I.E. MOTHERSHIP/SPACE - DIM - SECONDS LATER

An all white, curved room full of gold and white. Suits of thin armor are caged in long, vertical, glass cabinets which line the room. FOOTSTEPS. A seamless door in the wall, HISSES UPWARDS. Twenty Silvian aliens MARCH into the room, each ten foot tall and wearing a sort of Long John like, smoky undergarments. Each being UNLOADS a suit from the cabinets. SCANNING their odd numbered hands, in order to EJECT the gear. The suits float out of the body length cabinets.

Through a circular window, that wraps the whole room, space is seen. Swaying slowly, moving stars. Earth rotates not to far away. CLAMPING NOISES EMIT from the suits as each one ATTACHES MAGNETICALLY to the aliens. The circular window SLIDE OPEN from the ends, shrinking in size at the middle, where the glass meets. Almost invisible. The soldiers EXIT out onto the gravity of space, the soles of their suits SILENTLY PACING the air. The aliens walk space as if on land. Passing over and across the surroundings.

Planets around EMIT HIGH FREQUENCY SOUNDS. EARTH'S WHISTLING SOUND is the loudest. The creatures tread to a UFO station around the bend of the circular mothership. Curving their steps. Around the corner, crafts await the fleet. These objects are bigger than the drones but similar in looks. Shiny and with the construction of a marble. The group mount each ufo, slipping through the opened glass of the crafts. The glossy, black crafts ELEVATE and BLAST OFF. Down into the atmosphere of Earth, the ufos go. ZIPPING. PHASING fast through clouds. PUFFING. Sunlight glares off of the crafts exterior. The ufos SPEED towards an ocean, where they SPLAT through the water. CREATING IMPLODING SPLASHES.

UFOS P.O.V: Underneath water, BUBBLING. Sea life SWISHING. Sunlight rays down, sparkling the topside. The crafts TRAVEL into the depths. RAPIDLY . RIPPING the water. DRIVING through many zones. The sunlight zone, the brightest layer, the twilight zone, the beginning of the dimming layer, the midnight zone, the darker layer, and the abyss, a layer with no light at all. The trenches. Darkness falls, hiding all signs of light. BOOM. BUBBLES. DEBRIS. The crafts HIT the crust of Earth like paddle balls, BREAKING into it instantly, and SCATTERING into its red FIREY depths. The crafts HIT LIGHTENING SPEED. PING PONGING the crust. BOOMING. From the mantle core, redness BURNS, HEAT STEAMS. BOOMING, the outer core, brightness engulfs the environment. HEAT RIPPLES FORM. BUBBLING.

INT. CORE OF EARTH - FLAMY - MOMENTS LATER

SIZZLING. The outer core of earth, a ball of yellow fire, bigger than the moon. All motion within MOVES SLOWLY. Crystallized particles FLOAT in the opposite direction, appearing as if snowing upwards. Towering FLAME TORNADOES, thousands of feet high and wide, SPARKING ELECTRICITY. The UFOS windows EXTEND. One alien from the group, walks the air. An alien with three black lines on its gold and white armor, much like a military badge, approaches the core. This is The General. THE GENERAL PHASES THROUGH the inner core of earth.

Inside, are FIRE WAVES, ELECTRICITY, and WAILING. A ball like, planet structure, the size of the moon. It is burnt black, and has deep, wide crevices. Underneath the crevices there is red; much like deep scratches on bleeding skin. Damaged. Wounded. Alarming. The core CRIES OUT in a deeper frequency.

EXT. SEATTLE MANSION - GARDEN - DAWN/DIM - LATER

RAIN FALLS on the backyard of the mansion. Seven pairs of abnormal paws TOUCH DOWN on green grass. A line of freakishly, mutated creatures occupy the landscaped garden. These are the Scythes. Elmore stands before the seven, muscular, enhanced, twelve foot tall animals. All with starch white skin and red, glowing eyes.

In his hand he holds the sliver suitcase. He CLIPS it open, revealing a black vail, and UNTWISTS the lid of the vial. POP. The creatures SNIFF. Becoming ROWDY. Elmore tilts the vial sideways, allowing the liquid to race the one edge of the rim of the vail.

The black liquid spreads to the rim of the vial. A single drop falls towards the ground. The eyes of the scythes follow it. The liquid DROPS on grass. SPREADING FAST. BUBBLING like acid. Displaying the DNA of humans in its reflection. The spiral stair case structure of the human molecule. The red eyes of the scythes SPARK. A viciousness flash of their teeth, which DROOL HEAVILY. Thirstily. Elmore lifts his free hand. The black blood particles rise from the liquid on the ground, floating up and into the nostrils of the beasts, enlarging them. The SNIFFING of their noses INTENSIFY. The group of LARGE PAWS, RACE past Elmore. WHIPPING his suit and hair, as they POUND away to the gates of the mansion. JUMPING the gate with astonishing HEIGHT. GALLOPING FAST through city streets. SNIFFING. MOUTHS WATERING.

SCYTHES P.O.V: The eyes of the animals X-ray the ground, viewing the sewers. Movement is detected in the sewers. Human heat signatures. A group survivors hiding.

I.E. SEWER - CANDLE LIT- SECONDS LATER

The damp sewers. RUNNING WATER. Women, men, children, and elders sit around the lit candles. Some hold crosses. Praying, their eyes tightly closed. Others are alert, listen closely to POUNDING from above. These people look up. POUNDING. They becomes alarmed. The prayers ignore the sound, quickening their prayers. MUMBLING. Scared. POUNDING. CRUNCHING. ROARING.

The enormous bodies of the SCYTHES SHATTER through the ceiling of the sewer. Their shadows casting on the walls by the candle fires. YELLS from the humans ECHO in metal tube. The scythes KILL. BITE, CLAW, RIP APART the defenseless people in the sewer. Many try RUNNING and CLIMBING the sewer walls, but are attacked, PINNED DOWN. Vicious teeth SNAP AT FLESH. Bloody. The prayers stay put, MUMBLING still. CRYING. PAWS POUND along a tunnel of the sewer that lead to another camp of survivors. SPLASHING FOOTSTEPS.

SURVIVOR
RUN, GOOO!!!

A woman SHOUTS. A scythe STOPS POUNDING behind her. HALTING. BREATHING HARD, SLOBBERING LONG DROPS onto her shoulder. Pale skin, Red eyes. Towering in height. The new camp SCATTERS AWAY. FLEEING. SCREAMING.

The scythe SLAUGHTERS the woman and the camp. SLASHING them with thick, long nails. BLOOD SPLATS onto the gray, rustic walls of the sewer.

The first camp area holds dead bodies. Shaken kids covered in blood, watch the animals retreat back through the holes they tore on the ceiling. Their innocent eyes full of tears. No wounds are on their little bodies. CRACKING of concrete from below makes them JUMP.

On ground, the last of cars and buildings BURN away. Leaving empty lots with dark residue underneath where the objects used to be.

BRIDS EYE VIEW:

From the state of Seattle, the scythes branch off to neighboring states, one by one.

END OF ACT ONE