Chapter 1
It was a dark evening as a man dressed in tar blackened rags snuck through the fields east of Toulon. The man was a huge, hulking albino with eyes as red as hell itself. He did not stop to look around, he had a job to do. The albino reached his destination, a run down old mill, and silently stepped inside. There was no sound for a moment and then a muffled scream pierced the quiet. But there was nobody around to hear it. The albino emerged, carrying on his back a black sack.
He struggled to move his awkward burden around to the back of the building where he threw it down and began looking around for something to dig the grave with. He found an old rusted shovel and began his morbid work. When the hole was complete he heaved the bag in and started to shovel the earth back in on top of his victim. But a sound, carrying in the still night air caused the murderer to stop and listen. There was the sound of an approaching vehicle. Quickly he darted behind a large crate and watched as the car neared the mill.
Out of the car stepped an elderly man dressed in a black cassock and wearing a vicars collar around his throat. The priest strode into the house but was gone only a very short time. He came out of the mill with a look of immense sadness on his face. He look up at the bright Spanish stars and spoke:
" Why god do you take away the innocent when they have done no harm? Why must the kind man die? Has not the beggar, no matter how poor, a right to live?" He knelt and said a prayer before returning to his car and driving away.
The albino stepped out from his hiding place and hastily finished his burial. Then he sprinted off into the night to collect his bounty from his master.