Thread: Hunting for Purpose- Lavi Bookman

RE Hunting for Purpose Tristan blinked when Falin expressed confusion over his words and for a brief second he found his reaction rather cute although he quickly banished that thought almost as soon as it had popped up, hating himself for even thinking of such a thing in the first place! When Falin mentioned how he had raped him, the blond's cheeks colored in anger and embarrassment, the former due to the sordid act that had been forced upon him and the latter because he couldn't help but remember how it had felt after a time. He still considered it rape but now and then it had actually felt good when his prostate had been thrust up against and he couldn't deny his body had enjoyed it, even if Tristan hadn't. But he didn't want to think about all that and he was frustrated that Falin had brought the matter up right now. No, there is something strange about you! Trying to kill people all the time, kidnapping and raping them at your whim, normal people don't do that! Tristan exclaimed, his hands curling into fists as he struggled to remain in control of himself, there was no telling what might happen if he attacked him. He frowned when Falin asked why he protected Carlos and what made him continue to do so. I want to help people. That's what my purpose is in life. The blond informed the assassin, even though he wasn't sure if Falin would understand. But that was the truth, he wanted to help everyone. Mostly because he wanted to make the world a better place. I can't forgive you for doing that to me but I need to make sure Carlos is safe before I get my revenge. He explained although his version of revenge was different from most people. Tristan flushed when Falin asked if Carlos was a lover or father to him and shook his head quickly. No! I'm not interested in men, even if you are! Why did he automatically think Tristan was gay just because he had raped him? The blond averted his eyes from the assassin, feeling uncomfortable looking at him and crossed his arms against his chest in a defensive manner. He returned his attention to Falin when the other male started to talk about why he desired him. The assassin told him if he could beat him, he would give Carlos back. For some reason, he found his heart beating a little faster than usual. That was probably due to adrenaline though, nothing to worry about. Hold on, why do I have to be yours if you win?! He exclaimed, not liking this whole arrangement in the least. If I win, not only do you have to give back Carlos but you have to promise never to try and hurt or kill him again! If you agree to these terms, then sure I'll be yours if you win. Tristan paused and frowned after he had spoken. What exactly does 'being yours' entail? He asked, wondering if he should have asked that question beforehand. That might have been important, he thought to himself. The blond narrowed his eyes when Falin spoke of going after his family and friends if he didn't fight him. Well, that certainly put all the cards on the table. His parents were divorced and split up in different states but he was sure Falin could find them being an assassin. And his younger brother Kai was in his last year of high school which would be over in a few weeks but still, it wouldn't be hard to find him either. So the fight began and for the first few hours, it was a pretty even match with neither one getting the upper hand. Tristan did manage to break Falin's bow at some point which caused the assassin to scream, startling him enough that he took a few steps backward. This in turn, allowed Falin to recover and the fight continued. But now that Falin had gone to hand-to-hand combat, Tristan had an advantage since this was his specialty. Slowly, he began to come out on top until the assassin suddenly cried out and staggered back with a hand to his head. The blond wasn't sure what to make of this and stopped his fist from connecting with Falin's face with a centimeter to spare. A feint? No, this was real. Tristan narrowed his eyes as he watched the other male for a few seconds. The assassin suddenly went silent and still and Tristan warily leaned down to poke him in the shoulder. Nothing happened. He decided to take a chance and knelt down to roll him over onto his back and saw that Falin had passed out. Eh? He couldn't see any injuries on the outside but that didn't mean there wasn't something on the inside. The blond chewed on his lip as he looked down at the other male. One of his hands stretched out and ran down Falin's frame from his neck to the inside of his inner thigh. It was tempting to rape him here but he pushed the thought aside and stooped to take him up onto his shoulders. Then, he headed for the nearest hospital and left him there after filling out all the necessary paperwork, accepting the bill as his own. He told the staff to tell Falin to call him when he got released and left his cell phone number there. As an added precaution, he scribbled down his name and number onto a piece of paper and stuffed it into Falin's pocket. Then, he left the hospital and headed back to the park where they had fought earlier. He was fairly certain Falin would return here if he didn't call him and he wanted to be ready in case Carlos was somewhere nearby.