#she's purposely using Dilan's insecurities and loves against her and I hate her omg

[cantfightmoonlight]

"Aww, look at you," Hande hummed, a laugh bubble out of her lips as she watched Dilan attempt to bite the finger she had just used to boop her baby sister's nose. "You're like a little Pomeranian, aren't you? Screeching and annoying, but cute in a sort of not housebroken kind of way, kind of like that dog your roommate has. What's its name again? Prada? JP? Something equally as stupid?" She mused as she took her sister's hand in hers so that she could break her wrist.

"Keep trying to escape, bebek kızkardeş. It only makes things more fun for me," She hummed out as kicked the leg of Dilan's chair out from under her so that she was now laying clear across her back. Hande's foot holding Dilan's chair in place as she leaned over to offer the pipsqueak a little wave. "You really never left grade school, did you? You've committed dozen of robberies, broke the law how many times over, and yet you actually still believe in good guys and bad guys? What the hell do you think that makes you?"

"Oh no!" Hande laid her hand across the back of her forehead as she raised her voices up a few octaves to a raspy and breathy mocking iteration of Dilan. "I don't deserve to pay for my crimes or be hunted down like some animal. I've only taken everything I've ever owned, may or may not be the reason why my real parents are dead and my fake parents are locked away in prison. No, I'm a nice girl who shoves people off stages and jeopardize the only sister I seem to care about's love life. Because oh yes. The world revolves around me. Dilan Selvi, good person."

"How's that for your shitty villain? Maybe I should chat with that Director of yours next. Steal you spot in the Spring show," She mused, rolling her eyes over at Dilan as she turned her back on the little one as she made her way over to Leyla who had been pleading this whole time for Hande to hurt her instead.

"Stop! You fucking bitch!” The veins in Leyla’s neck were practically throbbing as she pressed her wrists deeper into the iron cuffs. The faintest smell of burning began to fill the air, but Leyla hardly even flinched. The anger coursing through her veins was all consuming as she rambled off taunting profanity after profanity. Only none of it made any difference. No matter what she said, no matter how much a comment got under Hande’s skin, the hunter before her was dead set on hurting Dilan.

And then came the bargaining. “Please,” Leyla whimpered out, blinded by the curtain of tears running down the curves of her cheeks. “Please, for the love of god, hurt me. Let it be me. Please, okay? I’ll- I’ll do anything. Hurt me. Kill me, I don’t fucking care. Just please, stop. Please,” She begged the woman who held their lives in her hands and, as Hande pulled back from her sister, as a disturbingly twisted grin found its way across the hunter’s lips, a sigh of relief nearly broke from Leyla’s.

"Your wish is my command, dearest sister of mine," Hande sang out as she pierced the same dagger she had just used on Dilan into Leyla's thigh, dragging it along the other girl's scar as she ripped it open at the seams.

"Oh, would you look at that? Horribly misinformed again, aren't you? You see this is why they tell you stay in school. We are sisters. It's not a matter of want or need and me being here is simple a product of you and your town's own actions. So, if you're mad at the repercussions, you really only have your self to blame. But, you aren't capable of that, are you? I mean you act like it's my choice to be a hunter and you're not wrong, entirely anyway, but did you ever give me a reason not to be one? You want to talk about found family? They were the ones who took me in. Gave me a home, taught me how to defend myself. What did your entitled ass do besides throw a temper tantrum?"

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All Dilan could remember is the balloon she’d thrown, then pain. The unbelievable pain that belonged to a knife that was currently reopening an old familiar wound right above her heart. Shooting awake with a scream, she could feel the iron burning her skin as she struggled against it, wanting to get away from the pain that she was feeling. Looking up at the face in front of her and she gave a scream that could rival a banshee until a hand was shoved over her mouth to keep her quiet while she stared at Hande in horror. 

Blinking as she adjusted her vision to the dimly lit room around her, she hadn’t ever been down here, but she knew that this was Town Hall just by the godforsaken tacky ass floors and wallpaper that ran throughout this place. That’s when her eyes saw who was just past Hande, the horror she felt inside came screaming out. “Leyla!” Biting the hand over her mouth, she heard the person behind her curse. 

“Fuck you!” Dilan spat towards Hande, she wanted nothing more than kill her right now. She’d spent so much of her life hoping that Hande would one day come around, but this, it was too far. Too much for any sort of redemption. Snapping her teeth together once more at Hande booping her nose as she tried to bite her. Figuring if she couldn’t get out of these chains it was the least she could do. Before she could in a bite she was dropped back to her feet with her rocking forwards against the chains. Giving a scream in pain at the fact her body was colliding with the iron, she couldn’t get away from it. 

Gritting her teeth through the pain she felt at Hande shoving the knife down on her pinky, she gave a soft scream when she couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Are you really about to fucking villain monologue? What kind of a shitty villain are you?” Dilan asked with snarl, her voice full of venom. “You were in the middle of being the worst sister I’ve ever had the displeasure of dealing with.” Turning her head towards Leyla with a soft expression. “Leyla, I’m fine. I don’t care about me. I’m going to get you out of here.” She promised her older sister. She’d spent her life protecting Leyla and she wasn’t about to stop now, especially not for Hande. 

“Fuck you. If you wanted sisters you could have them.” Dilan shot back. “You chose this. You always chose to be on the other side of the dagger that went into us. Don’t sit there and pretend to want a sister, when you could have had two.” Rocking forward in the chair as she went to try and get out of it so she could strangle Hande, but all she did was hit the chains and winch once more. At the mention of boyfriends she looked towards Leyla, knowing that if she didn’t get to her there was at least hope Ken would. “Oh how lovely for me.” Dilan remarked with an eye roll. “Oh you know just constantly spending my time running from my psychotic ass sister who wants to murder me.” Dilan replied sarcastically. “What about you Hande? Get a boyfriend or girlfriend? Or find a family who actually wants your pathetic ass?”