The waves crash against the shoreline as the wind picks up. The camera moves slowly toward a parked car, its windows fogged up. Faint movement can be seen inside. The mood is tense.
The camera catches glimpses of two figures: a GUY (mid-20s, jock-type) and a GIRL (early 20s, punk rock vibes) in the front seats. The guy leans back, eyes closed, a smirk of satisfaction on his face.
Suddenly, her SCREAM pierces the air. The car door swings open as the girl stumbles out, clutching her face, eyes wide with terror.
The GIRL runs toward the shoreline, screaming as her hands flail at her face. Smoke rises from her skin. She falls to her knees in agony, clawing at her blistering, melting flesh.
The GUY, confused, sits up. He wipes his brow, oblivious to the chaos outside. He looks down at his lap and notices something… unusual.
GUY
(confused, panicking)
What the...?!
He looks down, sees his jeans dissolving, and then in a moment of bizarre clarity:
(half-laughing, half-shocked)
Well, I guess that’s one way to get out of a bad date...
The GIRL, now writhing on the sand, screams as her skin boils and her jaw begins to fall from her skull. Her once-beautiful face is now a melting mass of flesh. She falls silent, her body collapsing to the ground in a heap.
The camera pulls back to reveal the GUY, standing outside the car, staring in horror at what he’s done. His hands tremble. The wind blows his hair as he steps closer to her, but it’s clear there’s nothing left to do.
He stares at his hands, his crotch still sizzling. He looks up at the sky, his face etched with confusion and fear.
“ACID MAN”
(Written in neon, dripping letters)
The GUY, now identified as RICKY, is pacing in his dingy apartment. It’s the typical 90s slacker pad—movie posters on the wall, dirty dishes piled up, and a couch that’s seen better days.
He’s on the phone, sweating, agitated.
RICKY
(into phone)
I don’t know what happened, man! One minute, I'm getting lucky, and the next I'm melting chicks faces off! Her face is gone, dude. GONE! What the hell is going on with me?
VOICE ON PHONE
(calm, robotic)
It’s starting.
RICKY
What? What’s starting? Who is this?
VOICE ON PHONE
You need to get out. They’ll be coming for you.
RICKY
Who?
The phone line crackles, then goes dead. Ricky stands in shock, holding the receiver. The camera zooms in on his trembling hand as he hangs up the phone.
RICKY
What the hell is happening to me?
Ricky bursts out of his apartment building and sprints down a dimly lit alley. His breath is ragged as he tries to shake the growing fear inside him. His hands keep twitching, and his skin looks… different.
The camera cuts to shadowy figures watching him from afar, silhouetted by a flickering streetlight. One of them speaks in a low, ominous tone.
FIGURE 1
He’s the one. We need to get him before he loses control.
FIGURE 2
But does he know?
FIGURE 1
Not yet. But he will.
They step out of the shadows, revealing military uniforms and strange devices strapped to their belts.
A secret lab, filled with beeping machines and flickering screens. A whiteboard shows diagrams of human anatomy, with particular focus on the male reproductive system. There’s a glass container with some kind of glowing substance inside.
A SCIENTIST in a lab coat stands in front of a group of men in suits. They all look tense.
SCIENTIST
(serious)
This… was never supposed to happen. We thought the experiment was a failure.
SUITED MAN
Well, it wasn’t. And now we’ve got a walking time bomb on our hands.
SCIENTIST
If that man’s cock doesn’t get neutralised, he could kill hundreds of people at a swingers’ party! No one’s safe. Would you want him near your wife and daughter?!
SUITED MAN
No! That’s why you’re going to fix this. Now.
Ricky is running, still disoriented and desperate. His skin is starting to glow faintly in the moonlight, and he can feel his insides burning.
Suddenly, a van screeches around the corner and slams to a stop in front of him. A door flies open, and several men in black rush out, grabbing him.
RICKY
(struggling)
Get off me!
They throw him into the van as a large syringe is jabbed into his neck. His eyes roll back, and everything goes black.
The screen stays black for a beat before text appears:
THEY CREATED HIM. NOW THEY’LL HAVE TO DESTROY HIM…
Ricky’s head lolls as he starts to wake up. His vision is blurry, his ears filled with the rumble of the van’s engine. He tries to move but realizes he’s strapped down to a metal gurney, with restraints around his wrists and ankles.
