Revelations - Rise of the Inquisitor

by R. E. Graham

  Walking with deliberately quiet steps he moved up to a closed door on his right.

  “Aaah…” a voice groaned from inside the room followed by a bloody cough. “Can’t believe tha’ bastard shot me!”

  Varius reached up to the door handle and twisted it slowly. He threw the door open, saw the man on the floor, and then cleared the rest of the room. The man laid sprawled out on the floor in a pool of blood looking up towards the ceiling. Keeping his pistol squarely aimed at the sniper, Varius carefully entered the room. A hunting rifle also laid on the ground beside the blood and the Inquisitor kicked it to the corner of the damp smelling room.

  “Jonnt, is that you?” the man asked as he tried to roll to see who it was.

  Varius’ eyebrow cocked up. “Sheriff Tome?”

  “Ho…it’s you.” Sheriff Tome said as he laid his head back on the floor looking up.

  Blood gushed from a chest wound that the sheriff was trying to cover with his hands. His face had already turned pale.

  “Why did you attack me Sheriff?”

  “I’m not tellin’ you nothin’!” Tome hissed before having another coughing fit.

  Varius knew time was short, and that Tome would die soon. He got down on one knee while keeping his body positioned to defend if someone came in from the door.

  “Sheriff, do you know what happened to Inquisitor Kopen?”

  “I already told you boy. I’m not tellin’ you anythin’.”

  The Inquisitor looked at the floor for a moment and considered his options. “Here’s the deal Sheriff. You can go quickly, or I make the last few moments of your life terrible.”

  Tome pulled together his strength and stretched up towards Varius’ face.

  “I’m not tellin’ you…” he was cut off as Varius backhanded his face sending blood spattering across the room and the wall.

  “I don’t have time for your defiance Sheriff. I am here to find Kopen and you will help me, or I will have this entire town fire bombed and burned to the ground.”

  That got his attention. Tome looked back up at the Inquisitor. “You wouldn’t…”

  “I would and will. Now, tell me!”

  “I can’t.”

  Varius squinted slightly. “Why not?”

  Tome coughed more blood up. “Wooooh” he rolled to the side in agony clutching his chest tightly.

  Varius reached down and twisted the Sheriff back toward him. “Tome” he said as he looked into the dying man’s fading eyes.

  “I have one regret Inquisitor.”

  “…What’s that?”

  “That I wasn’t a better shot” Tome said as he began to cackle to himself.

  Varius stood up and aimed his pistol at the sheriff’s head. The laughing stopped as the sound of the shot filled the room. Knowing he only had one lead left, but not knowing how many others of the townsfolk were set to come after him, Varius decided he needed to keep to himself until he could get his bag back.

  He made his way back to the inn and tried to remain calm as he opened the door. Mrs. Gorj poked up from behind the front counter. Several others slowly stood up from hiding, no one said anything.

  His knuckles were white beneath his black glove as he held the pistol in his right hand down by his side. Varius scanned around the room being sure to make eye contact with every single person to see if someone was going to do something stupid. No one dared move.

  After going up the stairs he went straight to his room without saying a word. The bag was right where he left it before the attack. He holstered his firearm and reached inside. He found a small metal container and held it for a moment in thought. Removing the lid Varius pulled out a multi-colored bracelet with a heart charm hanging from it. He slid his left hand through the stretch band forming the bracelet and tucked it beneath his long sleeve. Zipping the bag up, he slung it over his left shoulder and walked out of the room.

  As he came down the stairs all eyes were again back on him. Many stories of the fury of inquisitors were told throughout the Republic’s worlds.

  Even backwater folks like these know better than to provoke my wrath even further.

  Just before going outside Varius stopped and turned to Deborah Gorj. “Thank you for your hospitality.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He left enough cash to cover the cost of his room. “Ma’am, I was wondering, where is your husband? I haven’t seen him through all of this craziness.”

