Hey all this is how it went down...sorta...


James Ritchie asked, "Wanna write a new BLACK Black Terror? Ex-Army, Microbiologist, who accidentally moves into the Original Black Terror's secret lair in Chicago--and finds the drug that gave him super-powers?"

J.M. Hunter replies, "Why yes, yes I do."


Black Terror: Noir

"World Gone Black."

by J.M. Hunter


Page 1.

Panel 1:

Close up of a dark haired ethnic man's face as a gloved fist smashes into the man's jaw sending spurts of blood off panel.


SFX: KRAK!


Man: "Uhhh!"



Panel 2: Same shot, the man is punched again by the same gloved fist.


SFX: CRUNCH!


Man: Hnnnh!


Panel 3: Pull back to reveal a dark laboratory, three other men besides the beaten man sitting bound with his arms behind the back of the chair. His head low, blood drooling from his mouth. The owner of the fist who struck the bound man, a large bald brown skinned man in a black suit with a white now blood stained dress shirt holds a similar stained hankerchief over his own bloodied nose. His body language hunched over, gloved fist balled up reads that he's ready to crack the bound man in the chair again. The other two men stand in the back ground. One of them also ethnic maybe of middle eastern ancestry with an athletic build and slicked back hair, smirking is leaning against a counter with lab equipment including beakers and chemicals, the other man, the oldest of the three also ethnic but with close cropped hair and steel in his gaze stands straight gesturing for the large bulky man to pause.


Older Man: "Ahmed, stop."

"If you continue to hit the man in his jaw."
"How will he tell us what we want to know?"


Panel 4: The Older man walks past the wide-eyed Ahmed, still holding the cloth over his bloody nose and pointing to it.


Ahmed: "Looh whad he did do my node!"


Older Man: "Yes, I was there."

"For a microbiologist he did put up a good fight did he not?"

"Allow me to speak with him."


Panel 5: Close in on the Older Man as he whispers into the ear of the beaten man.


The Older Man: "Proffesor Delgado.."

"You should just tell us what we want to know. Save yourself the trouble.

Where is the serum?

"The Robert Benton formula?"


Prof. Delgado: "What the Hell are you talking about?!

"Matter of fact... "

What are you idiots doing here in the southside of Chicago?"


Panel 6: The Older Man drops his head and sighs while the other two men look at each other puzzled.


Older Man: "Sigh"


Panel 7: Same shot, but with Professor Delgado spittign out a tooth. The older man looks up tired and annoyed. We see Ahmed grinning punching his fist into his palm.

Prof. Delgado: "Ptoo!"

SFX: clickety clack. (tooth hitting the floor).

Older man: "Ahmed, Dumas?"

"Kill him."


Panel 8: The man called Dumas with a mirthful grin reaches for a beaker on the lab set. The label reads Hydroclhoride. Ahmed in back of him lurches for Prof. Dumas as the Older Man walks off panel.

The Older Man: "You should know when you play games Professor


" There is always a loser."

End of Page 1.


Page 2.

Panel One: Ahmed yanks back Professor Delgado's head, gripping him by the brow so that his eyes are forced wide open to see what's coming. The man Dumas walks towards him waving the beaker cavalier like between his thumb and index finger smiling. The Older Man in the background folds his arms and rubs his chin, calm and casually continuing to talk while Professor Delgado struggles.


Older Man: "Proffessor, I'm sure you can agree that it is hard for us to believe, you a microbiologist "accidentally" moves into the former redidence of Dr. Robert Benton also known as The Black Terror. We walked in on you as you were acessing his private laboratory. It's futile, no..juvenile even to act as if you do not know what we seek."

"Do you really want to leave this plane of existence this way? Melting from the inside?"


Prof. Delgado: "NOOOOO-OWWWWWWW!"

"I SWEAR, I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU ASSHOLES ARE TALKING ABOUT!!"


Panel Two: Close in on Ahmed as he whispers into Prof. Delgado's ear.


Ahmed: "To dell you duh dudh docdor, I dopped believing in Allah afffder I killed my fird man. I jud love duh kill americand wid your fucking John Wayne addidude. Everydime I kill one of you dinking capidalids id maked me cum."


Prof. Delgado: "I, I can't understand what he's saying?"


Panel Three: Ahmed punches Professor Delgado in the gut with a hammer fist angrily as Dumas chuckles moving out of the way of the professor's flailing feet.


