#i can't post this without doing one just for kaleb

[caxycreations]

Tylvinian Tales: The Wolf's Den

Chapter Sixteen: Revelation

Note: Can also be read on AO3 and Wattpad! Also, may have already posted this, but it's not on my chapter master post and can't find it anywhere so here ya go!

*** Ferusian Law, Fifteenth Sequence, Article Two: Law of Diligence

All reports to an Agency hot-line must be investigated fully until such time as a satisfactory conclusion has been determined, proven, submitted for review by an Agency Overseer, and approved as complete.

Failure for an Agent (serving as lead to an investigation) to complete an investigation to it’s full extent will result in immediate termination and permanent barring from Agency employment. ***

The night went by without much going on. A couple of drunks, but none unwilling to leave when told. Twelve hours of standing and walking, thinking about Kaleb’s orders for me. He expected me to track down two men and kill them. He had to know I wouldn’t, right? That no amount of his promises, or his threats, would push me to go that far again. He had to know I wasn’t the kind of person he could goad into murder.

But the longer I thought about it, the more I realized he did expect me to follow through. He was used to getting his way, he didn’t see any reason for anyone to turn him down. When money, safety, and their lives were involved, he expected everyone to do whatever he said if it meant securing the three. He was more dangerous than the men I’d fought for David. He was worse. They just wanted to hurt, to harm, to kill. Kaleb wanted something from everyone, and wasn’t afraid to promise whatever he could to get it, and he had the means to keep any promise he made.

When the shift ended, Tomas showed me how to clock out, taking my earpiece back and showing me where the equipment was kept so I would know for next time before giving me a small card with a business logo on it.

After instructing me to claim my work tee from the company on the card, he left, and I made my way to Kaleb’s office. He was just walking out, small envelope in hand, offering it to me. I snatched it from his hand and gave him a glare. I knew what was in it. My bonus, sure, but the card he’d promised me as well. I could feel the rigid paper of the card contrasting with the flimsy bills around it. He started to speak, but I didn’t bother listening. Walking away was all I wanted to do, and with my shift over and having already clocked out, I had no reason to stay and hear him out.

I had two stops to make on the way home either way; the store for my tee and David’s apartment. The apartment was closer, and I made it there with relative ease. This early there weren’t many people walking around to weave through. I got into the elevator and took it up, tapping my paw idly and remembering the last time I’d been in this elevator. David, dancing away without a care in the world in that cute skirt and mesh top, smiling ear to ear. The memory brought a smile to my face.

When the doors opened, it faded again, a familiar and wholly unwelcome face before me, along with a sickeningly burned scent. Jonas saw me as I saw him and froze, one arm still in a cast, and he stepped aside to let me through. I glared at him, and was about to ask him about the scratching in the side of my truck when he stepped into the elevator at speed and quickly hit the button to close the doors, the indicator above them showing he was going down. I hadn’t even had time to form the words I’d wanted to say. It was probably for the best, the last thing I needed was a charge for assault, especially with the consequences already looming over my head like a guillotine.

I huffed, shaking my head and turning to walk down the hall, tail still frizzed up a little from having seen Jonas. I just wanted to get in, grab David’s clothes, and decide whether it was worth at least checking the address I was sent to. I got to David’s door and tried using my spare key to unlock it, already eager to get home.

My blood froze when I couldn’t turn it. The door was already unlocked. I pushed it open, looking inside. The carefully stacked boxes so meticulously arranged by relevance to day-to-day life had been knocked over, scattered around the den of the apartment. The larger ones had been ripped open and spilled out. The bedroom door was wide open, the blankets and sheets half-strewn off the bed. The closet stood open as well, clothes scattered everywhere and busted hangers lying in fragments in the floor near the doors.

I felt something bubbling up in my chest, in the back of my throat, and before I knew it, sound filled the room. A deep, guttural, furious noise filled with anger, hate, and the same ferocity the ferals of my kind were famous for. I knelt down, picking up a few articles of clothing, scenting them deeply and finding a sickening scent of burned fur and skin, with the slightest metallic hint to it. David’s pleasant scent completely replaced by the invader’s own.

