Over last 3 million years, the human race had been evolving and changing but now…. the next stage had become more apparent. Called Mutants, these evolved humans were superior in many ways to a normal human being and could displace the human race. Selfishness and jealousy grew and so the Mutant Registry was found. It was designed to record and watch the Mutants. To avoid the shame and the intrusion to their piracy, some Mutants were fleeing for their lives.
The broad daylight beat upon the black bitumen roads of Cenoville. One would expect that people of all flocks of life would be frolicking under the sun. However it was not the case. Fear and desperation gripped the streets as mutants ran for their lives.
“Run! Fin! Run!†a father called out to his son. “Father!†The boy called out as he removed the hood that covered his face. “ Just Go!†the boy’s father shouted with his life, telling the boy to run. Still hesitant, the boy ran with his eyes still looking at his father who had been shot with a tranquilizer dart. The man’s face of urgency faded into face of tiredness. “Dad!†Fin paused in his tracks. “Fin! Help Me!†a little girl of the same age as the boy was caught by Mutant Registry agents. The young mutant’s eyes glowed with a blue light as he raised his hand. Suddenly, the agent lost his grip on the girl and was flung away like a rag doll. “Tassy! Run! Arghhh!!!†the boy who was once filled with strength soon felt weak in knees. He kneeled down and struggled vigorously against an invisible leech which was zapping his energy away. The light faded into blurriness and blurriness became darkness and finally into despair as three dark shadows looked over at the fainted mutant.
Ep1: Cenozoic Awakening PT1
It has been 5 years since the Great Arrest in Cenoville but a cloud of darkness loomed over the town as human and mutants continued their conflict.
The shaving of pencil on paper was barely audible to all but Fin, now a teenager. While the other youngsters chatted about all things teenage, Fin continued his everyday ritual of sketching. His eyebrow lowered a little when he saw a small mistake in anatomy. "Shucks a foreshortening problem. Sigh!" Fin muttered, he looked out of the bus window, looking for a solution amidst the scenery that brushed by the window. Suddenly a fat hand grabbed Fin's sketchbook.
"Hey! Give my sketchbook back!" Fin shouted. "Oh you are so dirty, Finny! Drawing naked women again? Wooo...!!! Hey guys look! Fin is drawing naked women again." mocked Austin, a fellow schoolmate notorious for bullying mutants like Fin. He showed Fin's sketchbook to his buddies on the bus. They all laughed. Fin attempted to snatch his sketchbook from Austin. The "coward" still wanted to poke fun at Fin. However, a swerve by the schoolbus sent Fin's sketchbook out of the window. Distraught, Fin pushed Austin out of the way to get back his sketchbook but only to be greeted by hopelessness.
Fin hung his head in disappointment as his beloved sketchbook went with the wind. His hand was pumped with psychic energy ready to explode. Then suddenly a reassuring hand grabbed Fin's burning fist, causing the hateful energies to dissipate. "Don't worry! Fin! You can always get another one! Ah ha ha hah!!!!" Austin rubbed salt into Fin's wound.
Austin continued laughing until a orange rubbery ball flew into his face. "You're such a big coward, Austin! Pick on someone your own size!" remarked a tall lad, Hart. Austin made up his excuse "Oh really, I am already courageous enough! This fin-head is an mutie which makes…."
“which makes you guilty of the act of bullying AND damage to personal properties.†A shadow of a man cast itself on the bully. It was Mr. Mortimer, the science teacher. “I am reporting you to Principal Grange after this museum trip.†The bright sun highlighted his mirror shine hairless head, which reflected a murderous light on Austin’s face now nothing more than the face of a pitiful dog.
Before long, the bus arrived at Cenoville Museum, a place where works of humans and Nature alike are gathered in one place. Fin walked down the bus in a dejected manner as though the loss of his sketchbook was like the loss of a loved one.
"Don't worry, Fin. We will get another one." Hart comforted the dejected artist wanna-be. " Do you have any idea what’s in that book? There is something in there that's irreplaceable! Thanks so much for your help!" Fin barked sarcastically at Hart as he walked off into the museum with the rest of the class. " Fin.... Gosh….!" Hart called out helplessly to his anti-social friend.
The beams of sunlight were scattered by the canopy of leaves above as the sounds of birds rang through the swamp of an offshore island. In the distant, a young kid munched a packet of snacks. Oblivious to the scraps of cheese flakes on his lips and his little chubby fingers, the kid walked on. By selfishness uncorrected by childhood innocence, the juvenile threw his packet of chips emptied of its contents on the floor. Suddenly the frail bag flew back to the boy. No matter how the boy tried to escape from the bag, it followed the latter as though it had a life of its own.
