Those Who Cry not

The entire mansion of the Inquisitor was silent, too silent. Even if it was night, there would have at least one noise or another. The eerie silence was just too maddening for Sarah. She sat outside in casual phones, going through it, in an attempt to not remember all the pain.

It was a fact that two inquisitors had died, and not just anyone but Aaron and Barry. Two of the people she had grown up with. She had literally been raised by them, alongside Shino; although he was a bit older than her back then. But she couldn't cry. She didn't want to. Death was a normal thing in this place. It always followed, always waited, waiting for its next prey.

Besides, she had grown used to it. Or so she tried to convince herself. Her hands couldn't stop shaking. She sighed, looking up at the starry sky. She was getting frustrated.

"Can't sleep?"

Sarah looked up to see Shino. "Yeah, kinda."

"Yeah, me too." Shino said, "Ever since, you know, that, I just go out on patrols more often with Jake, trying to forget."

"Can't forget, huh."

"I guess." Shino sighed.

"It's just that this thing makes me scared. What if…"

"Our siblings are dead? Yeah, that question was in my head all day. But I just trust that they would be alive, no matter what."

"And if they aren't?"

"Then," Shino sighed, "Well, only time can tell."

The two turned to go back inside. Shino and Sarah had literally grown up together. Both of their elder sisters had become inquisitors in order to take care of themselves; the silent yet kind Sakura Madarame and the happy go lucky Rebecca Stone. After the second daemon incident, the two had gone on separate missions and had not reported in a long while. Although Rebecca reported frequently, Sakura had completely disappeared of the grid. Sometimes, Sarah wondered how Shino felt deep inside, not knowing the fate of his only family.

"Where's Jake?"

"Probably patrolling."

"Still?"

"Yeah. Heck when you're more skilled enough you'll be doing stuff like this."

"Great. I look forward to it

Blake sat in the empty dorm, reading an old book. It apparently was a diary belonging to an old inquisitor. He couldn't tell whose, the name had been scratched off, but it was an interesting book. He had read it twice over, enjoying every moment of it. Unfortunately, the author never finished; the leftover pages were proof of that.

Blake placed the book where he had found it, and went back to his bed. The entire mood had driven him back to the safety of his room. Honestly, he didn't mind. But everyone was just too serious now. As he expected it to be.

Someone came in, but he didn't mind the person. He probably just came in to take a nap or something so why bother. Besides, he wasn't really in the mood for conversation.

However, the person was in the mood.

"That book belonged to one cool guy." Kyler said, leaning on one of the beds closer to Blake. Blake sat up, looking at him.

"Who was it?"

"Oh, he was an old inquisitor. Quite skilled from what I hear."

"You don't know him?"

"Nah. Apparently he died around the time I joined so...yeah. He was Barry's master though."

"...I see." Blake sighed.

"But enough about the past." Kyler said, sitting down beside him. "I can tell you're pretty down. Wanna talk about it?"

Blake shrugged. "I don't really know. This is pretty awkward for me."

"Why? Two guys you just met died and your new friends are sad. But you can't relate with them nor console them because you just arrived."

"Y...yeah. How did you know?"

"Same thing happened to me. Same thing happens to a lot of guys here. The trick is to not let it get to you and continue to do your job. Or quit if the going gets tough."

"Yeah. I guess."

"But killing daemon doesn't suit a guy like you."

"The same could be said for Brandon."

"Haha. Nah, I don't mean it that way. Just...the way I remember it, you seemed like the kind of guy that would have wanted to be an engineer or something."

"Funny, my dad told that I said that a lot as a kid."

"Guess your dad's right then."

"Do you know my dad? The same way that Ms. Martha does."

"Well...if we were to get technical, then no. But still I'm quite surprised that you don't remember me."

"Should I?"

A phone rang in Kyler's pocket. Kyler sighed, taking it out and answering it.

"Hello?...Yeah, I'll be there in a sec...Now? Really...Fine, fine." Kyler hang up, getting up to his feet. "Sorry, duty calls."

"Another daemon?"

"No, just a little discussion that's all. See ya soon." Kyler said as he left. Blake nodded. In two days he'd seen so much than he'd imagined it take. It was quite difficult to grasp. But for some odd reason, Blake wasn't let down by it. He was motivated. 

Still though, how did Kyler and Martha know about him? Blake laid back on the bed, reading the book, while the question still floated around his head. After some time, Blake finished the book, reaching the last 12 pages of it which were all blank. back of the book had a single name, Garm. 

Blake closed the book and went back to sleep.