I snarled, tearing out of the apartment and down the hall. The scent led to the elevator, and I put two and two together. Jonas had broken into his apartment, ransacked the place. He’d violated the safety of David’s home. He’d...He’d…

I felt my lips curl back, my fangs bared as I grit my teeth. Everything came into crystal clear focus. I could practically see the scent trail before my eyes. I ran for the stairs, hopping the railing and letting myself fall a few floors down before latching onto another railing, slowing myself and falling a little more, again and again, dropping two flights at a time until I finally let go, dropping the last four flights and landing on my paws, my weight cracking the tile beneath them. I had barely landed when I took off, pushing towards the door as quickly as I could, rushing outside and finding the trail again, the scent of burned fur and skin strong and fresh. The trail led to the parking lot, of course he’d have driven. But I could follow him still. Nobody could get away from a greatwolf that had their scent.

I took off down the street, following the trail. I wasn’t sure when it happened but I found myself on all fours, bolting down the sidewalks at a breakneck pace. My eyes darted everywhere, taking in every building, every alleyway, nose constantly sniffing, following his trail. I followed it right into an alleyway, finding his car parked at the end next to a shutter-door.

I stood upright again, grabbing the bottom of the door and ripping it upward, the sound of breaking gears and wires snapping as the door resisted with all it could. It didn’t mean a damn thing to me. I lifted the door and forced my way in, seeing a dimly lit storage room and the bright outline of a door across the room.

I pushed forward, grabbing the door and ripping it off the hinges, carrying it with me. I learned my lesson, I wasn’t about to let myself get shot again. I couldn’t put David through that worry. I walked down the hall, steps heavy and hard, body half-hunched as I leaned into the scent trail. Jonas hadn’t come through long before me, it was stronger here than anywhere else. I heard voices through a door to my left, the scent painfully potent here.

I shoved through, knocking the door off the frame and onto the ground. I glared ahead, eyes locking onto Jonas, two others in the room with him going dead silent as I entered. I didn’t care about them. I stalked forward, Jonas scrambling back and away, muttering something before shouting. I didn’t know what he said. Blood pulsed in my ears, my head was pounding with the flow of it, and my grip on the door tightened, the metal creaking and bending under the force.

“You break into his home, tear apart the hard work he did to keep it neat, organized, and then you look me in the eyes and run. Did you forget what I was?” I asked him, slowly stepping over to him as he backed up to the wall. I heard the shuffle of paws heading for me from the right and swung the door that direction, hearing a loud collision of metal against body followed by the sound of that body hitting the floor.

“I-I was- I just-” he stammered out, panicked, eyes wide and darting everywhere. He was looking for a way out. I intended to show him there wasn’t one. Another step to my left, this one moving away. I leaned back, reaching for it. My fingers found purchase on a shirt, and I gripped hard, yanking them over towards Jonas. The figure collided with Jonas and I heard him let out a shriek, the other person landing directly on his bad arm.

“R-Ryder, I-” he said with a shaking voice. I slammed the door down beside him, burying it partway in the floor, cracking the tile and shattering the concrete beneath. He winced, leaning away from it. I knelt down, my muzzle inches from his. This distance, so close, so intimate, felt very different from the same with David.

When I was this close to David, my heart soared, my spirit flew. I felt like I could conquer the world. Now, inches from Jonas, I could not feel my heart. I could not find my spirit. All I felt was the increasing urge to tear him apart. I could see the fear in his eyes, the tears matting his fur. Smell the piss from his fear. He thought he was going to die here.

I growled, grabbing the groaning body of the man I’d thrown at him, tossing them back behind me and hearing them collide with the ground several feet back. I lifted Jonas up by his bad arm, watching him cry out and grab at my arm desperately with the other, trying to lift himself to take pressure off the wounded limb. I squeezed, hard, feeling bones shatter like glass.

His screams went silent, his mouth open in agony, and I dropped him as I brought my knee up, right into his chin. I didn’t bother putting force into it, I knew just lifting my leg would do what I wanted, and as I watched him spit out several teeth, I grinned, kneeling back down. I grabbed his chin, holding it roughly and watching him wince in pain.

