sure to keep it clean. To make it fair, you will be paired up in to groups of two. Yes you can choose your partner. SO take these last five minutes to choose a partner and decide what you want to do your project on." The class starts to murmur incoherently. While people get up out of their seats and teem up.
Chameleon V.O.
"And to my surprise Jaycee Downing comes all the way over to me and asks to be my partner. I thought I was about to POP. What I would find out later, was, that she only teamed up with me because she needed at least a B in the class, or she wouldn't graduate with a B average, and then her parents wouldn't buy her a car like they promised., So of coarse, she teams herself up with Vincent the Nerd."
Cut to the back of the room, where some girls, who are obviously Jaycee's friends exchange looks and smirks.
Cut back to Vince and Jaycee. His face is flushed.
Chameleon V.O.
"After all these years I can't get that moment out of my head. She smelled so good. She wore a type of perfume, "BEAUTIFUL", I think that was its name. God I felt so giddy. Of course I knew I didn't have a chance. She was going out with one of the school's top studs.... Nathan Blaine."
Pan over a few seats to Nathan. Close up on his face, and then pull out to see the rest of his body.
Chameleon V.O.
"Yea, there he is. Nathan was a top athlete, playing on the senior football team and head of the gymnastic team. He's still a tennis snob and drives a Porsche. Needless to say, I did not like him."
Cut to the students leaving the high school.
Jaycee comes up to Vince and starts to walk beside him.
"We'll start our project first thing tomorrow after school. If that's ok with you Vince."
"It's ok with me." He said with a little trembling in his voice.
"I would start it today, but Nate has invited me to a party, and he has a pool. Haven't been swimming for a while, and I really want to go." She explained.
"Just let me know before you come over, or before you come to pick me up." He said, with that same nervous shake in his voice.
Chameleon V.O.
"That was just fine with me. I really didn't want her to see my pale skinny body next to Nate, the stud. Besides, I still had to fix Mrs. Burn's computer for her. And there was no time like the present. I knew it wouldn't take me to long, and she promised me a ride there, and a ride back home. That and the money I was picking up on the side was rewarding enough. You would be surprised at the number of electronic illiterates you will find in a town. I know my town is small but gees."
Exterior shot of the "Dragons DIN" that we saw before.
Interior Cut to a room. Probably one in the back of the "Dragon's Din. Vince is sitting down in a chair that swivels. He's got a computer open, and is working on it with various tools.
"There is a Radio to your..."
"Right." Vince said cutting Mrs. Burns off. "You don't move much around here. That's why I like working for you. I don't have to go searching for things that I need."
"A Place for everything, and everything in it's place. I don't do that just for you Vince. I do it because it makes it easier on me too." She said in response.
"I know. If I expected it, I would get mad at ya if you couldn't find something that I knew was around here." He replied with a soft smile on his face. As she walks off camera we zoom in the window behind Vince. We see a figure their, standing with his right hand to his side. He looks like he's clutching something in it.
Shots and close-ups of Vince fixing the computer.
He stops unscrewing a screw to reach off to the right and turns a knob on the radio. Then gets back to his task at hand. We hear the radio in the back ground as we see close-ups of him reaching inside the computer, pulling out cables, feeling them, then plugging them back in.
He now sings to the song on the radio as he continues to work. "I go crazy, crazy. Baby, I go crazy. You turn it on! Then you're gone. Now you drive me! Crazy, crazy, crazy for you baby." The voice of the Chameleon quickly starts to cover Vince's singing.
Chameleon V.O.
"I don't thank you want to hear that. I have never been much of a singer. Probably never will be. Most of my friends tell me I sound like a violin in a garbage disposal. But thankfully I had other talents, And this was one of them."
While we hear the voice of the Chameleon we see Vince pulling out another cable. He feels it, grabs a small all like tool and begins to probe the end of the cable with it. He puts that tool down, then grabs a set of tweezers that were laying next to the radio. He then attaches the tweezers to part of the end of the cable and makes a gentle pulling motion. Then he grins.