  Her eyes bulged before she caught herself and tried to act normal. “Oh, he…he came down with a dreadful cold. Been in bed all night.”

  Varius nodded and smirked slightly. “I’m sure he has. Oh, by the way…”

  Deborah stood still, frozen in fear, unsure of what was about to happen.

  “You were wrong. The bed was not clean.” With that, the Inquisitor exited the inn. He loaded his bag into the back of his hovercar and drove down the road heading for the edge of town.

  Chapter 4

  Cycle: 412 Month: 7 Rotation: 2

  Prefecture: Quarry

  Planet: Assembly

  Location: Outside the Inn

  Many hours passed, and nightfall came before Varius snuck back into Alachua. He decided that if the Sheriff was dirty, then there was a good chance even more were involved in the disappearance of Inquisitor Kopen. What didn’t make sense is what the group of attackers could have been after. It wasn’t for ransom money, because they were trying to kill him. Kopen must have found something else while looking for the missing girl. Something terrible enough that the townspeople made him disappear.

  Before leaving his hovercar outside of town, Varius went to his trunk and put on his armored helmet. While he wasn’t a fan of wearing anything that encased his face he knew the added benefits of the helmet in the dark would be worth the discomfort. It clicked to the back armor above his neck which would allow the helmet to retract and fold up when not in use. Sometimes it could be a little clunky so he didn’t care to keep it with him all the time.

  He also grabbed his 7A Commando Rifle. The biggest benefit of the laser rifle was that it could condense into a smaller size and become less cumbersome when not in use.

  The Inquisitor reached up and connected the rifle to his back armor magnetically as it folded up automatically. He rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck. After grabbing several more magazines of ammunition he slammed the trunk shut.

  He remained unnoticed on his trek back into town on foot as he moved from shadow to shadow.

  Finding a nice dark hiding place up on the roof of the dentist’s office across the street to the inn he could keep an eye on Jonnt’s truck sitting below. Even though it was night the town didn’t seem to slow down as work traffic had turned into people heading this way or that to go to dinner or see a show.

  The Inquisitor got comfortable in the shadows knowing he could be there a while. Thankfully, it wasn’t too long before his target finally exited the inn. While remaining hidden in the dark, Varius leaned forward and activated the night vision function in his helmet’s heads up display, or HUD, and zoomed in. Mr. Gorj was holding his side with his left hand while the other hand was holding a communicator device up to his ear.

  “What do you mean you can’t find him?” Jonnt said loudly as he walked up to his truck. “I told you to keep your people trailing him until he was outside of town!” he shouted angrily as he pounded the hood of the truck with his left arm. Jonnt winced in pain. “That damned inquisitor broke three of my ribs.”

  “Marth” Varius said speaking to the artificial intelligence installed in his left gauntlet and helmet.

  “Yes Inquisitor?” it replied with its synthetic female voice.

  “Patch me into his call.”

  A small beep in his ear signaled that Marth was making the connection.

  After a moment, the connection was made and the Inquisitor could hear the person on the other end of the line talking to the inn keeper.

  “I’m sorry Mr. Gorj” said a man’s voice Varius didn
’t recognize. “We found his hovercar, but he isn’t here. His tracks show him heading back towards town though.”

  “I want you and your boys to find him quickly. I don’t want him snoopin’ around here anymore. I’m headin’ to the slaughterhouse, meet up with me later tonight” the inn keeper said as he climbed into his dented truck and turned on the ignition.

  Drawing his sidearm Varius connected an attachment to the side of his pistol. As Jonnt backed his truck up into the street and began to drive away, Varius aimed his weapon and pressed a button on the side with his left thumb that launched a very small tracking device. It hit the backend of the truck and grabbed hold magnetically. Jonnt looked up in his rearview mirror but shrugged.

  On the bottom left of his heads-up display Varius watched as a small screen appeared with a small map and a glowing red dot. He changed the settings of his HUD so that it would display the direction and distance to his target. The Inquisitor made his way down from the roof and continued staying in the shadows as he followed Jonnt to his destination.

