Fatigue: A Narrative Fiction

The dark rings under Issac's eyes showed his fatigue as a man in with a checklist checked the damages that were done the previous night. It was strange to say the least, a door being knocked down and split in two, a window being blown out along with most of the wall, and it seemed like someone that ran a lawnmower in the garden.

And that wasn't even going into how the perfect design walls now had cracks. The older man sighed, as a group of men continued to examine the damages that were done. Though he still had to ask a simple question, "what happened here?" It usually wasn't in their contract to ask why or how, but this time it almost seemed necessary.

"None of your business...now fix the wall, wall fixer," Issac knew he probably sounded
There was a moment of silence that followed, as the sound of a doorknob turning was the only thing that heard. It was Joan no doubt, in what she called her casual clothing, despite it not really appearing to be casual at all with the way it was presented and how form fitting it was. It was obviously something that was supposed to be worn under armor. Her blond hair was tied up as, however, the oddest thing from the moment was the fact that Joan's eyes were still focused on the doorknob as if she was amazing by the
She didn't really look like the type to need to put on make-up or anything of the sort, and most of the clothing in the room wasn't honestly something that she would wear; Issac scratched his head for a moment before shrugging.

"Not my problem," Whatever she wanted to do she could do. Issac really didn't care as long as he wasn't going to affect him negatively. "Now, I need to get Tock and Cleopatra," saving Cleopatra for last probably would have been for the best. She was going to ask the most questions and give the most demands, plus if she was awake, she would most likely still be getting ready, even if she didn't know she was going out.

Issac prepared to go knock on Tock's door, but it seemed that he was a little late as a door slowly crept open revealing a familiar man in an unfamiliar outfit. The man closed one of his eyes as he looked at Issac, the outfit the man was wearing almost seemed normal, if a little too classy for the trip they were planning. "Hmm, did he find some of dad's old clothing?" It was something older gentlemen would wear, though Tock really didn't seem that old.

"Oh, kid you're up, thought you would be in your room," the man gave a small smile as Issac returned it with a