Chameleon V.O.
"Now, this I was good at."
Vince then starts to make up his own lyrics to the song, while switching on the computer. "Fixed it, fixed it, baby, I fixed it."
The computer beeps as the light of the computer screen gives us a better view of the very satisfied, almost thrilled look on Vince's face.
"You turn it on! It's not broke, now I really! Fixed it, fixed it, baby, I can re-pair. What do I do. Now! I didn't need glue."
We see a flash on the screen as we see the familiar windows 95 logo. He laughs with glee and begins to type frantically. Then he hits two keys at the same time and waits, starts to fidget a little., then remembers that he forgot to do something. He Then reaches down and grabs a cord that leads up to a printer.
"I need a plug. Honey! Yea! I Need a plug! So I, so I so I can see. I got to see, if I can pr-print!" He jams the plug into the socket with out realizing that the tip of his index fingernail is in the way.
Electricity starts to course through his body. At almost the same time as he starts getting electrocuted, That figure in the window raises the gun that he was holding on his side, and pulls the trigger. A dart Shatters the window, aimed near Vince's neck. However, because of the electricity from the wall socket making him jerk, he moves most of his body slightly. The metallic dart continues on it's same trajectory, now aimed at it's newly acquired target. The back of Vince's scull. When the dart connects. We here a slightly wet sound as the dart begins to sink into his flesh, then continuing into the bone. He then starts to convulse as even more electricity is being pumped into him buy a unknown source.
Zoom out to see the grinning face of the figure at the window. He starts to laugh. We soon realize that it's Nate.
"Shocking isn't it nerd boy." He says in-between laughs. "I told you before, don't go after my girl. We'll see how good you and her work together when you are out of school for a little while. Oh, what's that? Don't worry about her grade. Yours either. Me and her will get along just fine." He continues to laugh until he looks down at his hand that clutches the tazer that he was holding. Then he drops it to the ground, and grabs his hand. "Shit! Stupid cheap thing!" He grimaces in pane as he rubs his hand.
"Shouldn't have ordered it from the internet anyways." He looks down to try to spot his weapon.
Close up on the ground
e see sparks flying from the tazer as it starts to smoke. Pan up the side of the building to see a thin red wire that appears to be connected to the tazer and leads into the window. As the wire starts to glow red, we soon realize that the red tint in the wire isn't it's natural coloring.
"Aww man!" Nate says as he backs away from the smoking object. We then here a combination of electrical frying and popping sounds as the tazer explodes in a flash of bright blew light. Nate screams as a spark from the now useless tazer catches him in the leg.
"Damn it, I'm going to hafta buy another one now. Piece a Shit", he says as he walks off camera. Simultaneously show this sequence while we here the voice of the Chameleon once more.
Pan back to the window and inside the building.
We can make out the form of Vince sprawled out on the carpet. His body is smoking now. As the vapors of smoke rise off of him, we realize that he is laying face down. Pan up above his head. One of his tools falls down from the counter and strikes him on the back of the head. It cleanly severs the wire that we can now see clearly protruding from the back of his head While gracing the dart, pushing it in further into the recesses of his brain.
Chameleon V.O.
"It's called a cop tazer. Mainly used in LA. I think. Don't ask me to explain what happened in those few seconds. I don't think I really can. It might have been a chemical imbalance that occurred after some particular brain cells got fried. Maybe all the electricity going through my body at once did something to my brain wave pattern. Maybe I was born that way. It's a thought. Maybe I really was a mutant this hole time and the electricity just unlocked what I had. I have my theories. But never really tested any of them."
As the object hits Vince on the head, he then jerks up and bumps his head on the counter as he groans slightly from the knock his noggin just received. He sets there, looking around the room, moving his head from side to side, as if he could see. He then reaches to the back of his head and pulls the dart buy the little bit of wire that had been left on the end of it. The wire, and the dart, comes free of the flesh and bone with a soft wet sound. Not to mention a slight grimace of pain from Vince. He holds the dart in his hand for a second, then puts it in the pocket of his jeans. He starts to stand up, holding on to the computer desk for support. He then feels around for his chair and finds it to his right. As he sits down, he takes off his shades. For the first time we get a semi decent look at his dark brown eyes, which like the Chameleon, seem to still be in the shadows. Probably because of the way that they are positioned in his head.