I glared at him, baring my teeth. “Ya break int’ his home, an’ ya thought ya were safe jus’ cause ya got some fancy car an’ I was on foot.” I snarled, picking him up by the shirt and standing up to my full height, lifting him off the ground. I felt a strong urge, like something pulling at my shoulder, my elbow, the sections of my arm, like some invisible force wanted me to throw him as hard as I could. Like my arm itself wanted to do it.

I drew back, readying myself to do just that, then looked at him again. “I was bench pressin’ cars when I was sixteen. Only got stronger since then. I could throw ya clear through that brick wall an’ it wouldn’t take a lick of effort. Ya understand?” I asked. He nodded, panicking, clutching at my arm in fear. “Good. An’ ya recognize I can find ya, no matter where ya might run to, if’n ya been anywhere even close t’ some place Davey might s’ much as think of goin’?” I asked again. Another nod. “Then I reckon we’re done here.” I growled, idly tossing him a couple feet away.

He landed with a wince and a cry, his voice cracking as he did. I looked at the man I’d thrown at him earlier, recognizing the same man I’d told to give my message to his people. I growled again, looking at Jonas. “Who is he?” I demanded, getting in his face. He winced away, trembling and trying to scramble back, to put any amount of distance between us.

Jonas looked at me, eyes shaking and his whole body trembling. “S-Some guy they sent, said he h-had a run-in with some trouble and needed an easy run!” He said, flinching away from me. I growled at him, picking them both up and hoisting one over each shoulder, both men groaning in pain at the sudden lurching. I had held back, I’d managed to keep from going too far. I could control this. I should control this. And the best way to do that right now was to remove myself from the responsibility of handling it.

I finally let myself see beyond the pair, and looked around the room. I would need to explain why I’d done this, and any evidence I could find to offer the Agents would help with that. I wish I’d just left. On a table nearby were countless photos. Me, David, his apartment, my house. Sheets detailing time frames, comings and goings, some marked as ‘safe’ and some marked with an ‘X’ beside the time stamp.

They’d been keeping track of us. Spying on us, logging our times. Between this and security footage from the apartment complex, plus the traffic cams that no doubt captured them watching my house, there was more than enough to justify what I did here today. But knowing they were watching us, they were waiting, planning something…

I moved my shoulder, jostling Jonas. He groaned, and I growled. “What were you doing, what was your plan? Tell me and maybe you make it to the station in the pieces of you left. Don’t and we’ll see how many more I can break you into!” I yelled. He nodded, whimpering and tensing up against me, as if bracing for an impact.

“I wanted to get back at you for the shop shit, man! These guys said they’d help me do it if I’d join up with’em, I just had to prove I had the guts! David was supposed to be my fuckin’ initiation! Dragging him here was gonna be how I proved myself!” He cried. I stood stock still, grip tightening on both of them. I felt bone crunch under the force, not quite liking how comfortable I was getting with that feeling.

He was going to hurt David. I’d just saved him from these people, and Jonas was going to drag him back, knowing full well it would likely get David killed, just to get back at me. I heard a muffled cry as my grip tightened, the sound damp and soft in my ears. The table seemed to get further and closer all at once, stretching away forever, yet inching closer by the second.

My arms felt weak, my chest grew tight, and a familiar burning began to fill my chest as my hands trembled, fingers twitching idly against the soft, fragile flesh beneath the pads of my fingertips. I couldn’t breathe, and yet I’d never felt so clear. Not since-

Not since the night I’d saved David. I staggered back, dropping the two men as my back hit the wall. Jonas cried out and the other man groaned, still unconscious. I slid down the wall, panting, eyes darting from the table to the two men and back again. I needed to keep control, needed to focus, needed to get them to the nearest Agency. But what if I didn’t? What if I just...let go. David wouldn’t have to worry about them anymore. David would be safe. With two lives ended, I could save him.

I’d already ended other lives for his sake. What’s two more? Two more stains on my conscience. Two more memories to haunt me. Two more voices screaming in my subconscious, robbed of their chance to be anything more than rot beneath the ground. I stood, looking down at the two men. I could end them here and now. I could save everyone the trouble of dealing with them ever again. I could fix this.

I picked Jonas up, saw the fear in his eyes. Was that same fear what he had hoped to see in David’s? Was this what he’d wanted to put David through? I held him up with one arm, clinging tightly to his shirt. I looked him over, my mouth ever so slightly open, breathing in slow, heavy repetition. He held onto my arm, shaking, and I made my decision.

