Thread: The Hunted

Falin smirked as the other blushed, it was cute, and amusing... maybe he might get more than just an assistant... or bait, out of this after all. he smirked at the others expression at all the weapons and examined the fearful expression on Alex's face. it was so amusing, that just the sight of a weapon could throw the other man into such a fight that he might actually piss himself. he spent the next hour honing and cleaning his weapons. his eyes narrowed as he strapped everything back onto his person and waited. he stared at Alex when he walked back in, lifting an eyebrow. i can imagine some of your bosses where unhappy with your sudden termination. he stated simply, standing up. come. he ordered. we are going shopping. your house is inadequately stocked, you have filthy clothes, and no weapons. he stated simply, leading the way to the door. we shall get your clothing first. he stated simply. the Movers are already on their way. they will stock your house while we are out. Falin gave no room for argument. in public, you will refer to me as Falin. he ordered. it is the only name i own, and you will not butcher it with pathetic nicknames. it is Falin, or if you are incapable of pronouncing such a simple name, it will be Sir, are we understood? he demanded, staring at Alex before nodding. good, i am glad you understand. and with that, he led Alex into a ratty looking store. clearly this place was one of the 'black market' places that everyone was always warned to never go into. Falin picked up a box there, money traded hands, and then they went into a more normal clothing store... where Falin bought Alex everything. shoes, underwear, socks, slacks, jeans, leathers, shirts, both the T-shirt and the button up kind. everything was of the highest quality, silk, Egyptian cotton... when the bill was over three thousand dollars, it was clear that Falin was loaded. now that you have proper clothes, you will be decently attired immediately. Falin ordered, pointing to the bathroom. you will put these on. he ordered throwing a pair of black slacks and a silk button up shirt at Alex, along with socks, underwear and shoes. go get dressed and toss those ratty things in the garbage where they belong. Falin ordered. he was such a bossy thing, but new cloths where new clothes. clearly Falin was fully intending on making Alex into more than just bait or something equally displeasing. much better... but you need a haircut. Falin complained giving Alex's hair a dissatisfied look. they went to get a haircut next, and when that was done, Falin knew Alex would look more like a person instead of a street rat. we'll be getting your weapons next... you will not touch anything, you will not speak. Falin ordered before pausing, studying the other. ...you know what? maybe you had better just go home. he ordered passing all of the clothes bags over to Alex, sending the boy home... not that he'd recognize it. the house had been tended to while they had been out. the outside was graced with a new paint job and a lawn clipping, and the inside was full of furniture again, and even decorations. it looked like a properly tended house again, and there was even food in the fridge and cupboards. Falin was bossy, but it was clear he took care of what belonged to him.