The inquisitors

"Those who can be saved, should be saved." those are the words my grandfather told me a long time ago but it's been 10 years since I've heard those words, and every day those words become harder and harder to see as reality, especially when people walk by me every day a poor homeless teen and don't give it a second thought ugh I guess that's the way it is most have to look after themselves. "Don!" The sound of a kid's voice snaps the young man out of deep thought, Donaldo is a 17-year-old native of Brazil he's a rouged young man with his shiny blue eyes looking past his unkempt long curly black hair, at the 12-year-old boy "Was-up Lucas?" This is Lucas he's another street kid like me he lost his parents to a local gang, stuff like this is common here in Tabas Brazil, we stick together and survive he's like my little brother. "Don it's time old man Rolo is distracted let's go." The two boys move over to an extravagant Cart full of gold watches and necklaces as the boys get closer they speed up and begin to run towards the cart grabbing handfuls of merchandise behind the cart stands a burly man with an unkempt beard and not so jolly gut hearing his goods being grabbed he quickly turns and try to grab Don "you little rat, trying to steal from me?" Don quickly jumps back with a handful of gold goods "Run Lucas!" the boys being to run as fast as they can away from the Burly man known as Rolo. Across the street were two men who watched the scene play out. Both men are in black and unique clothes with a gold cross on their right shoulders. The first man has long blond hair in a ponytail with brown eyes and a large scar below his left eye "hmm did you see that Sable?" the first man looks over to the second, his short black hair and light brown skin shined in the light his dangling earrings with two little crosses smack his neck as he looks at his colleague "yep John that kid with the curly hair, he's......" the first man looks on with determination "yep he's been marked." Later in a small room with two beds and an almost majestic view of the Tabas slum, the two boys began to look throw their haul. Lucas stops stunned as he looks at the watches. "ahh these are all cheap fakes!" Don quickly looks at Lucas. " What your joking, right?" Lucas throws the watch at the wall in frustration. "Nope, we would only get about 50 for all these." Don stands up and walks toward the only window in the room. If you could call it, it was more like a hole in the concrete wall shaped like a window. "Ugh, I can't keep living like this Luca." Lucas looks at Don with a confused look. "how else are we supposed to live?" Don looks at the moon that is sitting almost like it would kiss the town below "I don't want to live just to live." Lucas lets out a loud sigh as he shakes his head "I don't get it at all." The room goes silent all that can be heard are rats that live on the roof moving around, then suddenly two loud knocks break the silence Lucas looks at Don concerned, Don nods and pulls out a knife from his pocket. Don then signals for Lucas to open the door. Lucas sits up and begins to slowly creep towards the door. Sweat starts to build on his eyebrows as he gets more and more nervous as he gets close. He reaches for the doorknob when suddenly he remembers his parents. It had been a long time since he'd even thought about them. He almost forgot what their faces looked like. But at this moment, one-hundredth of a second before he reached the doorknob, he can remember every detail of their face and even the smell of his mom's perfume. For that moment, he was at peace. Then, suddenly, a hand comes through the door and grabs Lucas's head. The person the hand belongs to walks right through the door, breaking it as he comes through Don's eyes widen as he notices who it is "Rolo!" Rolo raises Lucas in the air, at that moment Don noticed that Rolo looked different, his skin was gray, his eyes were glowing green and his face had a large inhuman smile on it. a hideous voice rings through the room "You rats thought you could steal from me." the voice was vile and unnatural Don fell to his knees out of fear. Rolo began to squeeze Lucas's head. "I'll kill you both slowly and eat your souls." Don managed to build up some strength and began to ask "Rolo, what are you?" Rolo began to laugh, the laugh was more vile and disgusting than anything Don ever heard. "I am a child of greed." At that moment Don remembered his grandfather, religious to a fault. He would volunteer for those just as needy as him. Prayed every day, fearing God and the Devil. After he died, Don stopped believing in all of that, but in that room in the moonlight, seeing Rolo in this way, he knew that he was a daemon. Don held his knife tightly and took a deep breath, "Hey Rolo, if you're a child of greed, then you should be tempted by this." Rolo paused, his glowing green eyes widened in joyous curiosity. "Don, are you trying to make a deal with the Devil?" Don steadied as his heart raced it was a feeling he's never felt anything like this before. "Lucas and I have been stealing for a while. You see, we always had this dream that we would buy our way into the Tampas Gang. So we saved up for years just for that purpose." Rolos' head turned like a dog who is trying to understand something. Don's blood started to warm in his veins. The feeling he'd never felt before was excitement. He thought to himself" What's wrong with me, this situation where most would stop and pray for redemption in the face of evil is... "So, Rolo, let's play a game of tag. Put down Luca and chase me. If you can catch me, I'll tell you where we have our stash." Of course, this was a lie, there was no plan and no stash, however, Don knew this was the only way to save his friend. Rolo's