It was about a month ago, I started to read a book called Orion. It was very griping and hard to put down so I decided to write the first chapter or so in script format. This is only the begining.


Orion

FADE INTO BLACK:

ORION
I am not superhuman.
(Break)
I do have abilities that are far beyond those of any normal man’s, but I am just as human and mortal as anyone on Earth.

FADE TO FOOTAGE:

1/ EXT. PARK - MIDDAY
Footage of children playing with their parents. A shot of the park but fading through different seasons. Winter, spring, summer and autumn. Repeating the seasons over and over.
2/ INT. OFFICE BUILDING - MIDDAY
Men and women working, typing on computers. Confused and chatting. Having a laugh.

OVERLAY DIALOG:

ORION
I can take complete conscious control of my entire body. I can direct my chain of synapses instantly to make any part of my body do exactly what I wish it to do.

3/ INT. TEACHER’S HOUSE - EVENING
Orion is playing the piano and then his teacher who is a mild, grey little man nodding his head in shock. Almost like he is about to faint. Orion stops and looks at his teacher, confused.
4/ INT. BIG HALL - EVENING
Then footage of Orion beating his master at tae khan do. His master looks angry and upset. Almost like he is revengeful.

OVERLAY DIALOG:

ORION
Last year I learnt to play the piano in two hours. My teacher absolutely refused to believe that I had never touched a keyboard before that day. It was just like when I learnt everything my tae khan do master had learnt in his lifetime in less then a week. Believe me that did not please him.

FADE INTO BLACK:

ORION
My powers are growing. It’s almost like they are building, waiting for a big event. Whatever it is, I’ll be ready. Because this is when John O’Ryan becomes ORION.

DISSOLVE TO WHITE:
TITLE “ORION”

5/ INT. MANHATTAN RESTAURANT- 3PM
The camera pans around a midtown Manhattan restaurant giving an established shot of who is in the building. The restaurant was almost empty. John O’Ryan was sitting alone. There was a middle-aged pair of French tourists. A couple of secret lovers, holding hands, teasing each other. Also, sitting alone, a beautiful dark haired woman who had penetrating eyes. Orion kept looking at her, gazing at her relish looks.
All of a sudden, a handsome, gold-manned man entered the restaurant. He was wearing a conservative grey business suit. The man sits next to the dark haired women comfortably. Orion kept staring at the women as she was almost like she was unable to pull herself free of his spell.
As Orion gazed at the women, another man walked through the door interrupted him. This man looked evil and dis-shaped. The man runs up to the bar and talks to the waiter. Orion gets up from his seat, slowly, but before he could walk to the dark haired women, the man who was at the bar through an egg shaped object on the restaurant floor. A hand grenade.
Just before it exploded, Orion steps up to look at the camera. The explosion resumes behind Orion in slow motion as he speaks to the audience.

ORION
I saw it all as if it were happening in slow motion. I realise now that my reflexes must have suddenly gone into overdrive, operating at a fantastically fast rate.

Orion steps away from the camera and the explosion resumes at normal rate. Orion dives onto the dark haired women to save her. The man ducking into the kitchen, the waiters stiffing with surprise, the couples at the other tables still talking. As soon as the explosion had finished, alarms had started and ambulances and police cars had pulled up. Lodes of paramedics rushed into the burnt restaurant.
The paramedics took the injured away including the women Orion liked. Orion, without a scratch on him got up and helped the paramedics.

MEDIC
Your lucky, Mister. You didn’t even get your hair mussed.
Orion didn’t reply. He stood up again and walked to the same place where he stood last time he talking to the audience.

ORION
Lucky. I feel numb, as if my whole body has been immersed in a thick enveloping fog. I mean, what made me try to save that attractive woman? Who was responsible for that bombing? Were they trying to kill her? Or one of the men that came in the restaurant?
(Break)
Or Me?

6/ INT. ORION’S STUDY/HOUSE – EVENING
Orion lies on his bed; shut eyes, remembering the event.

