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The Chosen 1s – Season 1, Episode 1: “The Frequency”

Written by Antoinette Lavonne Johnson – #QueenflixRealitydundiditagainRCCOIN

The Chosen 1s

OPENING NARRATION (Voiceover over black screen):

“Before there were kingdoms, before there were thrones, before there were names… there was the Sound. Out of the stars, the codes were written in fire, in blood, in song. And man… man was not born. Man was released.”

COLD OPEN – THE BEGINNING OF MAN

EXT. DEEP SPACE – TIMELESS

Silence.
Then—BOOM. A shockwave of light folds the darkness back like curtains. Stars explode in slow motion, scattering across galaxies like seeds flung from a divine hand.

A thin HUM cuts through the silence. A frequency. It grows louder, shaking planets, splitting comets, bending nebulae into spirals.

Suddenly, bodies of light emerge—humanoid figures, half-energy, half-flesh, poofing out of stardust. They carry veins glowing like circuitry, hearts pulsing with cosmic fire. Their eyes reflect entire galaxies.

They land on a newborn Earth, still steaming with volcanic rage, oceans boiling under a red sky.

These are the First Ones. The true gods among men.

But something follows. A ripple in the void. Shadow-things lurking behind the starlight, crawling through cracks in the frequency, searching for hosts. The first demons.

INT. ABANDONED SUBWAY – PRESENT DAY

Back to modern times.

A crowded train screeches to a halt under flickering lights. It’s midnight. Phones glitch. Screens go black.

A strange HUM echoes through the tunnels. The same frequency.

People freeze, eyes rolling back. Their mouths open, speaking in unison:

PASSENGERS (possessed):
“Remember the beginning. Remember the blood.”

One man convulses, bones cracking, as if something inside is trying to get out. A shadow oozes across the walls like living ink.

CUT TO: ANTOINETTE “NOVA” JOHNSON

She sits in the last car, headphones in—but no music is playing. She hears the HUM directly in her skull.

Her nose bleeds. Hands shake. In her vision—flashes of the First Ones, the starlight, the shadows consuming entire villages centuries ago.

She stands. Whispers to herself:

NOVA
(to God)
You brought me here for this… didn’t you?

The lights explode. Darkness swallows the train.

SET PIECE: SUBWAY POSSESSION

A PASSENGER’S body twists unnaturally, eyes glowing white. It points at Nova.

POSSESSED PASSENGER
“The Key. Found.”

The thing charges her—impossibly fast.

Nova inhales, chest vibrating as though her ribs are a tuning fork. She releases a HUM of her own—low, resonant, shaking the entire train.

The possessed freeze mid-lunge, the shadow burning out of their bodies like black smoke sucked backward through a door.

Silence. Then the entire train exhales—every passenger collapsing, alive but unconscious.

ENDING BEAT – EPISODE 1

Nova stares at her hands, still humming with alien energy.

She looks up at a cracked train window. For a moment…

her reflection isn’t human.

A faint voice echoes through the intercom—glitched, layered, inhuman:

VESPER (V.O.)
“The bloodline is awake.”

Cut to black.