Thread: Hunting for Purpose- Lavi Bookman

RE Hunting for Purpose Falin couldn't beleive he had let the other get in so many good hits... he had a fucking broken nose! Falin was NOT happy, that was for sure... still, it took him only ten minutes to patch himself up, stitching the bullet wound closed, it had only been a graze, painful, but not deep, and it took him little time to have it sewn shut and bandaged. his nose he set himself as well, and used a bandage to hold it in place for the time being. it was easy to follow the Ambulance to the hospital, and even easier to slip inside. he stood out of sight, and watched Tristan though narrowed, but interested eyes. the man was just so beautiful, and so very talented. he'd never had someone best him in a fight before, and true it was only because he had underestimated Tristan and had let the other get the slip on him.... it was still true. the blond had bested him, and that made him even more interesting. Falin had no more interest in Carlos, the man could live, Falin didn't care... now he wanted Tristan... either those pretty blue green eyes in a jar, or the man under him... he didn't care, but he WOULD have him in some form. he grimaced as sharp pain lanced through his head, he was getting another migraine. he would be alright for another few hours, he would get what he wanted before then. it was easy to steal a nurses uniform, and a mask, cover his red hair with a cap and put in contacts to hide his golden eyes, turning them a rather dull black. Tristan wouldn't recognize him, and with Carlos still asleep from the non lethal poison he couldn't tattle. he grabbed a clipboard and headed into Carlos's room, glancing at Tristan with a raised eyebrow. well, you two are a mess... got into a bar fight? Falin asked, his tone light and Airy as he carefully took Carlos's blood pressure. lets see... Carlos Sanchez. Falin stated calmly as he wrote down the blood pressure. blood pressure is good... so what's your name? he asked glancing at Tristan. Visiting hours are going to be over soon, only Family will be able to stay. Falin warned, exactly the same thing that another nurse had told Tristan. have you been looked at? you look pretty banged up yourself... he glanced at the clipboard, looking shocked. shot by an Arrow!? he demanded, stunned. archery accident... don't get many of those. Falin was enjoying this little roleplay. he listened to Carlos's heart and nodded a little. as soon as he wakes up, he should be released. the wound has been cleaned and stitched up. he's not in any danger... hmm... we should run a tox-screen, he should have woken up by now... Falin murmured, because killing a sleeping man was boring. Carlos would be awake by morning, and be released from the hospital once the Tox-screen came back as a common heavy duty sleeping drug. then the chase would be on... the chase, not for Carlos, but for Tristan. oh.. Falin purred as he stepped out of the room, pausing to glance at Tristan with a sadistic little smirk as he pulled his mask down. thanks for your name Pretty one... i'll be seeing you soon... killing sleeping men, just isn't fun... he teased, well aware that Tristan would be gettign the Guards as soon as Falin stepped out of the doorway. Carlos is safe for now, My Tristan, but as soon as he wakes... i'll be seeing you again. he teased, laughing as he vanished into a crowd of nurses who where racing past, headed for Trauma. and in an instant Falin was gone, the Game had begun... the only question now was.. how Tristan was going to react to this.