The Kaine Chronicles, Part One: The Dream

["Invincible" Damian Kaine]

PART 1: The Dream



Friday, October 14, 2016, 0352 HAST; Damian Kaine’s Hotel Room



Damian Kaine is passed out in his king sized mattress. Tossing and turning, he appears restless. The camera pans into his head, showing a dream sequence:

Damian is sitting among a circle of people. The group is all sitting quietly, seemingly waiting on some unknown person to appear. Damian is conscious of his surroundings. He hears the loud screeching sound, like that of a bird, yet thinks nothing of it. That is, until the others in the circle begin to grow frantic. They are shaking and murmuring softly enough that Damian could barely make out what they were saying:

“The beast is coming… the end is nye.” 

Just as the group begins to calm, they turn their attention to the misty area surrounding the circle.  

“Brothers,” a voice says from the mist, “we have a labourious task ahead of us. A beast of legend is arising before our very eyes. We have heard the sirens. We have seen the omens. But, tonight, Brothers. Tonight, we see the beast for ourselves. We will see the destruction. The Pain and Agony.. Brothers… Tonight we meet the Phoenix.” 

Damian looks around again, as the circle looks more unsettled. Damian, somewhat nervous, and curious, approaches the mist. 

“Where are my real brothers? PsychoPomp, and Bishop. And Dion?” 

The mist answers, “One is among you, the others have already defeated the beast.” 

“Well if the beast has been defeated, why is it still attacking us?” 

“Brother Damian, do you know nothing of the phoenix? It rises from it’s ashes and starts anew. ‘Tis what makes it such a dangerous foe.” 

“And my brothers, why could they not join us, today. Surely they would be a valuable asset to us, considering they have already conquered the beast.” 

“They are preoccupied, Brother Damian. Your brother Bishop has been distracted by the court jester, and Brother Pomp has his hands full with the Sun God.” 

“I understand. I guess this task will fall to Brother Dion and me.” 

“You will do your brethren well, young one.” 

“Thank you, Sir.” 

As Damian walks away, he has many questions, but is subconsciously aware that he has little time for answers; he must prepare for the battle ahead of him. He searches among the crowd for Dion Necurat, his Brother in Arms, but finds him nowhere. He somehow finds the barracks of what he’s assuming is a military camp. He looks throughout the various sized tents, still in search of Dion, when a trumpet is heard, followed by the same screeching from earlier.  

Not three seconds later, a giant bird lands on the biggest tent on the camp. It lets out a bellowing yell, with flames flowing from its sharp beak.  

The rest of the camp is in shambles: soldiers are running for cover, screaming. The few soldiers who DO stand to fight are killed within seconds.  

Damian searches through an artillery tent for a viable weapon to attack the beast. He comes to find a crossbow. As he loads the crossbow with its projectiles, he thinks to himself, “surely a beast of this magnitude won't be harmed by a few measly arrows. I should consult the mist.” And so he managed to sneak around the beast, to get to where he began.  

When he reaches the location, the mist immediately speaks. 

“The beast attacks and you're here.” 

“How can i defeat him?” 

“Ha. You're Already on the right path, Damian. Him. You have to realize that this beast, though one of legend, is simply a living creature. And a living creature can be killed.” 

“Real helpful. HOW can I kill him?”  

“It's a living creature with blood. Send something through that blood. It'll work just like a human, on that it will travel through his system. Tis how your brothers defeated him.”  

“You mean, a lethal injection?” 

“Yes. But you must be sure. So after he is defeated, remove his head. That is what the others have failed to do. Brother Kevin and Brother Pomp, they didn't remove his head. And he rose again. So be sure, Brother Damian. Now go. Your brothers need you.” 

“Thank you, again, Mysterious leader” 

Damian runs back to the battlefield. Once the beast was in sight, he began to slow his pace, remaining out of view. He sneaks back into the artillery. 

As if by second nature, Damian immediately starts brewing a poison. 

“Where the hell did the mortar and pestle come from?” He says to himself. 

Within an hour, he has finished the drought, enough for two shots. He pours it into two syringes, then loads them in his own quiver and sets out on his journey.  

He's crouching behind a shrub when he spots the Phoenix. He quickly places a normal arrow in the crossbow and fires it at the beast, just to gain its focus. And damned if he didn’t. The firebird darts at Damian, and he ducks just enough to get a grip of his wing and pull himself onto its back. The phoenix seemingly bucks to get Damian off, but he is persistent. He digs the syringe out of his quiver, then stabs the bird’s neck. Quickly, the bird falls… 

“YES! I did it! Oh shit…”  

The demon bird stays at a decent altitude, and is now bucking harder, managing to knock Damian off of his back and hard to the grass below. 

“Ahh… Shit that hurt. What good does gymnastics do if i can’t land that fall?”  

Damian slowly, painfully rises to his feet, to see the bird gunning straight at him. He quickly jumps out of its path.  

“Shit, what am I going to do no- oh wait I have another syringe.”  

Damian grabs the second syringe and holds it like a knife, before realizing that that’s a stupid idea. 

“How am I going to do this?” He looks around and spots an arrow that fell out of his quiver, sparking an idea. He reaches for the arrow, then spreads the poison on the tip, before loading the crossbow and aiming for the bird. With one pull of the trigger, and a quick prayer to God, the arrow flies…  

and flies right into the bird’s head, causing it to fall flat. It stays down, allowing Damian to run over to it.  

“Now how in the hell am I going to- oh look a sword!”  

As he speaks, a silver longsword materializes out of nowhere. He picks it up, and, with one clean swing, takes the beast’s head off. He picks up the head and carries it back to the misty area.  

“I’ve done it! I have defeated the phoenix!” 

Almost as if out of nowhere, a crowd starts to applaud, and he’s holding a belt in his hands. The Alpha belt.  

“Congratulations. You are our champion! Go to your chambers and rest. You’ve earned it.” the mist says. 

“Wait. Reveal yourself! Who are you? Why do you sound so familiar?” 

A figure begins to walk out of the shadows. Damian gasps. 

“Hello, Brother Damian.” 

___________To Be Continued________