Supernova||Book 1 [Wattys 2024]

Episode 4- I Still Hate You

The actors waited for their mark

"Scene 2/8. Shot 1. Take 5."

Clapper board

"And Action!"

The Protector: The Series

Landon was sitting in the stands, watching the riders on the track, a beauty under each arm.

The atmosphere was electric. The rider in the red suit was about to overtake the person that had been leading for the last 9 laps.He just had to hold on for a bit more and he would make him 300 grand richer.

"Come on." he urged his rider forward as he stood to his feet, watching the race intently.

They were neck and neck, down to the wire.

His eyes were glued to the finish line as the checkered flag came down and...

"Shit!" Landon exclaimed. "I lost!" he raked his fingers through his hair aggressively. "Who is that racer? Where did he come from?"

Landon looked around at the other vexxed patrons. With eagle eyes he watched as the rider took his helmet off. He'd never seen him before. Tall, handsome with playful eyes.

"Who's he?" Landon asked.

"And cut!" The Director called.

The clapper board slapped.

"Good job everybody. We're moving on to the next scene."

Finally, after 5 grueling takes, that shot was done.

The stylists huddled around to primp and prep, ensuring they were camera ready.

Jorah's next scene would be with Nine, their first official shots after all the workshops.

From the corner of his eye he could see Nine. Script in hand, he was mumbling to himself while the stylists prepared him for shooting.

Time to get this show on the road.

"Scene 2/9. Shot 1. Take 1."

Clapper board

"And Action!"

The Protector: The Series

"Hey you. Who the hell are you?" Landon strode angrily over to the newcomer.

The man in the red riding suit raised a curious brow. "Are you talking to me?"

"Are you a dumbass? Who else would I be talking to?" Landon shot back seething from the loss this person had caused him to incur.

"What's it to you?" he asked, a teasing smile on his lips. "What? Do you want to get to know the new champion?"

Landon's eyes widened. "The new champ–Wha---who are you?"

Without warning, under the eyes of all those people, the nameless man grabbed him by the waist. "Come with me and I'll tell you who I am."

Landon gasped as he was pulled in by the waist, crashing against the man's hard body. When their eyes met, his breath hitched.

"Wha? Let me go." he protested as he attempted to free himself. The stranger's hand had just slipped from his waist when gunshots rang out. Instinctively Landon ducked. "Wha-" panic gripped him "What's going on?"

"Don't ask questions..just come with me." the man in the red suit yanked him forward.

"And cut!" The Director signalled the end of the scene.

Jorah stepped back from Nine. The take was over but he still remembered the way Nine had pulled him in by the waist. A scripted moment with a strange effect.