Dumas: "Whoooa, careful now my friend, ha, hah!"

"Fiesty American!"


Panel Four: Dumas sits down on Professor Delgado's legs, stradling him, but also pinning them down. Ahmed continues to hold the Proffessor's head back as Dumas grips the Professor's mouth holding it open.


Dumas: "I like that!"


Panel Five: Fullshot of Dumas pouring the vial down Professor Delgado's throat as he starts to struggle. Ahmed in back of him turns his face away, simling through his blood soaked face and keeps the Professor in place with a hold.


Ahmed: "Heh, heh."

Dumas: "It's like riding a horse no?"

"Look Ahmed I CAN make him drink!"

Professor Delgado: ARRRGGGHHHHHHH!!! (choke*), (cough!), (hgghclk!).


Panel Six: Dumas and Ahmed quickly back away as Professor Delgado's body buckles and throttles in the chair violently. He is in immense pain as a burning sound and gas starts to emit from his body.

Dumas: "Whoa, give him some room Ahmed, ha, hah!"

Professor Delgado: "AHHHHHHHHH!"

"IT BURRRRRRNS!!!"

SFX: "Ssssssssssss"


Panel Seven: Close up on The Older Man's face, grim, steely eyed.


The Older Man: "Yes that is what acid is supposed to do Professor."


Panel Eight: Bird's eye shot of Professor Delgado as the gas continues to emit from his body, his head is thrown backwards but his eyes manic are on The Older Man and the Professor is smiling.


Professor Delgado: "NO! IT BURNS!"

"HEH, HEH...

IN A GOOD WAY!"


Panel Eight: Nice shot of the Professor from behind in the foreground, suddenly exploding up from the chair and binds now splintered and in pieces. The snapped binds fall around his biceps and forearms, the Professor is looking a little more physically powerful with clenched fists. In the background we see the other three assailants stepping back, shocked in disbelief.

SFX: "SNAP!, CRRRRKKKAK!, SNAP!"

Professor Delgado: "LET'S TRY THIS AGAIN!!"


The Older Man: "I, I, don't understand!"

Ahmed: "Oh Diit."


End of Page 2.



Page 3.


Panel One: Wide shot across the top. The Older Man points angrily at Prof. Delgado and orders Ahmed to attack him as he reaches for his gun inside his jacket. Dumas reaches for his gun as well. Professor Delgado starts to rush the three.

The Older Man: "AHMED, GET HIM!"

Ahmed: "Wid pleadure!"


Panel Two: Full shot of Ahmed as he lands a clean punch to the side of Prof. Delgado's face, breaking his own hand.

SFX: Scrunch!

Ahmed: "Ahhhhh!"


Panel Three: Prof. Delgado stands shocked touching his face while Ahmed screams holding his mangled broken hand blocking his other two associates line of fire.

Ahmed: "Ahhhhhhhh!"

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

"My Had, he broke my had wid hid fasssse!"


Prof. Delgado: "Wha?!"

"His punch?!"

"I barely even felt it!"


The Older Man: "Ahmed, you fool get out of our way!"

"We can't get a shot!"


Dumas: "Does it matter if he's in the way really?"


Panel Four: Nice vertical panel. Upon the realization that Ahmed can't hurt him, Prof. Delgado does a flying knee to Ahmed's face.


Prof. Delgado: "ASS.."

SFX: "POK!"


Panel Five: Another vertical panel as Prof. Delgado brings Ahmed's head down in a muy tai plumb and rams it into his knee with such an impact that most of Ahmed's face caves in a third of the way and his eyes buldge.


Prof. Delgado "...HOLE!!".

SFX: "KEERUUNNNCHHH!"



Panel Six: Ahmed pops back up with a spray of blood as he falls to his knees, clearly with most of his face caved in, eyes rolled back into his head. The Older Man and Dumas look on in shock before recovering their senses.

Ahmed: "(gurgle) *"

The Older Man: "gasp! Ahmed?!"

Panel Seven: Similar panel as Ahmed's lifeless body drops face first and his associates recovered start unloading their clips, shooting at Prof. Delgado.


The Older Man: "FIRE!"

SFX: KABLAM, KABLAM, KABLAM!

Panel Eight: Full on shot of the two surviving assailants from behind as Prof. Delgado rushes them bullets bouncing off of him, flaying his shirt into ribbions.

Prof. Delgado: "I don't know how, but you two can't hurt me."