My arms wrapped around him tightly, adjusting so they were around one specific place, a place my father had made me promise to be especially careful with. Slow, steady, taking my time, feeling every pop and every shift of his body in my arms, circling them around in a hug. I squeezed tighter and tighter until-

Until I heard the crack I was looking for, the cry of pain that followed, and I let him fall to the floor. He cried out, whining, whimpering, and I turned to lift the other man, doing the same, waking him with the pain only to see him pass out once again from the pain. I lay him down, waiting a moment to be sure he was still breathing. Satisfied at the steady rise and fall of his chest, I looked over at Jonas who had done the same.

I sat between them, pulling out my phone and dialing the Agency hot-line. I stayed there, watching them, ensuring the pair kept breathing, as I explained the situation to the Agency dispatcher. Less than ten minutes later, I heard the sound of several Agents drawing near. I called out, letting them know which room I was in, and as I stood and turned, saw a beagle in a white uniform with the tell-tale black badge of the Agents, etched with white letters denoting their Agent information.

I could hear a few more in the hallway, each one given away by the sound of their sidearms. A set of soft, electronic whines filled the air. As the beagle looked around and saw me, he lay his palm against the handle of his gun while his partner did the same.

“Mr. Trayson?” He asked, hand never leaving the handle of his sidearm. I nodded, holding my hands up and waiting for his permission to stand. He nodded, and I stood slowly. Agents were, more often than not, skilled enough to tell a threat from not, but it was always best to give them less than zero reason to expect danger from you.

“Yes, Sir. Ryder, if’n ya don’t mind.” I answered, keeping my hands in view so he knew I was unarmed. He nodded, turning to his partner and moving his hand away from his sidearm. He called out and the soft whines were snuffed out with a few clicks before three other Agents entered the room, holstering their weapons.

“Can you explain to me what happened here, Ryder?” The beagle asked. I nodded, and recounted the events, from Jonas’ regular antagonizing of David at the shop to David’s kidnapping, all the way to now, though I left out David’s trespassing. I even told them of my involvement in his rescue. No point in lying or hiding the truth. This would no doubt call for investigation and I knew better than to hide anything from the one group that could track down the smallest needle in the largest haystack and still get home in time for dinner.

When all was said and done, Jonas and the thug were taken to an Agency hospital for processing and treatment. I watched, half-guiltily. I’d paralyzed them, I was sure of it. They wouldn’t be a bother to us anymore, and I hadn’t had to kill them either. I’d kept control, and dealt with the problem, long-term, in the process. Kaleb couldn’t get on my case for not being pragmatic, at least…

I was allowed to leave, Agents clearing me as both uninjured and justified in my actions based on the evidence at hand. I was given a Notice of Observation, fancy way of saying they’d keep tabs on me until they could clear a full investigation. I walked home, opening the door and trudging inside. David greeted me with a smile, hugging me tight and purring as he looked up to kiss me.

“Welcome home, big guy. Um...Where’s the stuff?” he asked. I blinked a couple of times, then closed my eyes and groaned. I’d forgotten all about the other stops I was meant to make. He smiled, rolling his eyes. “It’s okay Rye, we can get it all later. C’mon mister, you’ve had a long night and you deserve some rest and relaxation!” he trilled. I nodded, sighing as he pulled me towards the bedroom, actively trying to pull my shirt off as he did.

I helped him, flopping weakly onto the bed and sighing. David lay next to me, a soft, curious ‘mrow’ escaping his throat. He rubbed my back softly. “Rye?” He asked, his voice soft and timid. I rolled onto my side, pulling him in close, arms loose and gentle around him, nosing against his neck lightly. “R-Rye, you okay? You smell...like something’s wrong.”

I nodded, relaxing a little with him. “I’m good. Jus’ been a real long night.” I said, feeling the events catching up with me. The last thing I remember was David, low and muffled, talking to me before I fell asleep, restless and weary.

[rebellicnrising]

i have this dream that i am hitting my dad with a baseball bat // and he is screaming and crying for help // and maybe halfway through, it has more to do with me killing him // then it ever did protecting myself.