“Young man, you shouldn’t litter the place. It dirties the city you know……†said a voice. The lad turned to gaze at the owner of the voice. The boy’s eyes resembled that of a feline; an oddity indeed. The boy apologized, “Sorry! Mr Rok! I won’t litter again.†The man who corrected the young mutant’s mistake was none other than Mr. James Rok, known as Ragnas by the Mutant Registry. Ragnas was considered a saviour of mutants since he was the one along with many other mutants who built Muta Nui, the last resting place of all mutants.
As the boy trotted with a childish pace, Ragnas looked at the child with his arms crossed at the back. The wind kissed his loose singlet as Ragnas admired the childhood innocence emanating from the child. Ragnas breathed in from his nostrils slits since he did not have a nose. Fidgeting his right foot, he thought: “Sigh! How much longer can mutants live in seclusion? Are we destined to live by the shadows forever and be prosecuted as monsters?†the mutant’s brows converged to a W shape between his closed eyes, his fist clenched tightly. Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by his ringing mobile phone strapped on his shoulder.
“Mr. Rok. The Muta Nui council requests an urgent meeting regarding a problem with our power supply.†said the other party. “Our Power supply? I will be there.†Ragnas replied as he teleported away from the park in a puff of smoke.
As the Muta Nui Council, the board of people in charge of maintaining the city, got their discussions points ready, they discussed among themselves on the situation. Ragnas came into the meeting room, clothed in well-ironed attire with a tie to round up a face of seriousness and devotion. Apparently, there was a crisis in Muta Nui. All this while since the beginning, Muta Nui had been secretly stealing power from Cenoville via underground cables. And currently, Cenoville had already been alerted to full suspicion of the existence of Muta Nui. But so far due to well planted spies in Cenoville, Muta Nui had never been discovered. However, as long as Muta Nui continued to steal power from Cenoville, it would only be a matter of time before Muta Nui was discovered.
“I understand…… We’ll have to cut off our connection with Cenoville……permanently. So until we have found a more reliable power source. We have to use our backup power which should last about 3 months. The clock is ticking for all of us. We have only 6 weeks to find another solution. I will help as much as I can too. And if I am not in my office, refer your suggestions with the Deputy Mayor, Dr. Knightley.†Ragnas replied to the Council and they all nodded in agreement to their leader’s decision.
As the lower council members continued their discussion among themselves as they walked out of the office. As Dr. Knightley was about to leave, Ragnas stalled his movements as the higher members had something to discuss.
“Sir, I think we should continue our research on Hydrogen Fuel cells. This technology is very powerful and would put us in an advantage!†Dr. Knightley suggested. “Well I am aware of its power. But your team’s attempt on further developing the fuel cell has been unsuccessful… I am not saying that I have no faith in your abilities, Dr. Knightley…. The people on Muta Nui cannot wait. And if we continue to steal power from Cenoville, we will all have to run again and this time…… there is no where else for us to hide.†Ragnas reminded his colleague. “I understand…. Sir. I will seek other sources of clean and renewable energy.â€
As the mutants walked out of the conference room, their obviously different faces expressed both vengeance and puzzlement.
Ragnas walked into his office, and circled around his desk. He put up a vacant sign on his door, a bizarre action even for a mutant. Without further ado, he looked at a photo. It was a man with pronounced cheekbones and a beard. He had a superior yet sociable air around him. Ragnas suddenly did the most surprising thing; he stared at the eyes of that man, which suddenly flashed out an eerie green light. It flashed for a few seconds and without further ado; his shelf of books which was obviously stuck fast to the wall, opened up like a door. There was a secret passage to a huge room right inside Ragnas’s office!
As Ragnas entered the secret room, he saw a young man who was rocking to the music. “Ahem!†Ragnas made his presence known. But oblivious to Ragnas’s presence, the young man continued his irksome rocking of his chair and the crisp afternoon newspaper. Suddenly, the young man’s rocking was interrupted rudely when his MP3 player flew out of his arm’s reach and into Ragnas’ hand. Curious to what kind of music was in the player, Ragnas put on the earphones, and abruptly retreated a few steps due to the loud heavy metal music. “Kenn!
