Thread: Hunting for Purpose- Lavi Bookman

RE Hunting for Purpose Falin laughed at the others fear, and snickered at the others struggles to get free, simply vanishing because he knew, short of chewing his own arms off, Tristan wasn't going to go anywhere. of course, he had planned on Carlos freeing Tristan, so he didn't bother going back to Tristan's. there was no point. he laughed a little as he walked along the road, following behind Tristan and Carlos silently, blending in easily with the crowd, watching where they stayed, pondering the best way to go about breaking in and tormenting Tristan again. he chuckled a little to himself again, and decided that the best thing to do, would be to do nothing. not a damn thing, he was going to simply let Tristan relax, thinking that the assassin had gotten bored or something... unfortunately. he wasn't that lucky, because he wasn't the only person looking to kill Carlos now. when Falin had 'failed' to kill Carlos, the people who wanted him dead, hired another Assassin. they where not bothered at all during the night, not even a bird smacked into the window, giving Carlos a well rested night, and if Tristan fell asleep, he at least wasn't bothered, though Falin watched him through the window all night, an amused smirk on the Assassins face. Falin loved being able to go days, even weeks without sleep. he suffered for it later, but he could easily function on little to no sleep for inhuman lengths of time. and so, in the morning he watched Carlos get up, and tell Tristan that he was going to go and get food from a local restaurant, watched the two of them slip into the crowds, trying to stay hidden... and watched the new assassin slip after the two, clearly intending on killing them both. Falin wasn't sure how, but word had spread that someone was protecting Carlos, and now the Hit was out on him as well. Falin couldn't allow that, no, he certainly couldn't. he followed along the roofs, and kept his eye on the other Assassin, who pulled a gun out in the middle of the crowds, everyone screaming as thy dove out of the way, wary of being shot as they scrambled for safety, leaving Carlos and Tristan without the cover of the crowds. Tristan was too far away to do anything but shove Carlos out of the way and try and duck for cover himself, but just as the finger settled on the trigger, an Arrow drove itself into the Assassins chest so hard that the arrow entered, and then left, striking the asphalt of the road, leaving nothing but a gaping hole in the assassins chest, who started to scream as Falin hit the ground near the Assassin, turning to look at Tristan with an almost sadistic little smirk on his face as he pulled the Bow back, and shot another arrow into the gunman's head, cutting off the screams in an instant. it was almost as if he was showing Tristan how big and strong he was. taking advantage of a situation to show off. like a cat bringing it's owner a dead mouse, Falin was almost showing off his killing skills, like some sick attempt at flirting. Carlos was gasping, terrified as he grabbed Tristan's wrist, and jerked him away, following the streams of people where where escaping into buildings and into streets, trying to escape the strange fight between assassins. Falin laughed as he watched Carlos dragging Tristan away, as if the fleeing was amusing, but he didn't try to stop their escape, he just watched, a maniacal grin on his face as he watched Tristan, and only Tristan.