Into the Wreckage ▸ Scott McCall (3)

xvii. THE ROTTEN SEED

xvii. THE ROTTEN SEED

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Immediately after the life altering events took place, Foster and Lydia were instantly brought to the Sheriff's station once again. In Foster's mind, all she could do was replay the events that had taken forth. How Brunski had placed the syringe into her neck, the ringing in her ears following Parrish's shot, the way Brunski laughed at their theory.

How Meredith, the girl they thought was dead, was still well and breathing. The very girl being the one who put out a deadpool with all of their names on it. If Meredith made the list, then she must have known what Foster was.

Even in the Sheriff's station, accompanied by Parrish and Lydia, Foster was still shaking. She was seated on the bench outside of the office, Lydia up eyeing the window warily. Foster was just trying to calm down after what had happened. Inside the Sheriff's office, feet away, was Meredith Walker with Sheriff Stilinski.

It terrified her, honesty. Knowing that she was so complacent with the idea of death. How she was okay with the fact that Brunski was only seconds away from killing her with lethal injection. 

That wasn't who she was. At least, she thought.

Maybe the new Foster did give up without a fight.

On the drive over, Foster had taken a few seconds to shoot Scott a choppy explanation of what had happened. Well, regarding Meredith. She left out all of the other little details because she didn't want to ruin his night for him. If he knew that Brunski had almost killed her, he would have left the bon fire in an instant.

As it appeared, though, assassins tried to kill him, Malia, and Liam at the bon fire tonight. Now he and Kira were out and about helping none other than Brett Talbot. Foster had merely shot him a text to be safe in return, still unable to keep her fingers from trembling.

She could barely type a text at this point, Foster running her hands through her hair anxiously. They had been wrong about it all. They didn't so much as think that Meredith could be behind all of the assassins in Beacon Hills. It didn't make sense. Meredith was on the list to begin with.

None of this made any sense.

Although, it appeared that his efforts remained futile. Foster watched as he opened the door, sling still securely around his arm, before shutting it behind him. This left Meredith alone in there, none of them really wanting to be near her right now.

Immediately, Lydia questioned, "What did she say?"

"Hard to tell," Stilinski explained, Foster rising from her seat and making her way over toward them. "There were words. I'm not sure they were actually sentences."

Foster clasped her hands together, muttering sarcastically, "Wonderful."

"I'm calling the psychologist," Stilinski informed, reaching for the land line. "Or a medium."

Lydia rolled her eyes, musing, "Is she even competent enough to be charged with something."

They were both aware that the girl was unstable. She could barely go a sentence without freaking out, and it appeared that Meredith was more of a psychopath than they thought. Foster grimaced at the thought. To think, she actually felt bad for the girl when in all actuality, she was putting a price over Foster's head this entire time.

As soon as Lydia finished, Stilinski put the phone down. "If Meredith is the Benefactor, then that means she was competent enough to trick Kate into opening the Hale vault, competent enough to blackmail Brunski into helping her, and competent enough to create a hit list and pay out money for its completion. This girl's practically a criminal mastermind."