Joachim_Tesha

An emotionally intense, brutal, and mysterious series set in a near-future world where chaos is reborn through power. A mysterious mineral named Datium infects people worldwide, turning many into Mindless, violent beings with random, unstable powers. However, others awaken with awareness and purpose. They are called the Awakened (Hunters)—and among them, a rare elite emerge: The Kings.
Amid the global storm, a quiet, underestimated soul named Blake—emerges from Africa with a power that defies every known level. More than a King, his rise shakes the balance of nations, forcing the world to question who truly holds the crown when destiny makes its final call. This series blends raw emotion, supernatural combat, betrayal and mystery. As the world spirals deeper into conflict, the Kings must either unite or fall… and only one can become the Supreme King.

KINGS - The Beginning

Back Street | Late Afternoon

The sun is high. The streets are alive with noise—vendors calling, radios playing, soldiers patrolling. Blake walks silently, hood up, a plastic bag in hand from the market. He keeps his head down as he weaves through the crowd. He turns a corner into a narrow alley, a shortcut home.

Across the alley, laughter echoes. Familiar.

Three men lean near a wall, smoking. Older now, taller—but their voices haven't changed.

[CAMERA FLASHBACK – QUICK CUT]

"Freak... no wonder his father left…"

Their faces—young then. Now, same eyes.

[Back to present]

Blake's breath catches. He turns, hoping to pass quietly. Too late.

Bully #1 (grinning): "No way. Is that who I think it is?"

Bully #2: "Look at him… still walking like he's afraid of air."

Blake freezes. His grip on the plastic bag tightens.

Bully #3 (chuckling): "You remember us, right? We gave you those free lessons in school."

He flicks the bag from Blake's hand. It hits the ground. Tomatoes roll into the dirt.

Blake doesn't move. Doesn't speak.

Bully #1 (mocking): "You deaf now? Or just still useless?"

A hard punch—right across Blake's face.

Blake's head jerks slightly to the side.

But he doesn't fall. Doesn't flinch. Doesn't raise a hand.

He stands there, completely still.

A thin line of blood trails from his nose. He blinks once.

His eyes stay empty. No tears. No fear. No pain.

Blake slowly reaches down, picks up the tomatoes one by one. Dirt sticks to his hands. His fingers shake slightly—not from fear, but something else.

Bully #1 (confused): "Wh… What?"

Blake looks up at them. Calm. Dead calm. He stands, quietly walks away.

The bullies stand frozen. Watching.

Back home, Blake stood in the small washroom.

Dim lights flicker in the small, cracked mirror above the sink. The room is silent except for the soft hiss of running water.

Blake stands shirtless, hunched over the sink. His nose is bloodied. Dried streaks across his chin. His face is blank. Still.

He gently dabs his nose with a wet cloth. The water turns red.

He lifts his head. Stares into the depth of his own eyes.

Blake (voice-over, quiet thought): "I didn't feel it. The punch… Nothing."

He leans in closer to the mirror. His breath fogs the glass slightly.

Blake (voice-over): "I wasn't scared either. Not really. Why?"

His eyes scan his own reflection, tracing his collarbone, his chest, and his arms. The muscles are more defined than he remembers.

Blake (voice-over): "My body... It's different."

He exhales, nervous. A half-smile creeps onto his face, like he's trying to laugh it off.

Blake (muttering aloud): "Guess those side gigs are finally paying off..."

He lets out a soft chuckle. But it fades quickly. His smile doesn't reach his eyes.

Suddenly—the bathroom light flickers.

The mirror hums faintly. The faucet vibrates, just for a second. Blake flinches.

His reflection stares back… longer than it should.

He wipes the last of the blood from his nose. Turns off the tap. But his eyes linger on his reflection...

The change within