  Varius tracked the inn keeper all the way to the East side of town. Hiding behind a large piece of farm equipment he looked around the side of it and spotted the dented truck parked in a dirt driveway. On the other side of the truck was a long brown two-story stonecrete structure. The hand painted signage on the front read, “Al’s Slaughterhouse”. A small light sat above the lone entrance revealed a lone man holding a scattergun standing watch.

  Picking up a stick from the ground, Varius snapped it loudly. The guard heard the noise and slowly walked out into the darkness to investigate. He turned the light-torch mounted on his scattergun and shined it at a group of trees and then to the farm equipment on his left.

  Seeing the light shining in his direction, Varius waited for the man to get closer and then tossed a small rock toward the trees. Hearing the noise off to the right, the man aimed his scattergun at the trees again and brought his weapon’s stock up to his shoulder. The Inquisitor ever so silently snuck around the other side of the farm equipment and pulled out the long knife mounted on his left shoulder.

  The guard froze in place as he heard the knife freed from its sheath but before he could turn around his life was over. Varius lowered the guard to the ground quietly and wiped his blade off on the dead man before sheathing the knife back in its home. He took a moment to inspect the dead guard’s face.

  Not Jonnt.

  Blood oozed from the man’s head as Varius dragged him behind some trees outside the reach of the building’s lone light.

  “Marth, do you detect any human heartbeats?”

  “The siding of the structure is interfering with my scans” the AI said as he moved quietly up to the door.

  The Inquisitor drew his pistol ever so carefully and pressed the door panel. The thick metal door slid into the wall with a whoosh. After closing the door Varius turned back around and inspected the room. He moved to the left to hide behind a crate while Marth automatically began to scan the room and objects in it for information and threats, and then to scan further into the building.

  A stack of large plasti-crates to his left caught his eye. On top of the crate closest to him rested several projectile rifles. He snuck up to the crate and looked it over. It was completely plain except for some strange inverted triangular symbol in a circle spray painted black on it.

  He removed the lid of the crate to his right and discovered it was loaded with military grade rifles.

  “How could they possibly have gotten so many illegal firearms into this town?” Varius thought to himself.

  Over 250 cycles ago the Prefect Major, the most powerful person in the Corre Republic, passed a law forbidding citizens from owning firearms of any kind except under extreme circumstances. A town like Alachua did not meet the requirements for ordinary citizens legally owning weapons.

  The sound of a saw off in the distance to his right startled him from examining the firearms further. Except for any closed doors, his HUD showed him a rough mini map of the first floor almost in entirety.

  “Only two life signs confirmed. Likely are adults” Marth said matter-of-factly.

  Varius pulled up the map and examined a path down to the left where a person was located way off in the corner. The lone person sat in a chair holding some sort of weapon, but their head was up against the wall as if they were asleep. Probably another guard.

  He zoomed out and inspected the path to his right that led to the sawing sound. In the room he could see some sort of table up against the wall, what looked like chains holding up whatever it was the person was cutting and a trash barrel nearby them.

  Varius decided to check on the person awake first. Checking his corners as he proceeded forward, his AI continued to search for heartbeats.

  As the Inquisitor approached the slaughter room he spotted a pile of bones partially covered in flesh piled up on a table next to a large cauldron. Looking back to the person his helmet continued to show the red silhouette of the person continuing to work on the meat. He turned his attention back to the bones, yet something seemed off about them. The Inquisitor picked one up to inspect it. He tried to think about the domesticated animals on Assembly, but the bone just didn’t seem to fit with any. It was much too thin for the large bovines on the world. Yet too lengthy to belong to any of the smaller creatures. Examining the bone, he began to think it was shaped like a femur. But that couldn’t be, that would mean…that’s when he saw it. Using his left hand, he brushed several other bones in the pile aside and pulled out a human skull.