[handonhaven]

Bestie it's me again listen to me you see those two antis don't let them get to you okay cause.....🙄🙄🙄!!!.

There talking about how hopes love for Landon is hurting her friends, how exactly??? What the one time when hope actually puts the twins in danger because she didn't know or had any idea that black magic was in the thing???.. what about the times when hope had to make a scarfice just to save them?? What happen when hope had to choose between her happiness and what she wants just to save the super squad huh??? The super squad has never and I mean never had to scarfice anything like hope has been doing for the last 4 season it's always hope doing the scarfice's and saving the squad asses & see they can't even function without her rn🤦 but the one time hope choose's her self and what she wanted she can never hear the end of it from them🙄... In season 3 after Landon died I don't see one person who had actually been there for hope emotionally not one, where tf was Josie ??? Umm came back from sometime with her mother and went to a new school I don't think she and hope even interacted after 4x05 or even asked hope how she was feeling went to a new school and dealing with realtionship drama until again when she saw hope she needed convincing to help hope ( still don't know how kb said hope was her blind spot💆) but anyways you have mg where was he??? Oh he hid the ascendant from hope says he didn't want him or the super squad risk going in the prison world for Landon cause he's scared you're a fcking supernatural for crying out loud and Landon is human then he left the school and went to mystic falls... Kaleb busy obsessing over Cleo, Lizzie annoyed me alot in season 3 and Cleo she did the most damage with the fake Landon and then wanted to kill hope, so who tf was there for hope huh??? 4x01 & 4x02 just annoyed tf outta me, and now they all wanna be friends?? That's not friendship.. now wanting hope to turn on her humanity without a good reason not one gave her a reason to come back they made it about what there feeling or what they wanted...

Landon has been there for hope in ways that they haven't and the writers need to stop killing off Landon 2 cause it's not good for hopes mental health and they need to write better friendships.. and the antis needs to take a look outside of ships and pay attention and put aside there hate for Landon/handon and pay attention, and the anti's wouldn't be a good friend to hope either if they wanted hope to move on from Landon this quickly.. yeah we understand that they want hopes own storyline we been wanting that and landon's own storyline too, but u"all just watching for your ship and not actually paying attention...

block all antis don't let them take your safe place from you with there hypocrite behavior, ily bestie sorry this is Soo long😭😭❤️❤️.....

Thank you, bestie. 🥺 I’m trying not to let them get to me. Quite frustrating when they sent 12 more asks to this blog and a couple to my Landon blog as well. All coming from the same person too, I’m pretty sure. But idc about an anti’s opinions. It’s just absurd. I’m so tired, like I’ve posted SO much on this blog that disproves everything they’re saying yet they still come to me with all of that. Clearly not actually reading or understanding what I post. And the way I could have gone through the whole show and given all the reasons why their arguments are so far from the truth, but there’s just no point because there’s no reasoning with these people. And literally everything you said! Exactly, Hope put the twins in danger one time, she apologized, no one ended up getting hurt. Where that anon was getting the idea that Hope’s love for Landon hurts people is beyond me. And so true, Hope is always making sacrifices for the squad, Hope and Landon are the ones who end up getting hurt because of their fake friends, not the other way around. You’re right, the squad doesn’t make any sacrifices, it’s always Hope. And they really have become so reliant on her, that’s the main reason they want her back right now. But yeah, Hope can’t do anything for herself or for Landon without them all holding it against her.