Chameleon V.O.
"That little incident really hurt by the way. My head was throbbing. I don't remember the dart hitting me, or sitting down in the chair, but I must have gotten there somehow."
Vince rubs his eyes, blinks, then rubs them again. He holds his head in his hands, resting his arm's on the desk on each side of the keyboard. Slowly, he breaths in, then out, then in, then out. He repeats this a few times, apparently trying to calm himself down. He explores the back of where the dart hit him in the head with one hand, and finds blood. With his other hand, he reaches down, and we hear the sound of a zipper unzipping. We then see him bring a cloth up to his neck to wipe the blood away.
Chameleon V.O.
"One thing was for sure. I knew something was different. I was just about to find that out. The hard way."
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A kitchen table, we hear crunching sounds, as a spoon is lifted up and down from a bowl of milk and corn flakes.
Camera switches slightly between the two people that are talking. Still leaving most of the dining room in the shot.
"I didn't think you were going to get out of bed this morning." Vince puts down his spoon and sighs.
"I... couldn't sleep."
Carolyn gets a worried look on her face. "I'm starting to get worried about that dream of yours."
Vince quickly cuts her off. "Don't worry about it, I'm fine ok. After a while, it'll go away. Don't worry about me grandma, it'll be ok."
Carolyn smiles politely and says, "You adding poetry to that list of yours now?" Then she chuckles softly at the joke that she made.
"What?" Vince asks, while a confused look comes across his face. "OH" he finally replies, then politely chuckles back. "NA, never really had the knack for that." He then goes back to eating his bowl of corn flakes.
"You got about five minutes before you have to get going." Carolyn reminded him.
"I know, I know." He said with his mouth full of cereal, and a little aggravation in his voice.
Shot of a school-buss going down the road, we see the usual country scenery pass us buy. Trees, a gas station, a few houses, etc... Every now and then, it will stop and pick up someone. While we are getting a good look at the scenery going by, we here the voice of our narrator.
Chameleon V.O.
"I wasn't always in New-York. It all started in a little. town called Bishopville. I was your average person, well, as average as can be expected coming from a town like Bishopville. My grand parents always tried their hardest to make me seem as normal as possible. Now my grand parents were ok, but way too old to be the kind of role-model parents a kid needed. Still, I do love them, even if I forget to actually mention it 99% of the time, just like any other kid. I usually indulge my grandma when I have time, which I didn't have then. Like she said, I was going to be late for school."
The buss finally stops at a big building, the sign on it reads, "Bishopville High." Then the students start to get off of it.
Different angles and shots of the courtyard out side, as well as a few students walking around. Some of them are just walking around, talking, smoking, some of them have drinks in their hand. Some of these students we will zoom in on just to make a point, or just to be funny. A few we will zoom in on just to see the face of them, These, we will get to know more of as we go further on in the story.
As usual, we here the voice of the chameleon while the camera is doing this.
Chameleon V.P.
"I didn't have many friends. I was ostracized for my interest in science mainly. At the time, it didn't seem to matter really., in my opinion, our MTV Culture frowns on people who think too much. Intellectual curiosity is decidedly UN-hip." Now starting to mock a teenager's attitude, with a slight hint of sarcasm. "Who cares about where the universe came from or how the Greeks hammered Troy? Did you hear the new Pearl Jam album?
Close up on a girl who has a tee shirt that reads in bold and bright letters. "Pearl Jam." Back to the usual panning around to show the students.
Chameleon V.O.
"I was defiant. I know with the attitude that they had, they were the real losers. They'll be flipping burgers while I'm writing an O.s. that would put Bill Gates to shame. In the end, I knew who would win in the long run."
