You bring me they heads. All of em. Fiona, her daughter every witch bitch in that house
Marie Laveau's words ran coldly over Hank's feverish mind like a disease. Here he was, holding a firearm towards his very wife whom he took a sacred vow of marriage with. And in all the unspeakable things hes done in the past...
"No." Hank spoke firmly with the hollow intimidating voice of a real man. Marie Laveau, feared voodoo queen, had finally lost her smugness and seethed with unyielding psychotic rage
"HOW DARE YOU BETRAY ME! I OWN YOUR SOUL! THIS ISNT HOW THE PLAN WOULD WORK! YOU ARE A CHEATER!" Marie yelled tearing her hair out with fury and shock like a child having a meltdown. Suddenly, a gunshot rang out
as Marie saw blood drip from where her heart laid
"Didnt I tell you I alwayswin?" Fiona taunted ironically, puffing the smoke from her silenced Baretta. With a pained gasp, Marie fell over backwards dead for good. Satisfied that his redemption was completed, Hank tossed the silver bullets
in the ashtray, done with the life of killing innocent beings.
"You still a witch hunter?" Madison asked quietly as a bright resounding smile formed on Henrys lips for the first time in so many many years
"Not anymore" Hank answered, giving the snarky teenager a playful ruffling of her hair as they left the parlor hand in hand unaware of the mysterious figure clothed in 1870s Western garb.
Placing 3 quarters in the payphone, the man waited until the operator answered
"Its Doc. Tell Barnabas I found the subjects we're looking for. I think... they may turn the odds in our favour" Doc immediately hung up, closed the door to the booth then went on his way whistling Dixie to himself