Thread: Hunting for Purpose- Lavi Bookman

RE Hunting for Purpose Nothing happened that night much to his surprise and Tristan spent most of the night awake and alert just in case the assassin was waiting until he fell asleep in order to strike. The only thing that made him start was when a bird smacked into the window and when morning came, Tristan woke up with a start, realizing that he had fallen asleep despite his best efforts not to and cursed. He instantly went in search of Carlos and when he had made sure the other male was still alive, the two of them set off to get something to fill their empty stomachs. But even then, Tristan was on the lookout to make sure no one could get the jump on them because now would be the perfect opportunity to strike in the midst of a crowd since it would be hard to get a reading on anyone in particular. Even if he managed to spot him, Tristan would have a hard time catching up without involving innocent people too. He wasn't surprised when people started to scream and turned around to grab Carlos by the arm in order to drag him out of harm's way but found the other male had stopped to buy something from a stand nearby. Fuck, he didn't have enough time to pull him out of the way and so he ran towards Carlos and dived towards the other male. Tristan tackled Carlos and sent both of them flying onto the ground as he shielded the other with his own body, not thinking about the consequences of doing such a thing at the moment. But he was surprised when he heard the sound of someone screaming in pain and looked up to see a stranger with a large gaping hole in his chest that looked as if it had come from an arrow. Not to mention the fact that there was an arrow in the man's head too. Safe to say it had probably come from the one who had raped him last night. But why? It didn't make sense. Why would his rapist protect him from being taken out? Didn't he want to kill Carlos too? He couldn't see anyone around them but the arrow had come from an angle and if he was right, the man should be up above somewhere. Tristan looked up and saw Falin standing up on one of the rooftops and stared at him for a moment until Carlos grabbed his wrist and jerked him off his feet as the two followed the stream of people who were running away from the crime scene. Once things had calmed down, Tristan looked back over at Carlos who was stuffing his face with random food he had bought off the street. They bought some food at a nearby market and then made their way back to the hotel since it seemed like the safest place at the moment. After all, Falin hadn't broken into the place yesterday nor had he paid either of them a visit which probably meant he hadn't found it yet which was good. Tristan let out a sigh as he took out a six pack of beer and set it down on the table in front of the two of them. He and Carlos were going to watch a sports game on television while they drank and snacked on the food they had gotten earlier. Once the game was over, they watched a few movies and the other male fell asleep on the couch, exhausted from his active day today. Tristan placed a sheet over him, not wanting to disturb the other male and then headed for the bedroom, yawning along the way. He took off his socks, shirt and pants - his shoes already lying by the front door - and got into bed wearing only his boxers. It was more comfortable this way and closed his eyes, wanting to enjoy the peace and quiet while it lasted. He was sure tomorrow or the next day the assassin would come after them again and wasn't looking forward to that in the least.