[Theo holds up a file in his hands to show Donovan]
By the way, this is your psych evaluation from when you applied to be a Sheriff's deputy. Multiphasic Personality Inventory. You know what that is? It's a test that assesses abnormal behavior. It's supposed to be able to tell when you're lying, or being defensive, or if you're a total psycho. Your results were pretty disappointing, Donovan. You scored high on the Psychopathic Deviant scale. And that? That's bad. I'm not even going to get into your Anger Expression Inventory. Just this one quote here at the end-- "Not suitable for law enforcement." It sucks, right? I mean, you never get to be a cop like your dad. But, it doesn't matter, because... You've got something else now. Power-- real power. Strength, speed, heightened senses. So, what do you do with power like that? I know what you're thinking-- Go after Stilinski. Break his legs, cut off his ears... pull out his teeth? Problem is, though... Sooner or later, physical pain, it's... it's manageable. See, real pain is emotional pain. That is the kind of pain that lasts. And, if you want to cause Stilinski that devastating, soul-crushing emotional pain? You don't go after him-- you go after someone he loves.
[Liam and Mason are walking to a club]
Can you put your phone away from five minutes? Scott can howl if he needs you.
[sighs] I just feel like I should be doing something.
You are! You're my wingman tonight. And, considering the state of my dating life, I need a wingman, co-pilot, and a really hot flight attendant.
I'm definitely not your hot flight attendant.
[Melissa has called Scott and Kira to the hospital, where Scott has taken the pain of a teenage boy named Corey who was in excruciating pain as the result of an injury]
Let me see it. Let me see his arm.
[Melissa removes the bandage on Corey's arm, revealing a huge, weeping wound that is producing a brown slimy substance]
The lab says scorpion venom.
I know. But, that's not the weirdest part... Because a sting this bad means that he should have been dead ten hours ago, and the scorpion that stung him would have been ten feet tall.
[horrified] Please tell me that doesn't mean there's a giant scorpion running around Beacon Hills...
[weakly] Lucas... It was Lucas.
[Mason and Lucas are in a secluded corner of Sinema, where they're flirting with each other. Mason sees the movie being projected on the wall and recognizes it]
Night of the Living Dead.
Yeah, it's one of the first classic zombie movies. Have you never seen it?
LLucas
Never. How does it end?
[shrugs] The zombies pretty much win. All the good guys die.
LLucas
[walks closer to him] So, I guess it's better to be one of the bad guys.
[nervously] Maybe... sometimes.
[Scott and Kira try to break into Sinema through the back door, but accidentally set off the alarm. Kira figures out where the alarm is coming from and pulls a shuriken from her belt buckle before throwing it and cutting the wire to the alarm, causing Scott to stare at her in awe]
[Inside the club, an exasperated Kira is talking to Scott while they look for Lucas]
You did it again! You did something that changed everything, and you don't even realize you did it, but you did.
[Liam has finally knocked Lucas out, and he and Scott have just begun to calm down when Kira's kitsune aura suddenly bursts out of her, and she lunges toward Lucas' unconscious body as her kitsune spirit takes control]
Watashi wa shi no shisha da! ["I am the Messenger of Death!"]
[Scott, alarmed, stops her before she can kill Lucas with her sword]
[The Dread Doctors have just killed Lucas in front of Scott, Kira, Liam, Mason, and Brett, and Scott is staring at them in horror]
[angrily] Why did you do that?
His condition was terminal.
What does that mean? What does that mean?
[Scott and Melissa are in the morgue, where they're staring at Lucas' dead body]
I should've done better. I... I... I should've known that this was going to happen. I should've been able to stop it.
You know, your grandfather used to have a saying about the word "should." You know what you're doing when you say "should" too often? You're should-ing all over yourself!
[Scott laughs weakly, but still seems upset]
I know that I can't be the mom that says "I don't want you to do anything about this," 'cause you're always going to be involved. Because not only do you have the power to do something, you care enough to do it. So, all you really need to ask yourself is-- "What am I going to do?"
[determinedly] I'm going to find out who did this... and I'm going to stop them.
[Donovan, after biting Stiles on the shoulder with his lamprey-mouth, has just followed him into the library, where he's hiding between two bookshelves. Suddenly, Stiles' phone buzzes, and he realizes with horror that he left it behind when he ran away]
You dropped your phone. It's Malia. Should I text her back? [He pockets Stiles' phone] You don't really know who I am, do you Stiles? Maybe you heard about my father. Did your dad tell you about him? Did Sheriff Stilinski ever tell you about the time he was still deputy, and how his partner got caught in a shoot-out? Did he tell you a bullet shattered my dad's T-9 vertebra? Went right through his spinal cord. Know what that means? It means everything below his waist is useless. And not just his legs. I bet he told you some of it. But I bet he probably left out the part where he was sitting in a car, calling for backup, while my dad was going in alone. Did he tell you that he was too scared, too much of a frightened little bitch to go in after him? Or do scared little bitches not tell their little bitch sons about their failures? About how they put their partner in a wheelchair for the rest of his life?
[Donovan has just caught Stiles as he desperately tried to climb up a scaffolding to get away from him. He grabs Stiles by the ankle just as his wendigo eyes and fangs come out, revealing that he is a lamprey/wendigo chimera]
Don't worry, Stiles. I'm not gonna kill you. [He adopts his wendigo voice] I'm just gonna eat your legs!
[Stiles frantically tries to figure out a way to incapacitate him long enough to get away and ends up pulling the pin to the top shelf of the scaffolding. This causes a bunch of scrap metal to fall onto Donovan, one piece of which impales him in the chest and kills him]
[Malia and Lydia are standing next to Malia's locker as they discuss The Dread Doctors, a book Malia found in Tracy's bedroom. Lydia reads the cover synopsis aloud]
"In a small New England town, teenagers are taken in the night and buried alive. Days later, they emerge transformed, wreaking havoc and spreading terror, commanded by an ancient order of parascientists known only as the Dread Doctors." Sounds vaguely familiar. How does it end?
It doesn't. This is supposed to be Volume One.
[rolls her eyes] Oh, let me guess... There is no Volume Two?
I think we're living Volume Two.
Then maybe the real question is... Is this a novel, or someone's prediction?
[to Malia about the book] Look at this. Look at the Acknowledgements page. [She reads the page aloud] "For providing scientific perspective and valuable insight... This book is dedicated to Dr. Gabriel Valack."
Yeah. And I know where to find him.
[Lydia has just stopped by the Stilinski house, where Stiles is in the middle of getting dressed. She has just told him their plan to go to Eichen House to talk to Dr. Valack]
[insistently] Lydia, I'm going with you.
[suspiciously] I thought you said you were sick.
[awkwardly] I'm slightly under the weather.
You don't have to come. Malia's not going either.
Malia's not going because she knows that place is a nightmare asylum of insanity and death, okay? Let's go.
[Stiles has almost finished getting dressed when he puts his arm into the sleeve of his hoodie and winces when his injured shoulder is jostled too hard. This doesn't escape Lydia's notice, and she eyes him suspiciously]
[plays dumb] What was what?
[gives him a look] It was your shoulder.
Pain radiates. It does that! You are not going without me. You remember what happened to Deaton when he talked to Valack?
Scott and Kira are going to be there.
[insistently] Okay, I'm not letting you go to a place where one of the orderlies almost killed you.
[exasperatedly] He almost killed you too!
And we're both still alive! See? Teamwork.
