The Inquisitor (BoyXBoy) (Crossdress)

Chapter One : I am the Inquisitor

"I will be there." I stated over the intercom. I checked the time and it's just 5 in the morning and I woke up to the voice of dad over the coms, calling me as the agents from an active mission arrived. Debriefing is a part of what I do.

I ask agents what, who, where, when, why and how, about everything that happened on a mission or on their covers.

If recruits finish their training, they can be agents and they are free to go back to the world but they are being monitored. They will be given with their covers. Covers are aliases. From fake identification cards, fake family pictures, fake medical history to cover stories. These are carefully planned to make sure that their identity remains hidden.

They can live a life they want. Talk to whoever they want. Even love and get married to the person they choose as long as they understand the risk of having civilians tied up to them. They must remain loyal and never threaten the existence of the program. But if they do, I have no choice but to send the cleaners and clean everything out including them.

I just got out of bed. I have a suite here at Dark Matter. In case I need to stay the night or if I'm too tired to go home.

I have a huge trendy condo unit in the city and the suite is also nice here at the facility. I can't complain. This is like my second home.

I went directly to the bathroom. I let the warm water washed my face and body. I cleaned, exfoliated and moisturized my skin.

I brushed my teeth, I flossed & gargled. I blow dried my hair and started to put my make up on.

No heavy make ups, just something to keep me look naturally fresh and beautiful. Primer, foundation, a little bit of concealer, light brown blush, a medium dark eyeliner for cat-eyes, and a nude pinkish matte lipstick.

"Done." I said flatly as I looked myself in the mirror.

Why do I look so...bitchy?

I thought to myself. I slightly smiled. Look at what I turned out. I didn't see this kind of future for me when I was a kid.

My mom died when she gave birth to me. My dad left me when I was 4. I ended up on the street with nothing. I got into a pretty bad crowd. That was a mess but I don't regret any of it. It was the only choice I had.

I was 7 when a group of domestic terrorists kidnapped me. They thought they could get millions out of my parents but they found out that I'm just an orphan, so they tortured me instead.

I experienced hell at a pretty young age. They would beat me up, force me to eat tons of food and beat me up again so I would vomit the food I just ate. And that is just the least of all the things they did to me.

I was crying. I was screaming. I was begging. I was asking why I am being punished? Why me? Why death didn't come for me and take me out of my misery? I was helpless. I was broken.

After 2 years of living in hell with those monsters, they dumped my body after they thought I was dead and I looked like a rug doll. A broken rug doll that not even the best people in crafting can repair.

A couple of police officers found me and took me to a hospital but when I was already cleared by the doctors to go, I was sheltered at an orphanage.

That's where Mr. Sam Craylin saw me and eventually he decided that I'm the one he was looking for. He adopted me and treated me as if I was his own son. He gave me so much love and care that I didn't feel all my life. He filled all the emptiness in my personality.

He doesn't have a wife anymore. She died of Cancer before they could check adoption agencies. Raising a family is one of my parents' dreams. But unfortunately, mom has problems with fertility so they decided to adopt a child. So without mom, dad still continued to fulfill their dreams. He adopted me and told me a lot of things about mom. Dad gave me his all and I think I delivered with what my Dad expected of me.