Then let's send a message. Let's make something perfectly clear to anyone with a copy of that list. It doesn't matter if they're professional assassins, hunters, or an amateur with a gun: anyone who thinks they can hunt and kill us for money is gonna be put on another list-- our list. They get to be a name on our deadpool.
The truth for me is that we-- my kind-- are violent creatures who eventually will not be able to control their violent impulses. The mantra helps us subdue our nature.
I predicted this. I told Talia this was going to happen. Something like this was going to happen. I said that they were gonna come for us. The Argents, they're gonna come for us. They are gonna burn us to the ground. Burn us to the ground. Did she listen? Of course not. Did anyone listen? They listened to her. Yes! She said that everything was going to be fine. That we were all perfectly safe. Perfectly safe. But she made us weak! She made us weak. And what happens to the weakest in the herd? They get picked off by the predators! We used to be the apex predators, until Talia turned us into sheep.
[ranting in flashback] But I'll start over. Like a vengeful god, I will raze this earth to the ground. Raze this earth. I will take out all of them! Not just the wolves, but the wendigos, the banshees... every shapeshifter. I will obliterate the weak, and I will remake the supernatural of Beacon Hills in my image! I won't have to do any of it myself, because I'll hire people. Assassins. Professional killers. People like the Mute, the Chemist, even... someone like the Desert Wolf. I'll use the money in the vault, the bearer bonds. I'll use every penny if I have to. I'll start with the professionals, and then maybe I'll disseminate the list further. No. No, not a list. A deadpool. Eventually, everyone will want a chance. Anyone can become a killer for the right price, because when it comes down to it, everyone can be corrupted by money!
This department's getting more corrupted by the second. What are you gonna charge me with, Sheriff? How are you going to explain this to a judge? "Telepathic girl overhears thoughts of comatose werewolf and decides to enact his plans for retribution?" Hmm. [He clicks his tongue] They're gonna be pointing a gun at your head and asking you to go quietly.
Because I heard you. I heard you scream in the tunnels at Oak Creek. [Lydia flashes back to when Allison was killed and she wailed for her death] That's why I knew it was the right time to start over.
He's the alpha. He's always been the alpha. He'll make it right. It never was with us. Too many people die because of us. We're the monsters. Even banshees. Even me.
[rolls her eyes] Maybe every little piece in your game didn't move just as predicted, but they still moved perfectly into place. [She notices his hesitance] You wanna bail on the plan.
[Patrick Clark, a wendigo, has just abducted a woman in a body bag and has brought her to his meat freezer, which is full of bloodied knives]
PPatrick
It's Calissa, right? I guess you're coming to a certain conclusion-- you're not going to be leaving here. It's okay that you're scared. See, contrary to traditional culinary practices, it actually tastes better for someone like me when the kill's been frightened.
