Father Alex stared at the letters on his office reading table. They were the same kind of letters Father Gabriel, his mentor had received two months ago before his demise.

It was as expected; full of threats and callous languages; written by a psychopath.

Words like kill, blade, barbed wire and some crazy sharp tools one could ever think of was boldly written with red ink or probably blood...

Attached to the letter, were photos of two dead Reverend Fathers, a 7 years old girl and an old woman, all shot at one part of their body and gagged. The camera angle looked as though it was taken from a car.

Staring intently at the photo, Father Alex's face registered remembrance.

A scene taken from the photo looked familiar because this was the same place he had met with Mr Hernandez, the gate keeper from the local school.

Father Alex also sensed that the letter was written with a left hand.

During the past, he had helped the Policia arrest a calligraphic criminal who usually mimicked an influencer's handwritings before killing them.

"You have the natural ability to spot something evil from a simple handwriting"

His brother once told him.

At age 12, Father Alex was invited by the Commissioner of Police for a reward after witnessing his ability that helped catch Esteban Delores, the most wanted man in his village.

That reward earned him a scholarship to study at the Jesuits Brothers...

Staring at the letters before him with a picture of Father Gabriel attached at the fold of the letter, his blood began to boil in sizzles. All his pent up emotions of keeping quiet and letting his loved ones slip before his fingers suddenly bursted out.

In less than two minutes the tidy office was thrown into a mess. Except the picture of the blessed virgin Mary and that of Jesus Christ.

At mass the next day, Father Martin with Father Pablo went to see him after he had celebrated morning mass. After he had blessed the little children that morning, he decided to head to the police station and pay a visit to his friend.

The two blocked his path as he was about leaving.

"We heard some strange noises yesterday night" Father Pablo said to Father Alex. They already knew that it was from Father Alex because they too had watched Fr Gabriel pick him from streets and bless him on his ordination day.

Father Martin never failed to ask him why his hands were bandaged on a Christmas Eve.

"I fell when I was assisting the sisters in arranging the decorations" he said avoiding eye contact.

"Don't you think it's a shame for a Priest of God, who administers the body of christ to lie?" Father Pablo retorted. He then continued "Father Alex, we advise that you don't take matters into your hands and allow the police do their jobs. It won't do you any good if you get involved"

"I understand Father" he mumbled and left.

Just as he was about leaving, Isabelle, the lousy village journalist and reporter walked into the parish compound. She had to constantly keep up with his long strides as she rushed to meet him after greeting the two older priests.

"Excuse me father Alex" she called quickening her steps.

"Yes?" He said turning swiftly with annoyance. But Isabelle couldn't care less as long as she was provided with information.

"I have a few questions to ask about the news" she said almost panting.

"Miss Carmello, for the fact that I've provided you with little information doesn't means you can come here as you wish" he rebuked.

"I know Father and I'm sorry about that. I happen to visit a good friend of mine at the police station and she gave me a few information about Father Gabriel's death" she said trying to keep up with his steps.

"Ok. Good luck with that" he mumbled never paying attention to her struggle in keeping up with him.

He could care less about everyone's opinions on the matter. He was going to get justice for his Mentor. His mind was drained in thoughts of his next plans...

Isabelle all the while was mouthing incoherent things behind. She was barely audible because of the distance between them.

"It has to do with your mother's death too!" She finally called out after him.

For a moment the world stood at a still.

And that's exactly when Father Alex saw red.