Thread: Hunting for Purpose- Lavi Bookman

RE Hunting for Purpose Falin stared at Tristen for a long moment, looking confused at the other. you don't... want to fight me? he asked, sounding so confused it was almost cute. i don't understand... i shot your freind... i taunted you... i raped you, now i have taken your... toy, and still you... he frowned, confused as he blinked at Tristen. i do not understand how you work... he admitted, tapping his own head. there is something inside of you that... that just... is strange... he admitted simply. i have had other Targets get away before, people saving them, trying to protect them... but never has someone tried to protect them for so long.. he admitted simply. why do you try to save this Carlos, when even Brother abandoned Brother to my Bow? is he a lover of yours? a father? i do not understand... why do you still protect him!? Falin asked, struggling to understand Tristan. it was almost as if Falin simply didn't understand the concept of kindness, almost as if Falin didn't... understand why he was even doing the things he was doing... like a child pulling on the little girls pigtails, because he didn't understand that he liked her. in ways, Falin was almost childlike. you are pretty, and strong and that is why i originally desired you for myself... but there are other things now... Falin admitted, frowning. things i don't understand... you are not like most people... he admitted, studying Tristan. if you can beat me. i will give you your Carlos back. he promised simply. if i beat you... he paused, struggling to decide. if i beat you, then you have to be mine. he ordered simply. if you refuse to fight... i will kill the Carlos... and then i will kill any family, or freinds you have. i will make you watch them die. he promised staring at Tristan before he pulled an arrow from his Quiver, aiming it at Tristan, his eyes a deadly serious to them as he stared at the other. you can try to run... but i will always find you. and with that, he released the arrow, which missed it's target on purpose, Falin striking at Tristan with a ferocity that told anyone watching that he really didn't want to lose. the fight was more even this time, with neither gaining the advantage over the other. at some point Tristan had broken Falin's bow, and the man had screamed, as if Tristan had broken his best freind. all weapons where abandoned then as Falin went for the hands on approach to taking down his adversary. then, without warning Falin Staggered with a cry of pain, clapping a hand to his head as one of the most debilitating pains he had ever known shot through his head. a Migraine. he cried out in pain and staggered, avoiding a blow by inches and fell to his hands and knees. it was rare that one of his migraines would hit without any warning, and he was suddenly at the complete mercy of Tristan. his only relief was knowing that Tristan needed him alive to find Carlos. so it wasn't like Tristan was going to kill him yet. Falin cried out again, clutching his head as he rolled up into a tight ball, let out a sob, and went still and silent as he passed out from the pain of the migraine alone. it was all probobly very shocking to Tristan, who hadn't landed a blow to Falin's head... at least there hadn't been any witnesses. Tristan could do whatever he wanted to Falin now. take him home tie him up and torture him for information. take him tot he hospital and turn him into the police. or take him home and rape the hell out of Falin... though, knowing the assassin, he'd only enjoy it. it was all up to Tristan to decide now.