And season 3 says it all when it comes to just how badly the squad treats Hope and Landon. Anyone who’s a true stan of either of them noticed it and has been bothered by it. If people aren’t seeing what’s so obvious to the point it’s gotten disturbing, then idk what to say. Even at the very start, in 3x01, no one cared about Hope or Landon except Raf and Alaric. They all knew what had happened to Landon, though I don’t think they knew the details of Hope not waking up, but they knew she was having a hard time. I think Wade was the only one who asked about Landon, but no one else was concerned about either of them. Raf was the only one who was trying to do all he could to get them both back, the rest of them went outside to play without even mentioning Hope or Landon. And you’re right, literally no one was there for Hope when she lost Landon. Yep, Josie and Hope didn’t even interact till 3x08 because Josie left right when Hope was grieving, didn’t say a word to her or make any effort to be there for her or help her. And only interacted with Hope in 3x08 because Hope had to go to her for help, which took a ton of convincing, like you said. And again in 3x11, it took how long for her to finally decide to help save Hope’s life when Hope didn’t have much time at all? (Who knows if Kaylee even said that Hope is Josie’s blind spot though, those fans could’ve just made that up, or she just told them what they wanted to hear.) And yeah, then the fact that MG was hiding the ascendant that whole time while Hope was in pain? And in 3x06 when Hope was not well enough to do the tour for the school and he was supposed to take over from her, what did he do? He said no, and that he needed time for himself after what happened with Alyssa? Right in front of Hope, who is standing there, overwhelmed with grief? And also like you said, he was too scared to go to the prison world, when he’s a vampire, and should be able to defend himself from monsters, when Landon had been surviving there with no supernatural powers at all? I can’t. And then he didn’t even feel guilty for lying about the ascendant, he was more upset over no one wanting to sit by him at breakfast. And then when not everyone agreed with him about not going to save Landon, he went off to pout and then just left the school altogether. But not before he took the ascendant AGAIN. And yeah, Kaleb was just wanting to spend time with Cleo. But before that, also when Hope was grieving in 3x06 and was losing control of her magic in the gym, he didn’t even care about how she was feeling. He just wanted her to get control of herself so that the tour would go well. And Lizzie did nothing for Hope either, she annoyed me too. She didn’t do anything to help Hope or comfort her. She compared what Hope was going through and Landon dying to how she felt when she found out about MG and Alyssa... (and also later made the comparison about Sebastian when Hope was trying to find Landon in the prison world). And then she pushed Hope to help her with the tour for the school even when Hope said she couldn’t be around people. Also insulted Hope to her face, “forgive me for prioritizing that over your emotional needs for once,” when Hope was still in the middle of grieving, and Lizzie hadn’t been doing anything to prioritize her emotional needs? And then her saying “you’re only there for us when you need something”?? Which is a total lie and is so insulting to Hope when she’s sacrificed so much for all of them and to be there for them. Then of course Lizzie siding with MG in 3x08, the way she treated Hope in 3x09... And yeah, just all of what Cleo did to Hope. She manipulated Hope when she was at her most vulnerable and kept her from saving Landon. Then traumatized her by stabbing her, almost burned her alive... it’s all so messed up. And yeah, then the start of season 4 was all kinds of wrong with them gaslighting Hope and lying to her. Idk how we’re supposed to see any of these people as Hope’s friends. And I totally agree with you, they’ve not given Hope any reason to want to turn her humanity back on, not offered her any help or support. And the fact that all of this isn’t even everything but I won’t make this any longer than it already is.

And absolutely, Landon is the one who has truly been there for Hope, and the way they keep having him die is so wrong and has been so harmful for both Hope and Landon. And I wish they’d write better friendships, the problem is idk how they’d even fix the damage that’s been done at this point. The antis clearly can’t see past their own hatred though, they’re not seeing the obvious. And no way would they be a good friend to Hope, everything that anon said, everything I’ve seen so many other antis say... yikes. And there’s a huge difference between wanting Hope to have more of her own individual storyline and all the other crap that they say. They really are just watching for their ship, they’re missing everything else.

I did block the anon, hopefully I won’t hear from them again. But thank you so much bestie, ily and appreciate the support. 🥺 And don’t apologize! My response is a lot longer, sorry, haha. But thank you for sending this!

[sakuramidnight15]

If you haven't seen part one. Then the link the post is here

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Warning: Obsessive, Stalking and even Violence and Blood. You have been warned.

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Slowly waking up and regaining consciousness, the young brunette found herself in a dark and abandoned jail cell. She remembered going to the bathroom for a while until an sweet aroma has putted her to sleep for a while.

Amelia tried to move around she found herself tied up in a chair and her mouth was covered to prevent her from calling for help.

Amelia: (In her head): What the... What happened...? And where am I...?!

She tried to move until she heard familiar footsteps coming.

Amelia: (In her head): H-huh?! Whose there...?!

???: Ahh~ Ami-chan~ You’re finally awake~

Her yellow eyes went wide. She was facing someone... Who was in front of her.

He has black hair and black eyes... There was no mistaken it...