How many times that I have to tell you not to turn up your mp3 player at such a loud volume. †Ragnas sent the player back to his teenage brother, Kenn otherwise known as Tundra.
“So what’s up with the urgent meeting?†said the white haired teenager. The latter replied “Well, Kenn… Cenoville has nearly discovered the possible existence of our little Garden of Eden.†“ So that implies?†Tundra asked and paused. “Wait! They discovered us?!â€
“Not yet but it’s only a matter of time before that happens. Those humans are trying all means to take away what is rightfully ours! Even our right to exist! From tomorrow onwards, Muta Nui will crease taking all power supplies from Cenoville.†Ragnas reminded.
“Our right to exist? Hmmm… A very vivid and true description of our situation.†Tundra was pondered over the term. “Those puny arrogant snobs are doing everything possible to push us to extinction! †remarked a burly teenager, Steve otherwise known as Ironfist.
“Yeah! I can’t agree more, Steve. I am tired of those humans who call me a white head when I wash my face very often!†Tundra lamented. “Err…. I think they were mentioning your hair, Kenn.†Said Steve. “I know that, Bro! And besides it’s natural hair color. Really James, we cannot hide like this forever. Someday we have to stand up for our rights and fight them if possible. We cannot let more innocent mutants like us die. James?†Steve reminded
The word ‘die’ stirred something within Ragnas, he saw a recollection of past events. In his recollection, there was a woman and a man running through a sewer with moonlight highlighting them. Suddenly, a few gunshots echoed through the sewer. The woman fell into the arms of the man.
While his brothers continued to bombard their elder brother with rantings, Ragnas sent a plastic flask flying into the wall, spilling its contents on the wall. The two brothers creased their complaints and stared at their elder brother. Ragnas took a deep breath. “Perhaps it’s time to take our diplomatic measures one step further!†Ragnas remarked as he gazed at a picture of Cenoville Museum on his giant one-meter wide computer screen. His eyes reflected something more than just the reflection of the screen...
As nefarious schemes were put to action, Cenoville Museum continued its life long mission; to educate the new generation of what had happened before their time on Earth. As the museum guide led the eager younger students in straight lines and picking up anyone that had strayed from the group. Meanwhile the elder students who knew their ‘P’s and ‘Q’s looked around admiring the works natural and man-made while they took down notes for their art history lessons.
Fin was still sore about the loss of his old sketchbook; he had lost something so priceless that even the price of all the works displayed at the museum could not compare with whatever Fin has lost.
The broad daylight beat upon the black bitumen roads of Cenoville. One would expect that people of all flocks of life would be frolicking under the sun. However it was not the case. Fear and desperation gripped the streets as mutants ran for their lives.
“Run! Fin! Run!†a father called out to his son. “Father!†The boy called out as he removed the hood that covered his face. “ Just Go!†the boy’s father shouted with his life, telling the boy to run. Still hesitant, the boy ran with his eyes still looking at his father who had been shot with a tranquilizer dart. The man’s face of urgency faded into face of tiredness. “Dad!†Fin paused in his tracks. “Fin! Help Me!†a little girl of the same age as the boy was caught by Mutant Registry agents. The young mutant’s eyes glowed with a blue light as he raised his hand. Suddenly, the agent lost his grip on the girl and was flung away like a rag doll. “Tassy! Run! Arghhh!!!†the boy who was once filled with strength soon felt weak in knees. He kneeled down and struggled vigorously against an invisible leech which was zapping his energy away. The light faded into blurriness and blurriness became darkness and finally into despair as three dark shadows looked over at the fainted mutant.
Ep1: Cenozoic Awakening PT1
It has been 5 years since the Great Arrest in Cenoville but a cloud of darkness loomed over the town as human and mutants continued their conflict.
The shaving of pencil on paper was barely audible to all but Fin, now a teenager. While the other youngsters chatted about all things teenage, Fin continued his everyday ritual of sketching. His eyebrow lowered a little when he saw a small mistake in anatomy. "Shucks a foreshortening problem. Sigh!" Fin muttered, he looked out of the bus window, looking for a solution amidst the scenery that brushed by the window. Suddenly a fat hand grabbed Fin's sketchbook.
"Hey! Give my sketchbook back!" Fin shouted. "Oh you are so dirty, Finny! Drawing naked women again? Wooo...!!! Hey guys look! Fin is drawing naked women again." mocked Austin, a fellow schoolmate notorious for bullying mutants like Fin. He showed Fin's sketchbook to his buddies on the bus. They all laughed. Fin attempted to snatch his sketchbook from Austin. The "coward" still wanted to poke fun at Fin. However, a swerve by the schoolbus sent Fin's sketchbook out of the window. Distraught, Fin pushed Austin out of the way to get back his sketchbook but only to be greeted by hopelessness.
