Pre-Dollhouse, I suppose… I haven't seen S6 yet, so no spoilers please.

Setting The World Alight

The plans aren't always the same.

Sometimes it's ripping things apart, taking sledgehammers to buildings and cell phones to a battle. Other times, it's chipping away so slowly that you'd never notice anything wrong until the world comes crumbling down.

Most often though, it's fire: burning and scorching and tearing things down with just one match.

I've had time to create great plans, found the money to finance it all – and with the money comes time, because it means I don't have to divert time elsewhere.

Sometimes I set things alight just to watch them burn.

My world has shrunk to Rosewood now, and I calm the rage and hate and bitterness by burning buildings. It's not enough, of course – it never is. Still, I can't burn the town until I'm certain of my identity being protected. There are still a few times when I become paranoid; digging through hidden compartments in various houses will do that to a person, especially when I don't find what I'm looking for.

Everything here is either too perfect, or pretends to be. There are so many picture-perfect details around this town, and it's all I can do to not run rampant corrupting the place. Slow, insidious corruption is my preference. The results are slow, but that just makes it more worthwhile as I watch beautiful things or people be tainted darker with ugly details. If I cannot be a part of the elite, then I will sink them all to my level.

Fire becomes more than calming now, more soothing – it becomes a message. It's a way to destroy evidence and hide me more. Once, I felt vulnerable because it meant that each building gone was one less place for me to hide. Of course, that's not a problem now I've got my own dollhouse.

I still want to watch Rosewood burn, but the logistics are still problematic. I'd need several allies, only I couldn't keep them all. I've got people to torment and hiding my identity is becoming more problematic: I suspect Alison is catching on, if she hasn't already. She is too good at playing the game, I think.

Plans are shelved, put aside in favour of reaching one goal faster. I can't do everything, can't be everywhere to do everything but I can't trust anything to anyone now. I'm in so deep that burning the town is the only thing left for me to do.

Someday though, everything will align as I need it to. Then I will be able to burn Rosewood and enjoy every moment of destruction.

It's not hard to imagine – I've spent years coming up to this stage, creating art depicting my version of Rosewood's apocalypse and trying to put into words what it will look like. I've tried to guess who will survive, who will see it coming and who will be blindsided.

And maybe one day the world will know of me, the person who wiped a town off the map. They will speak of Rosewood in hushed tones, that cursed town, and maybe one day it will become a myth.

It's immortality.