Close up of a girl with dark brown hair and brown eyes. She is obviously very attractive. Then pan out to show the mingling of the students once more.
"I wore my isolation like a badge... with an air of superiority. In fact, if you really want to know the truth, I am actually very shy and desperately lonely. Not to mention unhappy, But whenever this occurs to me, I would loose myself in my studies. Either that, or something electronic in nature. Usually when I did that, I would find a kind of peace that I couldn't even begin to describe to you."
Close-up of a door with a sign that reads, "THE DRAGON'S DIN" as a hand knocks on it. Then it twists the doorknob, and opens the door, with a slight creaking sound. We hear foot-steps as we hear someone walk in
"Gees, too cold out there for me." The voice says with a slight shiver. We recognize the voice belonging to Vince, as we catch a glimpse of him closing the door. "Hello Mrs. Burns. Heard you were having trouble with your computer now?"
"Some times I got to wonder if you have a physical link to these things Vince." She responded with a smile.
"AAAAHHHH, but first, you know the real reason I came in here." He said in a soft tone, then grinned slightly.
"Of coarse, your usual. Come with me."
He follows her up to the counter while simultaneously taking out his wallet, which is attached to a dog choker. He takes out a dollar then puts the wallet back in his front pocket.
"Gees Vince, I don't know what I'm going to do with you and that chain of yours." She says while handing him a Styrofoam cup of hot chocolate and two pinwheels.
"Yea, I know. Look at it this way, I don't loose it, it does keep people from taking it, and plus, after that guy cut that plastic thing on it... well... I would like to see someone try to cut this thing." He says the last part in between chuckles. He takes a sip of his co-co and opens up one of his pinwheels. "Now about this problem of yours." He says through a full mouth.
"Well." Mrs. Burns begins to say.
The audio starts to fade out to the point where we can catch bits and pieces of Vince and Mrs. burns talking as the chameleon's voice fades back in to cover them up.
Chameleon V.O.
"I'm sure you don't want to hear about that. After all, I don't want to bore you now." The chameleon takes a deep breath and then lets it back out. "YEP, at that time, I had the usual 18-year-old's sense that I knew everything about the world, and could see so clearly all the things that are wrong with it. In fact I was very insulated and knew almost nothing about human nature in all its complexity." He laughs in amusement for a second. "Now that I think about it, I really didn't understand myself very well. Because my life was surrounded mostly by my intellect, I thought that my mind was my badge of superiority. I believed in this so much that I actually frowned on the pursuits of the body."
He now gets that same hint of sarcasm that we recognize and may grow to either like or be annoyed by one. "Sports? Forget it. Bunch of jock boneheads crashing into each other. Like stag elk in heat. Such senseless violence. Girls? Good in theory, but how do you talk to them? Dancing? No way. I tried it once. It was not a pretty sight. At that time, I was a virgin. And apt to remain that way for a while. YEP. I was your basic sexually pent-up adolescent. One other thing about myself I forget to mention. I was a plucky kid. I had true grit. I just never had an opportunity to prove it. Both to myself or anyone else. But I will get that opportunity soon. Little did I know that that day would be different. That, that day would mark the ending of Vince, and the beginning of the Chameleon.
Various shots of Vince going to, and from his classes. We see him walking at a very brisk pace, probably more than needed. Then suddenly, he is ran into, head on, by someone coming in the opposite direction. Vince crashes to the ground. Then quickly gets up.
"Gees, sorry man, you ok? You didn't see me coming?"
"No I didn't Jon." Vince replied, with sarcasm in his voice.
John laughs nervously. "HAHA, sorry Vince, new here, remember." Pan up to see the tired look on Vince's face, as he reaches to his side of the camera's view, and pulls on something that we can't see.
Vince sighs, and at the same time says, "It's ok, should have been using this anyways." While he's saying this, we here a clicking sound. "Be careful dude, If it were anyone else, they probably would have started a fight with ya. Most people aren't as nice as I am around here you know. Ok, nice isn't the word to use, just different forms of aggression. Don't forget Jon, I'm no exception. You just caught me on one of my passive days." He smiles to show that he was just kidding around.