smile became more twisted. Don thought to himself, this is scary, this is almost hopeless, but above all else this is fun. "Don, that smile you have is more twisted than some daemons I know." Rolo began to laugh. "Alright, kid, I accept your challenge." Rolo dropped Lucas, who had passed out from shock. The second, Rolo let go of Lucas, Don turned around and jumped out the window. "Today is Wednesday no one has taken their trash to the landfill yet. So this will break my fall." Don lands in a large pile of trash, quickly picking himself up. He began to run as fast as he could. "I was able to outrun Rolo earlier and I know these streets like the back of my hand there's no way he could catch me in this city. A loud crash behind Don causes him to fly forward a bit as he continues to run. He looked behind him to see Rolo chasing close behind, running almost as fast as Don. "Of course, he's this fast, he's a daemon. That was so dumb of me to think he was as slow as earlier today." Don began to smile again. He was undeniably having fun. Adrenalin is a potent drug that humans can produce. Its effects on the body can cause a humans reaction and the body to work tenfold more than that of a body without. Its effects have allowed mothers to lift cars off children and men to beat off sharks in an attack adrenalin is indeed the most powerful defense mechanism humans have and at that moment, Don, filled with joy, excitement, and pure adrenalin, began to run faster than he ever had. "This is amazing, it feels like I could run forever. I wish I could run like this all the time." His heart began to beat even faster, as if something began to awake in his soul. Rolo began to notice that Don was getting away and his inhuman joyous face slowly turned angrier. Rolo screamed, You damned rat, I'll kill you," as his muscles began to grow bigger and so did his speed. Little by little, he was catching up with Don. The feeling in Don's heart grew and his mind raced. Little rat? Yep, I guess that's me. For as long as I can remember, I have been a rat to survive without my gramps, but, what's wrong with that! Don's eyes began to glow as Rolos's grey hand inched away from his head. Don began to scream "If I need to be a rat to survive, then so be it. A voice rang in Don's head. "I like that answer, kid never change who you are, ill watch over you from now Donaldo, so let's show this guy who we are!" Don inhaled and screamed "Give rise to speed and cunning. RAT KING!!!" A light and a strong wind blows away Rolo, who slams into a nearby wall. Rolo looks at the beam of light surrounding Don. "No no no no no no!" Rolo begins to smash the street below him as if a baby was throwing a tantrum. "How? How did you come to manifest a miracle?" As the light begins to fade, Don looks down to see he's now wearing a raggedy black trench coat. " I get it this is my speed." Don sensed something coming to his chest and, without a second thought, dodges to the right and looks to see Rolo's arm and the look on his surprised face, a simple thought crossed Don's mind and managed to slip passed his lips "Wow you're slow." Rolos face turned to a hideous image of anger his victim is right in front of him I just need to kill him he thought looking at Don and in a sudden change of vision that was once Don was now the moon. "Huh, why am I looking at the moon? Don was just in front of me. Where is he? Why are my eyes hard to move?" It was at that moment that Rolo had found Don. He was above him, and what Rolo saw next caused even greater confusion. His own body was across the street. Rolo struggled to form the words " Did... I...... lose?" Don raised his head to eye level "Yep this is checkmate." Rolo let off a faint smile "Congrats.. the treasure stays... yours." Don matched his smile. "Sorry, Rolo that stash was a lie to get you to play this game." Rolo began to let off a weak laugh. "Well played... you... damned... rat." Rolo's head fell to ash as his last words left his mouth. Once Rolo became ash Rat King dispersed into light and Don fell to his back. Then suddenly two men appeared in front of him. Don bounced up from laying to sitting. "Who are you?" Don weakly says. The first man scratches his blonde head "Why did sacrifice yourself to fight that daemon kid?" Don looks at this stranger and contemplates this question. Then his grandfather's voice rang through his head "That thing was evil and scary but there was a chance to save someone so I did." The blonde man sighs. "That's a good reason but you could have increased your chances of surviving if you would've left the kid to die why didn't you?" Don's face began to fill with the same determination he had during the fight with Rolo. " Because those who choose to do nothing are worse than evil!" The second man who seemed disinterested began to smile intensely "I like you kid I want to make you an Inquisitor!" The blonde man tries to chime in with disdain but the second man simply raises his hand to stop him in his tracks. Don hesitated "An Inquisitor?" The second man's smile glows more brightly. "We hunt daemons like this wherever they are, we are the vanguard between humanity and evil. We are the sword, the shield, the light, we are the Inquisitors and I want you to join us." Don hesitates again. Then the second man leans down and said words that Don couldn't reject "People die every day to daemons. You joining may only save a few more of said people, however like you said those who choose to do nothing." Don's eyes widen a little annoyed but those were his words. "Fine ill join you, I'll be an Inquisitor." as the three men stood in the middle of that abandoned street, the sun began to rise. This was the event that would lead to the end of the world. This is the story of the Inquisitors.