FoxWriter
Cluster
- Joined
- Jan 20, 2011
- Location
- in the realm of lust and seduction
It was cool, and dark, the night air was thick with a dense fog that made it almost impossible to see anything. The city was full of people, hundreds upon thousands of people that moved from place to place and attracted attention as they strove to remain hidden and anonymous. One such person was not so lucky, whatever they had done, they had been targeted by one of the best. His name, was Falin, he had no middle or last name, it was only Falin, or Arrow as was his codename for business meetings. Falin had no life, not really, he only had his task, his job... and then his next job. Usually these jobs consisted of targets that needed to be kidnapped, or killed. And Falin was very good at his job. He was only twenty four, but he had been trained from birth to be the very best, the best assassin, the best Hunter, the best Killer.
Falin was sitting on top of a building right then, stroking his specially made Bow and arrows. The bow was a snap and lock style, collapsible. It only took a firm shake for the bow to snap together perfectly in an elegant manner, and then a single press of a button and it was back to pocket sized and in it's special case along with the special arrows.... very special arrows and bow... Falin was no ordinary hunter after all. He smirked a little to himself as he gave the Bow another stroke, watching his target, Alex.. age seventeen. The poor little bastard had borrowed money from the wrong person, and now they wanted what they where owed. Falin was being payed to rough Alex up, kill him if he had to. Alex had saved his house, but not much would save him from the Mob. Falin smirked and shook his head as he slid off of the building, as effortlessly as a bounding deer, one did not train from birth to be a bumbling fool after all.
Falin slid into the streets, tailing Alex as the boy made his way home, waiting for a few minutes after Alex went inside before moving forward, Bow in hand, arrows on his back, and his golden eyes filled with a biting cold that promised pain should Alex make the process more difficult. He pounded on the door, and then let himself in, his black and gold outfit giving his identity away. Arrow, the assassin, Arrow the Hunter... Arrow the murderer. “good evening Alex.” Falin purred, the tip of his Bow settling on Alex's neck. “your past Due, ad the Bosses want what their owed.” Falin stated, his eyes digging into Alex's. “what shall I tell them Alex? Do you have their money? Or do I need to break something of yours? Your fingers maybe? Perhaps your legs?”
Falin was sitting on top of a building right then, stroking his specially made Bow and arrows. The bow was a snap and lock style, collapsible. It only took a firm shake for the bow to snap together perfectly in an elegant manner, and then a single press of a button and it was back to pocket sized and in it's special case along with the special arrows.... very special arrows and bow... Falin was no ordinary hunter after all. He smirked a little to himself as he gave the Bow another stroke, watching his target, Alex.. age seventeen. The poor little bastard had borrowed money from the wrong person, and now they wanted what they where owed. Falin was being payed to rough Alex up, kill him if he had to. Alex had saved his house, but not much would save him from the Mob. Falin smirked and shook his head as he slid off of the building, as effortlessly as a bounding deer, one did not train from birth to be a bumbling fool after all.
Falin slid into the streets, tailing Alex as the boy made his way home, waiting for a few minutes after Alex went inside before moving forward, Bow in hand, arrows on his back, and his golden eyes filled with a biting cold that promised pain should Alex make the process more difficult. He pounded on the door, and then let himself in, his black and gold outfit giving his identity away. Arrow, the assassin, Arrow the Hunter... Arrow the murderer. “good evening Alex.” Falin purred, the tip of his Bow settling on Alex's neck. “your past Due, ad the Bosses want what their owed.” Falin stated, his eyes digging into Alex's. “what shall I tell them Alex? Do you have their money? Or do I need to break something of yours? Your fingers maybe? Perhaps your legs?”