Pan down as Vince suddenly swings his right arm out just below the camera. We get a brief look of a long metallic colored object in his right hand. Keep panning down, and to the left to include Jon in the shot. Vince reaches out to shake Jon's hand. They shake, with the usual harder-Than- usual-grip that most men do.
"I would watch out for ya if I could bud, but be careful. People around hear are weird about things like that."
"Thanks." Jon says politely. "I'm still sorry about that man."
"It's ok." Vince responds. After a while, you kinda get used to it. Look forward to running in to ya again some time." Then he chuckles at his joke, but this is different, it was almost like he was trying to reassure Jon about something.
Jon chuckles, slightly nervously, then quickly changes the subject. "They stuck me in Biology this semester. Gees, I never got anything science related, and they decide to stick me straight in to the one part of science I hate the most."
"Well, who you got?"
"It's in about five minutes, Third block. Mr. Hawkins." Jon Replied.
Vince smiles. "I've had him before. Don't worry, you probably won't have to dissect a frog or anything. I kinda thought it was easy."
"Yea, I heard you were good with science, and stuff like that."
"Word Travels fast don't it. Do you know where it is?" Vince inquired.
"Not really. It's my second day here." He answered.
"It's on my way to English. If you want, I'll show ya where it is?" Vince said as he turned away from him
"If you don't mind..." Jon said with a little bit of wonderment in his voice.
"Come on then, I don't mind showing you, but you will have to keep up with me." Vince then walks off, motioning Jon to follow him. Jon soon follows, shortly after.
Switch to a side view of Vince and Jon walking down a walkway with a few polls holding up a cover over it. We notice something different from this angle. Now the thing that stands out the most about Vince isn't his pitch- black sunshades. It's the fact that he's walking with a stick in front of him. It is only now that we realize that he is blind.
Camera shows fast shots of Vince and his friends at school. With in these shots, we should realize that Vince's friends, like him, are mostly straight-A misfit types. If necessary add things like, coke bottle glasses, a few kids with retainers; maybe even throw in someone with an eye patch or something like that.
Finally stopping on his last class of the day... BIOLOGY.
Ariel view of the class room, as the Chameleon does the voice over.
Chameleon V.O.
"Now this was my favorite class. I usually made nothing less than a 95 in it. The only reason why I didn't make a hundred in it is I kept day dreaming about the girl across the room."
Camera zooms in on that same girl we saw in the courtyard. Still just as attractive, still as beautiful.
"I was captivated by her, But just like every other girl I knew, She didn't seem to know That I existed."
Zoom to show the teacher at the podium finishing his lecture.
"We will be spending the next few periods doing a project. This will count for 25% of your final grade in this class. Do the project on whatever you want, just make sure to keep it clean. To make it fair, you will be paired up in to groups of two. Yes you can choose your partner. SO take these last five minutes to choose a partner and decide what you want to do your project on." The class starts to murmur incoherently. While people get up out of their seats and teem up.
Chameleon V.O.
"And to my surprise Jaycee Downing comes all the way over to me and asks to be my partner. I thought I was about to POP. What I would find out later, was, that she only teamed up with me because she needed at least a B in the class, or she wouldn't graduate with a B average, and then her parents wouldn't buy her a car like they promised., So of coarse, she teams herself up with Vincent the Nerd."
Cut to the back of the room, where some girls, who are obviously Jaycee's friends exchange looks and smirks.
Cut back to Vince and Jaycee. His face is flushed.
Chameleon V.O.
"After all these years I can't get that moment out of my head. She smelled so good. She wore a type of perfume, "BEAUTIFUL", I think that was its name. God I felt so giddy. Of course I knew I didn't have a chance. She was going out with one of the school's top studs.... Nathan Blaine."
Pan over a few seats to Nathan. Close up on his face, and then pull out to see the rest of his body.
