[The screen is black, only the voices of Stiles and Scott can be heard.] Scott: Because we don't just kill people, Stiles. We're not killers. Stiles: It's self defense. What's it going to take before you realize he's dangerous? Scott: I know he's dangerous but he's not doing anything. Stiles: Yet. But -- Scott: Exactly. We'll handle it if it comes but we're not just going to hurt him. Stiles: But -- Scott: No, Stiles.
[The first image on screen is Kate as she falls to the floor, the gash in her neck almost identical to the one Peter had given her just a year earlier. Stiles stands over her body, eyes glowing bright red, claws and fangs fully extended. He reaches down and keeps slashing at her neck until it's nearly severed from the neck. He straightens up and eyes the dead body of his best friend, his brother in the corner; Kira sobbing over his bloodied body. Not far from him lies Peter. Stiles begins to tremble uncontrollably until a piercing banshee scream tears through the sky. He runs outside into the hot desert sun.
There are black cars surrounding the building. Gun shots are being fired. He spots his dad behind the Sheriff's car huddled next to Lydia and returning fire at the hunters that have descended upon them.] Dad! [He shouts to him half in shock that he's there and fear over what could happen if he gets hit by a stray bullet.]
Stiles, look out! [Lydia screams at him as the hunters open fire in his direction. He ducks for cover. The hunter pursuing him falls down with a gaping hole in his chest where the Sheriff hit him.]
Stiles, come! [He calls out. Stiles obeys, running over at top speed. A shot rings out and the Sheriff falls.]
DAD! [Stiles cries out, falling to his knees and cradling his father in his arms. It's too late to help. He was dead before he hit the ground. Tears stream from his tightly shut eyes and an inhuman guttural cry roars from within. He can't hear a thing. He's on his feet ripping and slashing everyone in sight.
Liam grabs Lydia and pulls her away from him. Malia runs towards him but his quickly restrained by Derek as the hunters continue to fall before rushing forward and trying to restrain Stiles from behind. With a quick jerk, he's thrown to the floor. A claw slashes across the neck quickly ends his life. Malia cries out.
Braeden emerges with a gun aimed for Stiles's head. He runs into the desert as Lydia screams after him.]