[ It's far past the point of no return, but it doesn't matter, because Scott is always the winner - he always, always comes out on top and now that he's an alpha he's unstoppable. He's not going to be intimidated by a little puppy and a girl who likes to play dress up in her daddy's shoes. He deserves a religion after him, peasants and richmen worshiping at his feet. He deserves kingdoms and the world and riches and prosperity and everything, everything in the world is his.
So forgive his smug look. Forgive him for smiling at Isaac's anger because it tastes like chocolate on his lips and he fucking loves it. Sickness, pain, hate, he'll eat that shit up for breakfast. ]
Oh - oh, I'm so sorry! We haven't met yet, that is so rude of me. [ He crinkles his eyebrows over at Isaac, pressing his hands together in front of his mouth, in a fake apology. Quickly there after, he sends a wink towards Allison, smiling widely. ] We have, though, haven't we, sweetie? Remember- ohhh, Scotty I'm so scared!
[ Naturally referring to the chess match, which Isaac wasn't around for - and that's fine, because Scott sort of got his ass handed to him but only because the real Scott, in the stands, cheated. He's still grumpy about it, but he doesn't look the part, spinning around on his heels with his arms raising up on either side, like he's about to preach, back faced towards both of them. ]
I'm Scott. No, not your Scott, but the real one. The one he doesn't let you see - the one he tries to hide, but it seems I've won over recently. [ He grins, peeking over his shoulder at the other two, arms still spread. ] I have no idea why it's taken so long! Your Scott is a little bit on... the dull side. An idiot. A fucking baby, with how he's crying right now - oh, yes, right, he says hello by the way.
[ ( fuck off ) cute ]
But you already know that all well enough - trust me, I know you both know him inside and out, little whores. I am Scott McCall, Messiah of werewolves. You'd be wise to bow at my feet - because I'm your god, and I'll lead you into damnation, if I'd like! Isn't that funny? I could kill you both if I wanted to, because -
- well. I'm the alpha.
[ And he spins back then, eyes flashing red for emphasis. ]
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So forgive his smug look. Forgive him for smiling at Isaac's anger because it tastes like chocolate on his lips and he fucking loves it. Sickness, pain, hate, he'll eat that shit up for breakfast. ]
Oh - oh, I'm so sorry! We haven't met yet, that is so rude of me. [ He crinkles his eyebrows over at Isaac, pressing his hands together in front of his mouth, in a fake apology. Quickly there after, he sends a wink towards Allison, smiling widely. ] We have, though, haven't we, sweetie? Remember- ohhh, Scotty I'm so scared!
[ Naturally referring to the chess match, which Isaac wasn't around for - and that's fine, because Scott sort of got his ass handed to him but only because the real Scott, in the stands, cheated. He's still grumpy about it, but he doesn't look the part, spinning around on his heels with his arms raising up on either side, like he's about to preach, back faced towards both of them. ]
I'm Scott. No, not your Scott, but the real one. The one he doesn't let you see - the one he tries to hide, but it seems I've won over recently. [ He grins, peeking over his shoulder at the other two, arms still spread. ] I have no idea why it's taken so long! Your Scott is a little bit on... the dull side. An idiot. A fucking baby, with how he's crying right now - oh, yes, right, he says hello by the way.
cute ]
But you already know that all well enough - trust me, I know you both know him inside and out, little whores. I am Scott McCall, Messiah of werewolves. You'd be wise to bow at my feet - because I'm your god, and I'll lead you into damnation, if I'd like! Isn't that funny? I could kill you both if I wanted to, because -
- well. I'm the alpha.
[ And he spins back then, eyes flashing red for emphasis. ]