In Omaha, Nebraska, an old orphanage stands in the middle of an old field, with a lone dirt road leading up to and from the small building. Three cars are parked in the parking lot. A car drives down the street past the exit road to the orphanage. A small forest is behind the orphanage, made up of dozens of tall trees.

Within the orphanage, DR. NATHANIEL ESSEX - 48 years old with black hair, dark eyes and a goatee - walks down the hall, wearing a coat over his clothes. Walking beside him is a couple in their mid-30s, MR. AND MRS. SMITH.

MRS. SMITH: "You have a nice place here. Do you have the papers ready to sign?"

ESSEX: "Oh, yes. Right this way."

Essex walks down to the next hall to the right. The Smiths follow him down the hall.

ESSEX: "I think you'll be good parents to little Jeremy. He's fortunate to find a home with a nice couple like you."

MR. SMITH: "We've always wanted to be parents, Dr. Essex. Ever since Mary here found out she couldn't have kids...well, this orphanage seemed like the best place to come to fix that problem."

ESSEX: "We have a lot of good kids here, Mr. Smith. They should be so lucky to find good folks like you."

Essex opens the door and walks to his office, with the Smiths following him into the room.

In his room, YOUNG SCOTT SUMMERS - 15 years old with brown hair - is thrown against a wall, his eyes already shut tight. Scott hits the wall back first and then he hits the floor. GREG - 15 years old with blond hair - stands before Scott and sneers.

YOUNG SCOTT: (moans) "Stop it, Greg! I don't want to fight you!"

GREG: "And I said I don't care, butt-head! I don't get why Essex spoils you so much! He's always pampering you and doting over you! You think you're so superior than me, you can't even look me in the eye!"

Young Scott stands up and he leans back against the wall, feeling around blindly.

YOUNG SCOTT: "Trust me... You don't want me to do that."

Young Scott winces and he holds his head in pain. Greg scoffs as he walks towards Scott.

GREG: "What? Another headache, Summers? I don't even think you have them! I just think it's an excuse to get Essex to spoil you again!"

Young Scott tries to move, but Greg grabs Scott by the collar and he pulls him forward.

GREG: (snaps) "Look at me when I'm talking to you, freak!"

Greg grabs young Scott's shut eyelids with two fingers and he proceeds to lift them up.

YOUNG SCOTT: (yells) "NO! DON'T!"

Despite his warning, Greg pulls open Scott's eyes with his fingers and reveals Scott's red eyes with glowing white pupils. The second Scott's eyes fly wide open, everything goes RED, and two beams of energy strike Greg's chest.

Back in the hall, Dr. Essex hands Mr. Smith some papers, when they hear GREG'S SCREAM from down the hall, followed immediately by the sound of an EXPLOSION. Essex, Mr. and Mrs. Smith turn around in shock and Essex looks on in fearful realization.

MRS. SMITH: "My God! What was that?"

ESSEX: (whispers) "Scott?"

In Scott's room, Greg lies unconscious on the ground outside, with blood trickling down his chin and his shirt is halfway up his chest after the hit. A large hole is blown into the back wall of Scott's bedroom. Essex opens the door from in the hall and he runs into the vacant bedroom. Scott is nowhere to be found.

ESSEX: "Scott? Scott?! ?"

Essex turns and looks at the hole in the wall. Essex runs over to Greg's side and notices the large bruise on his chest and stomach. Mr. and Mrs. Smith run into the room and they look around.

MR. SMITH: "My God!"

Mrs. Smith notices Essex walking outside through the hole in the wall and then she looks at the wounded boy on the ground.

MRS. SMITH: "Oh, my..."

Mr. and Mrs. Smith run over to Essex. Essex is frantically looking around the back yard. Only tall trees are visible in the distance and there's not a person in sight.

MR. SMITH: "What happened?"

ESSEX: (yells) "Scott? Where are you, my boy?!"

Essex lowers Greg on the ground, stands and walks off. Essex looks around, while Mr. and Mrs. Smith crouch by Greg's side.

MRS. SMITH: "Dave, call nine-one-one!"

MR. SMITH: "Dr. Essex, there's a boy hurt here!"

Essex doesn't seem to hear, or care. While Mr. Smith grabs his cell phone, Essex is looking around the area in panic for any sign of Scott.

ESSEX: (yells) "SCOTT? SCOTT!"

In the small forest, far from the orphanage, Scott walks ahead and he feels around blindly. Scott's hands grab onto a tree. Scott keeps his eyes shut tight as he walks ahead, further into the forest. Young Scott's face gets redder as he breaks down hysterically into tears.

ESSEX: (screams) "SCOOOOOOOTT!"