Rage Racer #1: Seething Start (Pages 8-11)

Rowan spits out the offending swill towards the clipboard guy’s face. As clipboard guy wasn’t really paying attention to Rowan, the sudden shower surprises him.

SFX: *PFFFFFT*


Rowan is now livid, his face a white cherry red, Swearing to the ether. The Clipboard guy seems hesitant to interact with Rowan, scared to catch the ire.

ROWAN: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT! WHAT’S IN THAT CRAP!?


Rowan continues his rambling. The clipboard guy finally pipes up. not a good move.

ROWAN: WHO THE HELL THOUGHT SALTY WAS A GOOD FLAVOR FOR A DRINK!?

CLIPBOARD GUY: S-so you don’t like it?


With a person to focus his hatred on, Rowan almost drags the clipboard guy across the table by his collar.

ROWAN: AND YOU GUYS COULDN’T BOTHER TO FRIDGE THE DAMN DRINK?! WHAT, DID YOU DRAG IT OUT YOUR CAR AFTER AN HOUR IN THE SUN?!

CLIPBOARD GUY: Sir, please be civil! If you just finish the survey, we can pay you.


Bringing the clipboard guy ever closer, Rowan is visibly losing steam. Something’s up.

ROWAN: OH YOU BETTER...Pay up! Pay for damages...my mouth went through. this day can’t go...any...worse...than


Rowan loses consciousness on the table. The clipboard guy shows concern.

ROWAN: this.

CLIPBOARD GUY: Sir!?



A black panel, You can only see the speech bubbles.

DOCTOR: And we don’t have an ID on him?

NURSE: Nope. Wallet’s gone, phones a brick.

DOCTOR: Christ.


The world opens up, as Rowan begins to wake up.

NURSE: He’s getting up.

DOCTOR: Oh! Sir, how are you feeling?


Rowan is up, wondering where he is.

ROWAN: Ugh, where am I?

DOCTOR: You’re in the hospital. There’s something wrong with your heart.


Rowan sits up, shocked at the news the doctor is to give.

ROWAN: What the hell is up with my heart?!

DOCTOR: Well, we’re not quite sure.


The focus is now on the doctor, showing a picture of Rowan’s surgery, Where his heart should be has a hard, leathery black blob that has sufficed as his heart, until now.

DOCTOR: Your heart seems to be tougher than, well, anyone’s. The problem seems to be it your body can’t work hard enough to keep it going, and it’s been losing steam. We cant replace it, we can’t open it.


Cuts back to Rowan who is finally asked a question.

DOCTOR: Tell me, when have these symptoms started?

ROWAN: Just today.

DOCTOR: Then I have to be honest. At the rate this is progressing, you’re estimated to not live past 12 days.


Rowan has a deadened look as he stares blankly.

ROWAN: Are you...


Same view, but Rowan’s face tenses up.

ROWAN: Are you...



Rowan starts shouting to no one in particular.

ROWAN: FUCKING KIDDING ME?!


The Doctor tries to calm down Rowan, but his anger is on a higher plane, he cannot perceive mere mortals anymore.

DOCTOR: Sir, I understand, but please-

ROWAN: THIS IS THE WORST FUCKING DAY A  HUMAN CAN HAVE!


The doctor thinks he can still get through to Rowan, but is knocked away from the mad lad.

DOCTOR: I need you to calm down- *ugh*

ROWAN: I LOST A PROMOTION, I LOST A JACKPOT, AND NOW I’M GONNA FUCKING DIE!


Zoom on Rowan’s body, as we watch him transform to Rage. Starting from his torso, bulking up.

ROWAN: FUCK THIS!


Focus on his head, his hair igniting.

ROWAN: FUCK EVERYTHING!


Finally showing his face, noticeably sunken and red.

ROWAN: FUCK! FUCK!



Full page Splash. Rowan gains the power of rage, and bursts through his hospital bed, into the open.

ROWAN: FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!