Fin hung his head in disappointment as his beloved sketchbook went with the wind. His hand was pumped with psychic energy ready to explode. Then suddenly a reassuring hand grabbed Fin's burning fist, causing the hateful energies to dissipate. "Don't worry! Fin! You can always get another one! Ah ha ha hah!!!!" Austin rubbed salt into Fin's wound.
Austin continued laughing until a orange rubbery ball flew into his face. "You're such a big coward, Austin! Pick on someone your own size!" remarked a tall lad, Hart. Austin made up his excuse "Oh really, I am already courageous enough! This fin-head is an mutie which makes…."
“which makes you guilty of the act of bullying AND damage to personal properties.†A shadow of a man cast itself on the bully. It was Mr. Mortimer, the science teacher. “I am reporting you to Principal Grange after this museum trip.†The bright sun highlighted his mirror shine hairless head, which reflected a murderous light on Austin’s face now nothing more than the face of a pitiful dog.
Before long, the bus arrived at Cenoville Museum, a place where works of humans and Nature alike are gathered in one place. Fin walked down the bus in a dejected manner as though the loss of his sketchbook was like the loss of a loved one.
"Don't worry, Fin. We will get another one." Hart comforted the dejected artist wanna-be. " Do you have any idea what’s in that book? There is something in there that's irreplaceable! Thanks so much for your help!" Fin barked sarcastically at Hart as he walked off into the museum with the rest of the class. " Fin.... Gosh….!" Hart called out helplessly to his anti-social friend.
The beams of sunlight were scattered by the canopy of leaves above as the sounds of birds rang through the swamp of an offshore island. In the distant, a young kid munched a packet of snacks. Oblivious to the scraps of cheese flakes on his lips and his little chubby fingers, the kid walked on. By selfishness uncorrected by childhood innocence, the juvenile threw his packet of chips emptied of its contents on the floor. Suddenly the frail bag flew back to the boy. No matter how the boy tried to escape from the bag, it followed the latter as though it had a life of its own.
“Young man, you shouldn’t litter the place. It dirties the city you know……†said a voice. The lad turned to gaze at the owner of the voice. The boy’s eyes resembled that of a feline; an oddity indeed. The boy apologized, “Sorry! Mr Rok! I won’t litter again.†The man who corrected the young mutant’s mistake was none other than Mr. James Rok, known as Ragnas by the Mutant Registry. Ragnas was considered a saviour of mutants since he was the one along with many other mutants who built Muta Nui, the last resting place of all mutants.
As the boy trotted with a childish pace, Ragnas looked at the child with his arms crossed at the back. The wind kissed his loose singlet as Ragnas admired the childhood innocence emanating from the child. Ragnas breathed in from his nostrils slits since he did not have a nose. Fidgeting his right foot, he thought: “Sigh! How much longer can mutants live in seclusion? Are we destined to live by the shadows forever and be prosecuted as monsters?†the mutant’s brows converged to a W shape between his closed eyes, his fist clenched tightly. Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by his ringing mobile phone strapped on his shoulder.
“Mr. Rok. The Muta Nui council requests an urgent meeting regarding a problem with our power supply.†said the other party. “Our Power supply? I will be there.†Ragnas replied as he teleported away from the park in a puff of smoke.
As the Muta Nui Council, the board of people in charge of maintaining the city, got their discussions points ready, they discussed among themselves on the situation. Ragnas came into the meeting room, clothed in well-ironed attire with a tie to round up a face of seriousness and devotion. Apparently, there was a crisis in Muta Nui. All this while since the beginning, Muta Nui had been secretly stealing power from Cenoville via underground cables. And currently, Cenoville had already been alerted to full suspicion of the existence of Muta Nui. But so far due to well planted spies in Cenoville, Muta Nui had never been discovered. However, as long as Muta Nui continued to steal power from Cenoville, it would only be a matter of time before Muta Nui was discovered.
“I understand…… We’ll have to cut off our connection with Cenoville……permanently. So until we have found a more reliable power source. We have to use our backup power which should last about 3 months. The clock is ticking for all of us. We have only 6 weeks to find another solution. I will help as much as I can too. And if I am not in my office, refer your suggestions with the Deputy Mayor, Dr. Knightley.†Ragnas replied to the Council and they all nodded in agreement to their leader’s decision.
