He stood alone in the dark, his only instrument of torture held under his chin. There must have been a satisfied smile on his face as he peered through the windows of the old house. He had the gift. His talents had been recognized by those he now watched. They were the ones that had made him what he was, and now, his mission was plain and simple. He was there to terrorize.
The ones that he watched were expectant of his arrival. Before dusk had taken the last few rays of sun, they had piled into the house for the evening meal, anticipating his coming. Meals quickly eaten, they converged in the back of the house to make their plans. Preparations had been made and skills honed as they waited.
Each of them had become adept at the art of hiding and escape. The old house had been a proving- ground for them. They were self-taught warriors. Their skills were used for covert operations, as well as, feats of bravado. But suddenly, everything was forgotten as the face outside the window appeared. All plan of escape was ignored and the sound of their own screams filled the room as they beheld...The Holy...
