Thread: Hunting for Purpose- Lavi Bookman

RE Hunting for Purpose Carlos looked astonished. he collapsed!?... maybe that's why he looked sorta drunk when he let me go... he was sort of... stumbly. Carlos admitted shaking his head a little. maybe he thought the fight was finished because he collapsed...? after all, he passed out. you could easily have killed him or tied him up... maybe he thought o that as a loss? frankly i'm surprised he kept his word at all... he was pretty pissed... when the bath was mentioned Carlos blushed a little. no i did not take a bath, it's just sitting there int he middle of the room! he complained, sulking at Tristan before looking down at the stairs and freezing as he saw Falin sitting at the table. he was terrified of the assassin, a danger or not Falin just instilled a sensation of terror into a person. fuck you! go away! Falin demanded, staggering to his feet. i don't need no fucking doctor! why should you even fucking care!? i'm out to kill you, you stupid bastard! he complained clutching his head. it's fine! he spat when Carlos moved forward to try and steady the Assassin. Go away! Why the Hell do you even care!? i'll fucking Kill you! ...if... if you where going to kill us... you'd have done it already... Falin snarled, his eyes flashing with utter Fury at Carlos's comment, the young man squeaking in horror before Falin sighed and sagged back into his chair, still holding his head. it's fine... the doctors can't do anything for it... it will heal over on it's own. he stated simply. if it doesn't i have my own doctor who comes and fixes it. he stated simply. i've had it all my life and it aint killed me yet. he admitted simply, his eyes closed, sounding tired, weary. you shouldn't even be here you stupid bastard... Falin complained, scowling at them. look, we just want to help... Carlos complained softly, Falin snarling, furious again and in an instant a gun was in his hands and three rounds went off, Carlos freezing... but Falin hadn't hit him, there where three tiny holes in the wall behind him, showing they'd missed by a hair and Falin's eyes narrowed as he aimed the gun again, clear, perfect shot. the next one won't miss. he hissed, fury in his voice and Carlos, who had never claimed to be brave... simply fled back up the ladder, yelling that he'd be at the hotel. the gun moved to Tristan, but as soon as Falin sighted in on the other his hand wobbled a little, and he quickly dropped the gun, panting before he shot accidentally. no need to kill his Prey after all. he closed hs eyes, trembling as he struggled to stay awake against the pain that was swamping him... he just wanted to crawl into his bath with a nice bubble, or salt, and just soak away the pain, but clearly that wasn't going to happen. i want you to go away... you confuse me.. he complained, glaring at Tristan before a flash of something... else, struck his eyes. ...tell you what. if you want me to go back to the hospital so badly, then we'll make another deal. if i go to the hospital, then you have to be mine. he ordered, his desire for the other man still there. he wanted Tristan, he really did, he just wasn't sure why, or what for. sure, sex, that was obvious, but clearly his desire for Tristan wasn't just physical. if you take me to the hospital, then you have to do anything i tell you to. either the other would agree, or the other would leave... a win win situation.