As the lower council members continued their discussion among themselves as they walked out of the office. As Dr. Knightley was about to leave, Ragnas stalled his movements as the higher members had something to discuss.
“Sir, I think we should continue our research on Hydrogen Fuel cells. This technology is very powerful and would put us in an advantage!†Dr. Knightley suggested. “Well I am aware of its power. But your team’s attempt on further developing the fuel cell has been unsuccessful… I am not saying that I have no faith in your abilities, Dr. Knightley…. The people on Muta Nui cannot wait. And if we continue to steal power from Cenoville, we will all have to run again and this time…… there is no where else for us to hide.†Ragnas reminded his colleague. “I understand…. Sir. I will seek other sources of clean and renewable energy.â€
As the mutants walked out of the conference room, their obviously different faces expressed both vengeance and puzzlement.
Ragnas walked into his office, and circled around his desk. He put up a vacant sign on his door, a bizarre action even for a mutant. Without further ado, he looked at a photo. It was a man with pronounced cheekbones and a beard. He had a superior yet sociable air around him. Ragnas suddenly did the most surprising thing; he stared at the eyes of that man, which suddenly flashed out an eerie green light. It flashed for a few seconds and without further ado; his shelf of books which was obviously stuck fast to the wall, opened up like a door. There was a secret passage to a huge room right inside Ragnas’s office!
As Ragnas entered the secret room, he saw a young man who was rocking to the music. “Ahem!†Ragnas made his presence known. But oblivious to Ragnas’s presence, the young man continued his irksome rocking of his chair and the crisp afternoon newspaper. Suddenly, the young man’s rocking was interrupted rudely when his MP3 player flew out of his arm’s reach and into Ragnas’ hand. Curious to what kind of music was in the player, Ragnas put on the earphones, and abruptly retreated a few steps due to the loud heavy metal music. “Kenn!
How many times that I have to tell you not to turn up your mp3 player at such a loud volume. †Ragnas sent the player back to his teenage brother, Kenn otherwise known as Tundra.
“So what’s up with the urgent meeting?†said the white haired teenager. The latter replied “Well, Kenn… Cenoville has nearly discovered the possible existence of our little Garden of Eden.†“ So that implies?†Tundra asked and paused. “Wait! They discovered us?!â€
“Not yet but it’s only a matter of time before that happens. Those humans are trying all means to take away what is rightfully ours! Even our right to exist! From tomorrow onwards, Muta Nui will crease taking all power supplies from Cenoville.†Ragnas reminded.
“Our right to exist? Hmmm… A very vivid and true description of our situation.†Tundra was pondered over the term. “Those puny arrogant snobs are doing everything possible to push us to extinction! †remarked a burly teenager, Steve otherwise known as Ironfist.
“Yeah! I can’t agree more, Steve. I am tired of those humans who call me a white head when I wash my face very often!†Tundra lamented. “Err…. I think they were mentioning your hair, Kenn.†Said Steve. “I know that, Bro! And besides it’s natural hair color. Really James, we cannot hide like this forever. Someday we have to stand up for our rights and fight them if possible. We cannot let more innocent mutants like us die. James?†Steve reminded
The word ‘die’ stirred something within Ragnas, he saw a recollection of past events. In his recollection, there was a woman and a man running through a sewer with moonlight highlighting them. Suddenly, a few gunshots echoed through the sewer. The woman fell into the arms of the man.
While his brothers continued to bombard their elder brother with rantings, Ragnas sent a plastic flask flying into the wall, spilling its contents on the wall. The two brothers creased their complaints and stared at their elder brother. Ragnas took a deep breath. “Perhaps it’s time to take our diplomatic measures one step further!†Ragnas remarked as he gazed at a picture of Cenoville Museum on his giant one-meter wide computer screen. His eyes reflected something more than just the reflection of the screen...
As nefarious schemes were put to action, Cenoville Museum continued its life long mission; to educate the new generation of what had happened before their time on Earth. As the museum guide led the eager younger students in straight lines and picking up anyone that had strayed from the group. Meanwhile the elder students who knew their ‘P’s and ‘Q’s looked around admiring the works natural and man-made while they took down notes for their art history lessons.
Fin was still sore about the loss of his old sketchbook; he had lost something so priceless that even the price of all the works displayed at the museum could not compare with whatever Fin has lost.