(^This is what her ex looks like, I named him Kaleb and also he’s a normal human but couldn’t do magic^)

Amelia: (In her head): K-Kaleb...

Kaleb: It’s been awhile, Ami-chan~ *Removes the tape from her mouth*

Amelia: W-what... How did you...

Kaleb: Fufufu~ Did you really think I couldn’t find you? After all, it didn’t take long for me... Ami-chan~

Amelia: Y-You...!! Let me out you psycho!!

Kaleb: You know I can’t do that, after all this is all for your own good. I can’t imagine someone else take you away from me. 

Amelia: *Grits her teeth* Grr... you... This is just another of your selfish reasons! Do you have any ideas of what you just did back in the past...?

Kaleb: Why, protecting you from danger of course-

Amelia: YOU’RE WRONG! 

Kaleb: ?!

Amelia: If I remember right... You killed so many innocent half-animals that bullied me after I met you... You even driven one of them to commit suicide! What else, you even killed your only mother despite she abusive towards you... What even worse after all of that...? YOU EVEN DARE TO ATTACK MY LITTLE BROTHER AND TOOK MY FREEDOM AWAY!!! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEAS OF WHAT YOU PUTTED ME THROUGH?!

Kaleb: A-Ami-chan, but they were-

Amelia: They were what?! Dangerous to me?! Don't make me laugh!!

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Amelia: None of this would have happened... If I haven't met you... I was too naive to realize it... But now I finally know the truth... *Glares at her ex till her eyes turned into a very dark fire-like orange*

Amelia: If I had known the truth about you... Then my past life would have taken a worse turn!! I REALLY BLAME AND HATE YOU!! DID YOU KNOW THAT?!

It was Amelia's final words towards her ex, the bottled up anger that she has kept for a long time ever since she was murdered in his hands. Kaleb was silent till...

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Kaleb: I knew you were going to say that... I wondered what happened to the Amelia that i used to know... But if I can't have you...

Kaleb: ...then no one can... *Pulls out his knife*

Amelia: ?!

It was then the phone was ringing loudly upstairs, Kaleb looked at the nearby door that locates the stairs and was looking pretty much annoyed.

Kaleb: Tch... What an annoyance.

Without hesitation, he left the room to answer the phone. With Kaleb was now gone, Amelia had to escape now. Luckily she had her butterfly knife that was kept in her pockets and was now ready and easily cut the ropes.

Amelia: (In her head): I need to get out of here... The others are waiting for me! But is there even-! I got it!

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After answering the call upstairs, Kaleb went down stairs to check on Amelia, but when he opened the door, he found an empty chair and the ropes were cut.

Kaleb: A-Ami-chan...?

The black-haired boy didn't hesitate to look around the abandoned jail cell to find his prized possession, unaware that something was beeping...

The bomb exploded the whole cell, causing the room to shake like an earthquake, the pile of rubble fell from above and trapped Kaleb and was injured immediately.

After the explosion, Amelia had made a quick escape of the room and went back into the woods while Kaleb screamed inside the rubble he was trapped in.

Kaleb: AMI!!! DON'T YOU DARE LEAVE ME!!

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*Meanwhile, in the woods a bit far from the Ramshackle Dorm*

It was before long when Lynette and the SIDC heard the explosion.

Lynette: (In her head): Wait could it be...!!

Lynette: Freya!! Find the source of that explosion!!

Freya: There's a nearby abandoned house close by!! It's not that far!!

Lynette: Alright!! Everyone get moving now!!

[handonhaven]

Everything in your recent post was everything I was just about to send you. Looks like you beat me to it. But yea I don't understand why more people aren't talking about that. Bc then what was the point of season 3 then? If they were just going to throw out all that delvopment and character growth out the window. Isn't the point to have the characters keep moving forward and not continuously staying in the same place? And what was the point of having Hope saying for once she's not gonna sacrifice what she loves just to save everyone else and that Landon is the one person on the planet she can't bring herself to fight, if they were just going to have her do just that anyways. I swear this is just some weird terrible OOC way to not only end the Malivore storyline but to also make Hope a full tribird and start that storyline. The whole thing is just so UGH! Like I'm at the point where to me the only parts of season 3 that are cannon is episodes 3x01-4(minus the part where Landon melts, in my head that just never happened. It just ends with Handon happy and laughing in each other's arms). Everything else isn't cannon to me, the writers can keep the rest of season 3. With its back tracking, inconsistencies and OOC writing and fan service lines.