DISSOLVE TO WHITE:

7/ MEMORY- INT. MANHATTAN RESTAURANT- 3PM
There is a white glow around the women and the two men as if there were superior. Orion (in memory) sits at the table watching the man and dark haired women react to the explosion. They had no expression. As the memory continued, Orion spots the name of the hospital on one of the paramedic’s jackets. Orion wakes up.

FADE FROM WHITE:

8/ INT. ORION’S STUDY/HOUSE – EVENING
Orion opens his eyes and gets up from his bed. He goes to his computer and searches the address for the hospital. He then writes it down.

9/ INT. ST. MERCY HOSPITAL – LATE EVENING
Orion pushed through the doors of the hospital and looked confused. He searched around the wards and beds looking for that model looking women he saw at the restaurant. He spots her and a nurse stops Orion.

NURSE
Excuse me, are you looking for someone?

ORION
Yes. Um, she’s just over there.

NURSE
Are you a relative?

ORION
Yes, yeah... I’m her uncle.

NURSE
Okay, that’s all right then. Only a few minutes.

Orion nodded.

NURSE
Miss Promachos. Your uncle is here.

She wakes and looks confused.

NURSE
Just a few minutes, sir.
The woman looks at the nurse confused.

ARETHA
Uncle? I have no uncle. You... You’re the one who saved me, in the restaurant.

ORION
Are you all right?

ARETHA
Yes, thanks to you. Only this cut on my forehead; they said I won’t need plastic surgery, it won’t leave a scar.

ORION
That’s good.

ARETHA
And a few bruises on my body and legs from being knocked down.

ORION
Oh. I’m sorry.

The women laughed.

ARETHA
Don’t be! If you hadn’t knocked me over...

ORION
I’m glad you weren’t hurt seriously. I...I don’t even know your name.

ARETHA
Aretha. Call me Aretha.

A long pause grew as Orion felt uneasy.

ARETHA
You don’t know who I am, Do you?

ORION
Should I know?

ARETHA
You don’t remember?

Orion shook his head. Aretha held Orion’s hand.

ARETHA
It’s all right. I’ll help you. That’s why I’m here.

ORION
To help me?

ARETHA
Do you remember the two men who were sitting at the bar this afternoon?
(Break)
The golden one... and the other. The dark one? You remember the other one?

ORION
Yes.

ARETHA
But you don’t remember who they are do you?

ORION
Should I?

ARETHA
You must. It is imperative.

ORION
But I don’t know who they are; I never saw them before today.

ARETHA
You have seen them. We both have. But you can’t remember any of it.

ORION
This is very confusing. Why was the restaurant bombed? Who’s behind it?

ARETHA
That’s not important. I’m here to help you recall your mission. What happened this afternoon was a trivial.

ORION
Trivial? Four people died!

NURSE
That’s it sir. She needs he rest.

ORION
But...

NURSE
She needs he rest!

ARETHA
That’s all right. You can come back tomorrow, I’ll tell you about it then.

ORION
I’ll be back, Aretha.

Orion walks out confused.

10/ INT. ORION’S STUDY/HOUSE – EVENING
Orion is stood in front of the camera.

ORION
My name is John .G. O’Ryan. It has always made me feel slightly uneasy, as though it wasn’t my real name. It doesn’t feel right. I’m thirty-six years old but I’ve always felt younger. The other day I tried to remember back to my thirtieth birthday and found with a shock that I couldn’t. All I could remember up to was my thirty-third birthday with my boss’s private secretary in Hollywood. Beyond my thirty-third birthday my mind is a blank. No knowledge of who my parent’s were. No memories from my childhood. This is weird. Who am I? Why am I?
A tear started to appear from Orion’s eye.

ORION
Somehow I knew that the grenade had been meant for me. Not Aretha or anyone else. Me. Someone had tried to kill me. I have to know. Whoever I am, whatever my past has been, it must have involved not only Aretha but those two men as well. The angel and the dark spirit. One of them, perhaps both of the them, had tried to kill me.