Chameleon V.O.
"Yea, there he is. Nathan was a top athlete, playing on the senior football team and head of the gymnastic team. He's still a tennis snob and drives a Porsche. Needless to say, I did not like him."
Cut to the students leaving the high school.
Jaycee comes up to Vince and starts to walk beside him.
"We'll start our project first thing tomorrow after school. If that's ok with you Vince."
"It's ok with me." He said with a little trembling in his voice.
"I would start it today, but Nate has invited me to a party, and he has a pool. Haven't been swimming for a while, and I really want to go." She explained.
"Just let me know before you come over, or before you come to pick me up." He said, with that same nervous shake in his voice.
Chameleon V.O.
"That was just fine with me. I really didn't want her to see my pale skinny body next to Nate, the stud. Besides, I still had to fix Mrs. Burn's computer for her. And there was no time like the present. I knew it wouldn't take me to long, and she promised me a ride there, and a ride back home. That and the money I was picking up on the side was rewarding enough. You would be surprised at the number of electronic illiterates you will find in a town. I know my town is small but gees."
Exterior shot of the "Dragons DIN" that we saw before.
Interior Cut to a room. Probably one in the back of the "Dragon's Din. Vince is sitting down in a chair that swivels. He's got a computer open, and is working on it with various tools.
"There is a Radio to your..."
"Right." Vince said cutting Mrs. Burns off. "You don't move much around here. That's why I like working for you. I don't have to go searching for things that I need."
"A Place for everything, and everything in it's place. I don't do that just for you Vince. I do it because it makes it easier on me too." She said in response.
"I know. If I expected it, I would get mad at ya if you couldn't find something that I knew was around here." He replied with a soft smile on his face. As she walks off camera we zoom in the window behind Vince. We see a figure their, standing with his right hand to his side. He looks like he's clutching something in it.
Shots and close-ups of Vince fixing the computer.
He stops unscrewing a screw to reach off to the right and turns a knob on the radio. Then gets back to his task at hand. We hear the radio in the back ground as we see close-ups of him reaching inside the computer, pulling out cables, feeling them, then plugging them back in.
He now sings to the song on the radio as he continues to work. "I go crazy, crazy. Baby, I go crazy. You turn it on! Then you're gone. Now you drive me! Crazy, crazy, crazy for you baby." The voice of the Chameleon quickly starts to cover Vince's singing.
Chameleon V.O.
"I don't thank you want to hear that. I have never been much of a singer. Probably never will be. Most of my friends tell me I sound like a violin in a garbage disposal. But thankfully I had other talents, And this was one of them."
While we hear the voice of the Chameleon we see Vince pulling out another cable. He feels it, grabs a small all like tool and begins to probe the end of the cable with it. He puts that tool down, then grabs a set of tweezers that were laying next to the radio. He then attaches the tweezers to part of the end of the cable and makes a gentle pulling motion. Then he grins.
Chameleon V.O.
"Now, this I was good at."
Vince then starts to make up his own lyrics to the song, while switching on the computer. "Fixed it, fixed it, baby, I fixed it."
The computer beeps as the light of the computer screen gives us a better view of the very satisfied, almost thrilled look on Vince's face.
"You turn it on! It's not broke, now I really! Fixed it, fixed it, baby, I can re-pair. What do I do. Now! I didn't need glue."
We see a flash on the screen as we see the familiar windows 95 logo. He laughs with glee and begins to type frantically. Then he hits two keys at the same time and waits, starts to fidget a little., then remembers that he forgot to do something. He Then reaches down and grabs a cord that leads up to a printer.
"I need a plug. Honey! Yea! I Need a plug! So I, so I so I can see. I got to see, if I can pr-print!" He jams the plug into the socket with out realizing that the tip of his index fingernail is in the way.
