Taylor didnâ€™t rush the process of placing each and every target. In fact some people would say he took too long in the placement process. The people who knew Taylor best, which werenâ€™t very many, would argue that there was always a method behind the madness. This time the method Taylor was using was the simple fact that if he set them up too difficult he wouldnâ€™t get an accurate read on Mekoâ€™s abilities. He was making Meko throw with the weights so Taylor could see how much work needed to be done with extra weight and then heâ€™d see how good Meko was without the weights. If Meko was taught by a circus knife thrower the basics would be there but heâ€™d be rough around the edges.<br/><br/>Once he had all the targets in place he stepped back to study the field that he and Meko had set up. Nodding his head in satisfaction he turned and counted thirty paces from the furthest target and dug his foot into the ground to draw a line.  â€œI know you donâ€™t like the weights but I promise that theyâ€™ll come in handy.â€ He was quiet for a moment before he added, â€œYou may have to carry a bag of supplies, help someone out of the line of fire and still move quickly. You may even have to use offense while doing either of those.â€ Taylor didnâ€™t dare say that he may not be there to save Meko for the simple reason that Taylor was determined to do everything in his power to keep the frustrating boy alive. He was beginning to suspect that Meko may be the only person that could pull their world from the darkness.<br/><br/>Taylorâ€™s green eyes lifted from the torn up earth and searched the area for Meko before calling him over. He took it upon himself to take hold of the fae and set him up in the spot he thought best. Directly after he set Meko in the spot he wanted Taylor headed over to the targets and produced a sharpie from his pocket. â€œThis is worth fifty points.â€ He drew a circle on the face and surrounded it with three larger circles. â€œThe outside lines decrease to 25, 10, and 5.â€ Taylor turned his attention to the chest area and repeated the process.  After he had drawn on every plain sight target he weaved his way to the one partially hidden by the tree. â€œThis guy is worth 100.â€ He drew a dark circle and then three more lines. â€œ50, 25, 10.â€<br/><br/>Taylor capped the sharpie and turned to walk back to Meko; he took up stance and threw three knives at three different targets in quick secession. The first hit directly in the head middle circle, the second just on the third line of another head circle, and the last one embedded itself hilt deep into the middle of the chest circle. â€œDonâ€™t worry about speed. Just aim for accuracy.â€ He directed before taking up the stance that had been drilled into him and slowed his breathing, three knives were sent out without the sense of a rush.<br/><br/>Three knives were thrown and three knives had direct hits dead center of three targets, including the one half hidden by the tree.  Taylor would be lying if he said he hadnâ€™t been showing off just a tad when he aimed for the furthest one. He smirked a little to himself as he retrieved each of his knives before returning to Mekoâ€™s side. â€œAlright, your turn.â€<br/>-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0<br/><br/>The motel room that he had chosen to stay in wasnâ€™t the nicest place in the world. Some people would say it was a dump but it was also a great place to keep a low profile. The desk clerk was easily bought off, the people who occupied this building were less than savory and they were just as easily silenced. That wasnâ€™t saying Xander enjoyed staying in a building like this especially since he usually sprang for something nicer than this. Today he had settled on this motel since he was so close to the building that housed the people who had been chasing him for years.<br/><br/>His eyes lifted from the shakily table, where parts of several guns were laid out and in the process of being cleaned, to look at the wall furthest from him. The groans of a man and painfully fake moans of a woman cut through the paper thin wall and the head board smacked against the wall sending vibrations and shaking the damn thing.<br/><br/>Most people would assume that Xander would stay in shitty dumps like this because he was a killer trying to stay below the radar. The exact opposite was the truth; he typically stayed in much nicer hotels. Seriously, if he worked so hard to earn tens of thousands per job why the fuck would he spend it on shitty places like this?<br/><br/>The sound of his phone ringing brought Xander away from thoughts on killing his oh so nice temporary neighbors. â€œGood boy Frank.â€ He chuckled as he picked up the phone and saw the name of his least favorite people. Xander scanned the message and took in every detail before locking his phone and returning to his current task, taking care of the tools of his trade. â€œThe hunter becomes the hunted.â€ His eyes twinkled at the fact that the tables were finally turned. The little shit had been chasing him for years and he had scars to prove that little Rochester had caught up a few times.<br/><br/>His hand dropped to rub over his side where claws much like his own had ripped flesh from his bone. The memory of how Taylor had gotten the jump on him lifted a growl to his throat. That was the moment Xander had decided heâ€™d rip Taylorâ€™s head clear off his shoulders if he got the opportunity. Little Rochester had taken something very dear from him and now heâ€™d do one better than taking Taylorâ€™s head, heâ€™ll take the boy.