  Cannibals!

  Over 400 cycles ago the Synthetics, a machine army lead by The Collector hellbent on killing all humans, brought humanity very close to extinction. Once the war was over and the synthetics were defeated, Prefect Major Magnus II pushed hard for an agenda to rebuild humanity from the ravaging attacks that completely exterminated human life on so many worlds. Cannibalism in the Corre Republic was never tolerated before, but it became one of the harshest crimes anyone could commit. Anyone convicted was killed swiftly along with their entire family. Sometimes, depending on the extent of the corruption entire towns were destroyed to make an example out of them.

  However, before he was about to execute an entire town though, Varius had to have more proof.

  Setting the bones back down into the pile, he picked up a towel sitting on the table and wiped his gloved hands off. He drew his knife again and snuck into the room with the butcher. Under his helmet Varius’ face got increasingly angrier as the butcher was busy cutting into what was clearly a human torso. In between sawing, the man whistled some catchy tune. Without any remorse Varius grabbed the front of the man’s head and held it while he stabbed him at the base of his skull. Instantly the man went limp, but the Inquisitor didn’t bother catching him. The body fell forward in a heap. Using his left hand Varius reached down and rolled the dead body over. The man’s face was not someone he recognized.

  Again, he wiped his knife off and slid it back into the sheath on his left shoulder. Inspecting his helmet’s map, the sleeping person had still not moved. He exited the room and continued to move as silently as he could towards the other person. Stopping just before he entered the large room, Varius took a moment to assess what he could see from his vantage point.

  The room was illuminated by overhead lights and had a bunch of crates and boxes spread throughout the large storage area. In the middle stood a long wooden table with even more boxes loaded up on and around it which blocked the view of most of the room. The HUD displayed the red silhouette shape of the man in the corner still sleeping on the other side of the mess.

  The Inquisitor entered the room and went straight ahead towards a dormant fireplace. Something to his left caught his eye. Varius stopped next to the fireplace and inspected a pile of clothes organized in a messy heap. Some of the clothes looked damaged, as if they were all torn up while others were intact. On the side of the pile though was a patch that appeared as if it has been torn off a shirt. Varius p
icked up the patch to examine it, on the top was a blood stained “I” with a white star with seven points above it.

  This was the symbol of a level one member in the inquisitors’ order. It was likely Inquisitor Kopen’s. Varius lowered his head for a moment to think about the loss of Kopen.

  I should have come along with you…

  Varius gripped the torn patch as hard as he could. He shook his head and tucked it into a small pocket on his leg.

  The Inquisitor clenched his jaw tightly and changed his focus to the slumbering guard. Marth alerted him that another heartbeat was detected behind a closed door in the room. It was faint, but the initial scan indicated it may have been from a child.

  That was when he noticed the sound of someone who began to cry. The sobs grew in volume which startled the guard. In tired anger the guard shot up and banged on the wooden door several times.

  He peered through a grate built into the door and shouted, “Best keep your mouth shut!” With his back unknowingly to Varius, the Inquisitor took the opportunity to move quickly up behind him.

  “If you don’t keep your little mouth shut, you are going to end up visiting the butche…” he never got to finish the threat. Varius flicked his right wrist, activating his assassin blade. He grabbed a handful of the guard’s hair with his left hand and struck the right side of the guard’s head killing him instantly. Yanking his blade out the body fell to the left, the scattershot slid across the floor.

  He looked through the grate to see a small girl in a torn purple dress tied to a wall with a rope. As the door opened, the child was extremely frightened at the sight of the Inquisitor’s black armor and leather outfit, and pressed herself tightly into the corner of the room.

  Varius slowly approached the girl and knelt down next to her. He looked her up and down and felt a twinge within him. Between the dirt on her face, her swollen left eye with a fading brownish bruise coloring her cheek and a scabbed over cut on her forehead he was having trouble identifying her.