Electricity starts to course through his body. At almost the same time as he starts getting electrocuted, That figure in the window raises the gun that he was holding on his side, and pulls the trigger. A dart Shatters the window, aimed near Vince's neck. However, because of the electricity from the wall socket making him jerk, he moves most of his body slightly. The metallic dart continues on it's same trajectory, now aimed at it's newly acquired target. The back of Vince's scull. When the dart connects. We here a slightly wet sound as the dart begins to sink into his flesh, then continuing into the bone. He then starts to convulse as even more electricity is being pumped into him buy a unknown source.
Zoom out to see the grinning face of the figure at the window. He starts to laugh. We soon realize that it's Nate.
"Shocking isn't it nerd boy." He says in-between laughs. "I told you before, don't go after my girl. We'll see how good you and her work together when you are out of school for a little while. Oh, what's that? Don't worry about her grade. Yours either. Me and her will get along just fine." He continues to laugh until he looks down at his hand that clutches the tazer that he was holding. Then he drops it to the ground, and grabs his hand. "Shit! Stupid cheap thing!" He grimaces in pane as he rubs his hand.
"Shouldn't have ordered it from the internet anyways." He looks down to try to spot his weapon.
Close up on the ground
e see sparks flying from the tazer as it starts to smoke. Pan up the side of the building to see a thin red wire that appears to be connected to the tazer and leads into the window. As the wire starts to glow red, we soon realize that the red tint in the wire isn't it's natural coloring.
"Aww man!" Nate says as he backs away from the smoking object. We then here a combination of electrical frying and popping sounds as the tazer explodes in a flash of bright blew light. Nate screams as a spark from the now useless tazer catches him in the leg.
"Damn it, I'm going to hafta buy another one now. Piece a Shit", he says as he walks off camera. Simultaneously show this sequence while we here the voice of the Chameleon once more.
Pan back to the window and inside the building.
We can make out the form of Vince sprawled out on the carpet. His body is smoking now. As the vapors of smoke rise off of him, we realize that he is laying face down. Pan up above his head. One of his tools falls down from the counter and strikes him on the back of the head. It cleanly severs the wire that we can now see clearly protruding from the back of his head While gracing the dart, pushing it in further into the recesses of his brain.
Chameleon V.O.
"It's called a cop tazer. Mainly used in LA. I think. Don't ask me to explain what happened in those few seconds. I don't think I really can. It might have been a chemical imbalance that occurred after some particular brain cells got fried. Maybe all the electricity going through my body at once did something to my brain wave pattern. Maybe I was born that way. It's a thought. Maybe I really was a mutant this hole time and the electricity just unlocked what I had. I have my theories. But never really tested any of them."
As the object hits Vince on the head, he then jerks up and bumps his head on the counter as he groans slightly from the knock his noggin just received. He sets there, looking around the room, moving his head from side to side, as if he could see. He then reaches to the back of his head and pulls the dart buy the little bit of wire that had been left on the end of it. The wire, and the dart, comes free of the flesh and bone with a soft wet sound. Not to mention a slight grimace of pain from Vince. He holds the dart in his hand for a second, then puts it in the pocket of his jeans. He starts to stand up, holding on to the computer desk for support. He then feels around for his chair and finds it to his right. As he sits down, he takes off his shades. For the first time we get a semi decent look at his dark brown eyes, which like the Chameleon, seem to still be in the shadows. Probably because of the way that they are positioned in his head.
Chameleon V.O.
"That little incident really hurt by the way. My head was throbbing. I don't remember the dart hitting me, or sitting down in the chair, but I must have gotten there somehow."
Vince rubs his eyes, blinks, then rubs them again. He holds his head in his hands, resting his arm's on the desk on each side of the keyboard. Slowly, he breaths in, then out, then in, then out. He repeats this a few times, apparently trying to calm himself down. He explores the back of where the dart hit him in the head with one hand, and finds blood. With his other hand, he reaches down, and we hear the sound of a zipper unzipping. We then see him bring a cloth up to his neck to wipe the blood away.
Chameleon V.O.
"One thing was for sure. I knew something was different. I was just about to find that out. The hard way."