"Which means..."


end of page 3.

I'll update as I write it! Hope you enjoy it.

But not as you draw it.

Thanks for reading!

Thanks for making excuses!

This is a thread for the script and any artwork other people want to throw down on it. Must you come in and bring nothing to every thread like always?

Page 4 and 5, rough drafts.


Page 4.



Panel One: Angle down. Wide shot across the page of Prof. Delgado grabbing both, Dumas and The Older Man each by the wrists holding their fire arms tightly. Both of the men cry out in pain.


Dumas: "AHHHHH!"


The Older Man: "AHHHH!"


Prof. Delgado: "Which means you can't do shit!"


Panel Two: Another wide shot across the page with Prof. Delgado pivoting while still holding Dumas as he tries to pry his arm from Prof. Delgado's grip flings The Older Man into the lab set of vials, tubes, and other chemicals.


Prof. Delgado: "First you!"


The Older Man: "No don't!!"


SFX: "KLUNKT, KRASH!"


Panel Three: Full shot of The Old Man on the ground doused with chemicals and glass shards, a small flame from the fire fight starts to travel up the trail of chemicals torwards him, his eyes are wide with fear.


The Old Man: "No!"


Panel Four: Full shot side by side with panel three of The Old man engulfed in flames as he tries to pat them away.


The Old Man: "Nooo, not like this!"

"Dumas!"

"Help Mee!".

Panel six: Wide shot across the panel in the foreground Prof. Delgado breaks Dumas's arm while in the background The Old Man runs body engulfed full of flames towards the window where it's started to storm outside.

SFX: (lightning) KRAKOW!

The Old Man: "AIIIIIIEEEEEEE!"

Prof. Delgado: "Dumas is busy at the moment."

SFX: "KRAKK!"


Dumas: "Ooowwwwwwwwlll!"

Panel Seven: Ext. full outside of the flat, a man in flames crashes through the window in a ball of fire his body plummets down to the streets.

SFX: "PKSSSHHHHHH!

The Older Man: "AUUUUUUUUUUUUUIIIIEEE"


Panel Eight: Int. of the flat. Close up of Prof. Delgado and Dumas side profile as Prof. Delgado confronts the last member of his assailants face to face. Dumas holds his broken arm.

SFX: "Klunkethoom!"

Prof. Delgado: "Looks like something broke your friend's fall."

"Wonder if you'll be as lucky?"


Dumas: "Look, my friend..heh, heh."

"It was just business eh?"

"Nothing personal yea?"


End of Page 4.



Page 5.



Panel One: Prof. Delgado angry with one hand around the the throat of Dumas starts to walk with him toward the direction of the window. Dumas with his one able hand reaches behind his waist.

Prof. Delgado: "Nothing personal?"

"I don't know how you people do where your from.."

"Wait...where are you from anyways?"


Panel Two: Dumas taking advantage of the professor's distraction pulls out a knife and in one motion tries to stab the arm holding him up by the throat. The knife snaps on impact.


Dumas: "YOUR MOTHER!!"

"HNNNH!"

SFX: "KLANG, SNAP!"


Panel Three: Medium shot of Prof. Delgado holding Dumas even further over his head, fist balled. Dumas's feet flail in the air wildy.


Prof. Delgado: "My mother?!"

"You're from my mother?"

"That doesn't even make sense!!"


Panel Four: Close in on an angry Prof. Delgado, Dumas's fearful now.

Prof. Delgado: "Where I'm from it's always personal!"


Panel Five, Six, and Seven, (three panels across the page same size.): Small panel showing Prof. Delgado in series of bitch slaps to Dumas's face.

Prof. Delgado: "Especially when you.."


SFX: "SLAP!"

Prof. Delgado: "..Pour acid down someone's throat..."

SFX: "SMAK!"

Prof. Delgado: "..shoot him with bullets."

SFX: "SLAP!"

Prof. Delgado: "..and try to stab him with a knife!"


End of Page 5.

It still seems really creepy to name the villain after me.

At least I'm a professor, I guess.

Uhh, no.

The guy doing all the kicking ass is the Professor. Dumas isn't even your real name, so don't worry about it too much. This guy is a few shades more brown than you too, so other than your sign in name and maybe one other incident, this character doesn't really share much likeness with you.

I have an old character from my superhero writing/drawing days that was a villainous monk who also has no resemblance to you as well.

What if he had a little toady sidekick named Reese?