Thread: Hunting for Purpose- Lavi Bookman

RE Hunting for Purpose Falin was clearly not understanding what Tristan was saying... he understood the words but it was like they just didn't make sense. people are always killing and raping other people. Falin stated, frowning. you are the first person i've ever met who has never done either... even Carlos has killed someone. though Carlos had already admitted to that, it had been in self defense though... Falin didn't seem to understand the difference. in fact there was a lot about Falin that was starting to... make sense. he had always been around bad people, so he did bad things thinking they where normal... really, Falin just... didn't know better. to Falin, rape and murder was normal, and it was Tristan who was the strange abnormal one. he agreed to the deal of course, but refused to answer what being his would entail... honestly, Falin wasn't even sure himself. all he knew was that he wanted Tristan, and he always got what he wanted... eventually. he was a little pissed when his migraine struck, it meant that he had lost... he had to give Carlos back.... dammit. he was still and pale when Tristan rolled him onto his back, and didn't even twitch at the soft, almost nice touches that the other gave him. as he waited, a Hospital nurse suddenly called him about two hours later, informing him that his... freind, had disappeared. she informed Tristan that it was very important that his freind return, that there was a bleeding in his brain that could kill him. it was very troubling, but not unexpected that Falin should simply escape the hospital. and from Falin's reaction to the pain, it probobly wasn't the first time that it had happened. an hour after the nurse had called, Carlos showed up at the park, looking shaken, but completely unharmed. it... the Assassin! he stuttered shaking his head. i thought i was dead! i woke up in this strange place... couldn't get out! there weren't any doors or windows! he admitted, stumbling over his own words. i waited and waited for the air to run out but it never did, i guess there where little vents all over or something... the Assassin came in... he was super pissed! Carlos admitted. he was cradling his head like he was in pain and he told me to get the fuck out... so i did! Carlos admitted swallowing thickly. he told me that you where in 'the fucking park' so i came here.. he admitted blinking at Tristan, staring at the broken Bow on the ground. what happened?! it was rather surprising to think that an Assassin would honor his word like that. one would think he would have kept Carlos anyway and used the boy to blackmail Tristan instead, but Falin had let him go... which spoke of a Moral code that one wouldn't think to apply to an assassin, or any criminal really. ...Tristan... i could... show you? it's not far away... Carlos admitted, biting his lip. he was in bad shape... Carlos was a good guy, just like Tristan. and the thought of someone dying in some underground bunker, never to be found again.... that troubled Carlos, deep. he was a very spiritual man, and he felt that even murderers deserved a proper burial. so, with his backup. he led the way to a small water fountain, and tipped it back, revealing a rather nicely sized hole, with a ladder underneath. this is where i came up. he admitted. the thing closed behind me... there's another hatch at the bottom... it might be locked... Carlos admitted, biting his lip. it was pretty big... about house sized, though there weren't any walls... just piles of crap laying around... there was lots of socks, and a lot of underwear... and a shit load of bath goodies... you know like those bath fizzies and smelly bubble baths and crap like that... his bathtub was HUGE! Carlos admitted, babbling because he was nervous. once down the ladder, they would find the door not locked, and it was easy to kick the ladder down to the floor. and inside was just as Carlos described it. there where socks, and underwear all over, some of them where pretty damn cute for an assassin. there was a massive hot tub sized bath sunk into the concrete floor, and a large bed over in the corner. there where dressers everywhere, rather large ones. there's weapons in the dressers... all locked. he has guns, and knives... Carlos whispered softly as his eyes fell on Falin, who was sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in his hands. ...what the FUCK are you doing!? Falin demanded, scowling. i told you to get the hell out! he spat at Carlos, ignoring Tristan... he looked almost... embarrassed, like passing out because of a bleeding in the brain was something to be embarrassed about... well, at least Falin wasn't attacking them yet... then again, he probobly couldn't.