And depending on how 4x04 goes I might be going on a week long rant. Maybe longer.

P.S I just want to add that if after what Kaleb did and he still gets the girl(not only would I be pissed) it will solidify my belief that writers believe that if you're a terrible person or do terrible things then you get rewarded. But if you're a good person and always try to do the right thing then you get punished and have to suffer. AKA the running theme with Hope and Landon since season 1.

I’m so glad to hear that! That was just me getting out all my thoughts I’ve had since last week because it’s been driving me nuts. But it helps to know someone feels the same way. And I honestly don’t get why no one is talking about it and why Handon fans seem fine with it? Like they basically screwed Handon over last episode. They totally went against all they established with Handon’s storyline last season, with Hope most of all, and it does make me wonder what the point of it was. Exactly, I thought Hope was supposed to move forwards not go backwards. They’ve already established how selfless she is, but it’s cruel to keep making her give up everything and never get to choose her happiness. Especially when, like you said, they had her saying that line about not sacrificing her happiness for once. I really feel like they should’ve found a balance where she chooses both this time. Where she makes the selfless choice by becoming the tribrid but she also gets to choose to find a way to save Landon too. Some sacrifice, but happiness as well. Not just sacrifice after sacrifice. Because with both her and Landon, it seems the sacrifices will never end. And yeah, her saying Landon is the one person she can’t bring herself to fight, and yet that ends up meaning nothing if she’s gonna kill him... it really is so ooc and they’re definitely doing this solely for the plot and to make tribrid Hope happen and wrap up Malivore’s storyline. And apparently without even considering everything they had Hope say and do before 4x03 and staying true to that. It’s so infuriating. But ikr! This past week I’ve honestly just been wanting to go back to 3x04 before Landon dissolved and have it cut off there. And I could have been more okay with season 3 if they were gonna end these storylines right, which it doesn’t seem like they will. And they could’ve done so much with these past few episodes, it could’ve been so good, but nope. So yeah, I might have to do the same as you and just not consider the rest of season 3 canon, I certainly don’t consider 4x03 canon! I’m just gonna imagine my own version of these episodes and try to forget about all the crappy writing and that’s how I’ll cope.

And yeah, I’m definitely worried about 4x04. Unless a miracle happens, I’m sure I’ll be ranting or I might just wanna give up because I don’t think it’ll end well, especially if Hope kills Landon. Just the whole concept of Hope killing Landon is sick and wrong. I find it so ironic how they’ll talk about how Legacies is supposed to be “lighter” and “sunnier” and more positive, EXCEPT when it comes to Hope and Landon apparently. They have both been through such dark stuff constantly, which is already unreal, but now this? Like when in tvdu have they ever had a main couple where one of them killed the other (on purpose, with their own free will, and believing it was permanent)? The only one I can think of is Tyler killing Liv, and they weren’t as big of a couple, but Tyler only did it because Liv wanted him to and she was dying anyway. That’s it. But naturally, they would do this to Hope and Landon, which is incredibly dark. It’s just messed up. I think the only way I’ll be able to deal with it if it happens tonight is if Hope kills him believing he’ll come back. Otherwise it’s probably gonna make me sick tbh.

And for sure, I’ll be so pissed if Kaleb gets away with this and gets the girl, but I also won’t be surprised. You’re so right though, that’s literally been the theme all this time when it comes to Handon. With them being punished no matter how good they are, while anyone else can do awful things and get what they want and it’s excused. That’s just how this show goes. But I will say that the one good thing that could come out of Kaleb getting the girl is that it would keep Cleo away from Landon. Because with the way their interactions were in 4x02 (if that was really Landon) and Cleo saying she’d have to kiss him, I’ve got a bad feeling if that was supposed to mean something, if that was meant to be some foreshadowing. Obviously it would make no sense for the characters, especially Landon, and you’d think the writers would never. But with all they’ve done, at this point, I actually believe they would go there, I don’t trust them anymore. But I hope I’m wrong.