He blinks hard, trying to focus, and sees a pair of men in hazmat suits sitting across from him. Their faces are obscured by masks, and one of them is holding a syringe filled with a glowing blue liquid.
RICKY
(struggling)
Where am I? What the hell is going on?
The man with the syringe steps forward, pressing the needle into Ricky’s arm. He tries to fight it, but the drug starts to take effect. His body goes limp as his eyes roll back.
MONTAGE – Flashing images of Ricky’s past: A dark, shady lab. Ricky as a child, sitting in a hospital bed. Scientists in lab coats standing over him, injecting him with a mysterious serum.
A blurred figure, possibly a PARENT, argues with the SCIENTIST. Ricky’s eyes close. The sound of acid hissing echoes through the scene.
Ricky wakes up again, this time in a cold, sterile lab. He’s strapped to a medical table, surrounded by machines and bright, overhead lights. His arms and legs are bound with metal cuffs.
Standing nearby is DR. HAWKINS (50s, the lead scientist with a troubled conscience). Hawkins looks at Ricky with a mix of pity and fear.
DR. HAWKINS
You have no idea what’s inside you, do you? You’re not just some ordinary guy, Ricky. You’re a product of something much bigger.
RICKY
(furious, struggling)
What are you talking about? I didn’t sign up for this freak show!
DR. HAWKINS
You didn’t have a choice. You were part of an experiment. One that went wrong—terribly wrong. And now, if we don’t fix this, you’ll destroy everything you touch.
Dr. Hawkins pulls up a holographic screen, showing images of Ricky’s DNA, heavily mutated. A diagram highlights his reproductive system, overlaid with flashing red indicators.
DR. HAWKINS
We tried to shut it down, but your body… adapted. The acid, the toxicity—it’s spreading through your entire system. And soon, you won’t be able to control it.
RICKY
(snarling)
Control what? My… my dick? You’ve got to be kidding me!
Dr. Hawkins gives him a hard look.
DR. HAWKINS
This is bigger than your dick, Ricky. We’ve been tracking you for years. Your condition—your body—could be the key to creating the ultimate weapon. But right now, it’s a ticking time bomb. You’re not safe. No one is.
RICKY
(struggling)
I don’t want to be anyone’s weapon! You think I asked for this?!
Suddenly, an alarm blares. Red lights flash through the lab as Hawkins checks the monitors.
VOICE ON INTERCOM
(subjectively eerie)
Warning. Containment breach in Sector 7. All personnel evacuate immediately.
DR. HAWKINS
(frightened)
Oh no… it’s happening faster than we thought.
The restraints around Ricky’s wrists start to melt, the acid in his body activating again. He grits his teeth as the metal liquefies, freeing his hands. The veins on his arms glow faintly green.
RICKY
(panicking)
What the hell is happening to me?!
Hawkins backs away, alarmed.
DR. HAWKINS
You’re changing. Your body’s reacting to the environment. If we don’t neutralise you now… you’ll destroy us all.
Suddenly, a group of heavily armed soldiers burst into the lab, led by the SUITED MAN from earlier. They raise their guns, pointing them at Ricky.
SUITED MAN
(angrily)
We’ve lost control. Terminate him—NOW!
Ricky’s eyes glow bright green as he breaks free of the table, his body trembling with energy. Acid drips from his cock, sizzling the floor beneath him.
RICKY
(angry, defiant)
You’re not stopping me!
He grabs his cock and aims toward the soldiers. A spray of acid flies from the eye of his penis and the soldiers scream as the acid burns through their armour, melting flesh and bone. Ricky, horrified by what he’s done, stumbles back.
RICKY
Seriously? I’m a super soaker now?!
DR. HAWKINS
(in awe)
My God… he’s unstoppable.
The lab begins to collapse as acid corrodes the walls and ceiling. Ricky looks around in desperation, realising the full extent of his destructive power.
Ricky bursts out of the collapsing building, running into the forest beyond. Behind him, the lab is a fiery wreck, dissolving into smoke and acid.
As he runs, his body glows brighter. He has no idea where he’s going—only that he’s becoming something monstrous.
VOICEOVER (RICKY)
(internal)
I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t want any of this. But now… now I have no choice.
The camera pans out to show the distant city skyline, filled with towering skyscrapers. Ricky’s silhouette disappears into the forest, leaving behind a trail of devastation.
A helicopter appears in the sky, trailing him from a distance.
VOICE ON RADIO
(subjectively eerie)
Target is on the move. This is only the beginning.