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.

"You have a nice place here," said Mrs. Smith. "Do you have the papers ready to sign?"

"Oh, yes," said Essex. "Right this way." Essex walks down to the next hall to the right. The Smiths follow him down the hall. "I think you'll be good parents to little Jeremy. He's fortunate to find a home with a nice couple like you."

"We've always wanted to be parents, Dr. Essex," said Mr. Smith. "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."

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

Essex opens the door and walks to his office. The Smiths follow 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.

"Stop it, Greg!" young Scott moaned. "I don't want to fight you!"

"And I said I don't care, butt-head!" Greg snapped. "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.

"Trust me," Scott said. "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.

"What?" Greg asked. "Another headache, Summers? I don't even think you even 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.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you, freak!" Greg snapped.

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

"No!" Scott yelled. "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.

"My God!" Mrs. Smith exclaimed. "What was that?"

"Scott?" Essex whispered.

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.

"Scott?" Essex called out, worried."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.

"My God!" Mr. Smith said.

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

"Oh, my..." Mrs. Smith started.

Mr. and Mrs. Smith run over to Essex. Essex is frantically looking around the back yard for Scott.

"What happened?"

"Scott?" Essex yelled. "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.

"Dave, call nine-one-one!" Mrs. Smith yelled.

"Dr. Essex, there's a boy hurt here!" Mr. Smith called out.

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

"SCOTT?" Essex called out. "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.

In the distance, he heard one last scream from Dr. Essex. "SCOOOOOOOTT!"