Muse (the intro)

Rush hour.

Crowds melt into each other on the streets as the sun creeps down slowly. Everyone’s just in an impatient hurry to get home, see their families, watch some TV, slack on the internet. Actually, with today’s technology, they just tap away on their phones eagerly trying to catch up for some news for the last 5 minutes or so.

 On the side there’s a man sitting on a bench looking quite pleased with himself. He’s young, well-dressed and he looks like he doesn’t have a care in the world. Well, things will change for him unfortunately.

I approach him like you would an acquaintance and sit on the bench next to him.

“It is quite a nice day isn’t it?” I look up at the skies. The young man seems confused like maybe I’ve mistaken him for someone else. But I make no mistakes.

“..Sorry?” he finally says after a while but I ignore it.

I lean over and look him in the eye this time. “That’s a great idea you have there. A stroke of inspiration, really.” I look behind him. “It’s a shame that we’re going to have to undo that.”

At this point, the kid is completely freaked out. He gets up to leave. I chuckle and give a small wave of my hand.

A shadow passes by.

The young man stops dead in his tracks. Almost like he forgot something. Left something. Lost something. He’s changed. From a carefree spirit to a soul wrapped in despair as he clasps his head with his hands. He remembers the strange man who had just spoken to him. Looks at the bench but I’m not there anymore.

I join the flurry of commuters and walk casually into the next bus. I slip my phone out from my pocket and dial a number.

“It’s me. Yeah, it’s done. We aren’t expecting anymore from that one. You have another job for me?”

PLOT:

I first thought of the idea for “Muse” with the question “what inspires us really?”. This would be a problem for a lot of people especially in the art industry. Inspiration and ideas are everything to us. Ideas actually shape the world. I thought, what if ideas were like our superpower? I came up with the idea that “Muses” are the embodiment of our special talents. Kinda like a guardian angel. They’re invisible and they help us create the best things.

Although, some people would be out to destroy the Muses for their own benefit. Like say, if some new kid was starting to get popular and threatened some rich guy’s business. If he knew about the Muses, he would order these high class assassins to kill the Muses with their own..uh, Muse. Yes, we have killer Muses. It’s like invisible Pokemon. Some people are born with warrior Muses that are basically built to fight. You can use em for good or bad or just be totally unaware that they’re there.

Now, the main characters I have are actually some sort of secret society out to protect people from these assassins. I think I called them SHIELD or something. We can come up with better names later on.

So yeah! Ever seen someone in a permanent slump? Their Muse had probably been killed. Ever see someone like…Leonardo da Vinci? That would be a very high leveled Muse.

I’m still working out the details in this. Let me know what you guys think! 

Oh and by the way, if i'm going to do this it's going to be like an illustrated story book. So yeah! Words with pictures. yay.