Chapter 19

In front of the half closed, somewhat big, black gate leading to the entrance of Fleming town, eleven men; all of them dressed in black, with a silvery moon embroidered on the chest area of their clothing, were all guarding the gate. Well, only two out of the eleven men were taking their jobs seriously and were actually guarding the gate, with one guy using a binoculars to periodically check for any anomaly coming their way.

As for the other nine men; six of the men were sitting around a wooden table, which was stationed in the center of this six men, and they were playing cards, with serious expressions etched on their faces. They all had gold coins, on the table, in front of them, as they used this gold coins to gamble. Two other men were sleeping on the bare floor, with their backs resting on the left and right edges of the brick walls, at the sides of the gate. This two fools slept carelessly and snored loudly, like as if they didn't have any care for anything in this world again. While, the last man was taking a swig out of a transparent bottle of gin, as he staggered back and forth, desperately trying to maintain his balance and regain some semblance of clarity, from his drunken state. like as if that was possible for the drunkard.

This eleven men were part of the Black Moon bandits, who had taken over and were terrorizing the town of Fleming. This eleven men were ordered to stand guard at the entrance of the town and report any unforeseen anomaly or 'welcome in' any unfortunate traveler, intending to pass through the town.

There was silence between this eleven men for close to seven minutes, with the only sounds interrupting this peace been, the clinking of the gold coins on the table of the gamblers, the irritatingly loud, simultaneous snores of the two fools who were sleeping on the job and the gulping sounds of the idiot drunkard.

It was only after seven minutes passed quietly, that one of the gamblers burst into a wild laughter and, then screamed "Yes, I won again!"

This was then followed by the frustrating, disappointing and disapproving grunts of the other five men, surrounding the table with him.

The gambler, who won, then grabbed a big bottle of rum, stationed on the table, a meter from him and took a long, hard swig from it. After about six to seven consecutive gulps, with some drops of the drink, dripping from the corners of his lips, he dropped the bottle on the table with a bang and belched loudly, like an idiotic fool, causing the others on the table with him to feel slightly irritated by his uncouth manners and behavior.

"Alright guys, hand over your gold coins. You know the drill, so don't dillydally." The gambler, who won said to the others, after his long belch.

Though the other five men were reluctant and grumbled and mumbled incessantly at their misfortune, they still pushed the gold coins, in front of them closer to the gambler, who won. The gambler, then greedily packed the coins and put them into a brown pouch, as he grinned satisfactorily, from ear to ear.

"How is this possible? How could you win four times in a row?" One of the losers complained.

"It's called skill, man, skill. It's something you all don't have." The gambler who won, bragged.

"Hmmph!" A second loser snorted. "Which stupid skill are you talking about? You've just been lucky so far. Come on, let's play another round. Let's see how long your luck will hold out for."

"Ohhh? You want to bet on that?" said the gambler who won, with a sly grin on his ugly face.

"But not today, guys. I am completely out of gold coins." Said the third loser.

"Yeah, me too." Said the fourth loser.

"Well, we could just rob one of the houses in the town, after this our gate keeping shift. Then, we can play again later." Suggested the fifth loser.

"Yeah, I guess you have a point." Said the third loser.

"But, damn. It has been boring, lately. It has been a while, since any one of the men in the town has decided to be brave and stupidly put up a fight against our bandit group. Lately, they have all been compliant to our deeds and our demands." Said the second loser.

"Yeah, it has been long since I have had to mutilate and kill someone. My sword is beginning to rot from boredom." Said the fourth loser, as he gently stroked his sword on his lap

"My entire body is itching for a fight. I would kill right about now for some action." Said the gambler who won, before he took another hard swig from the bottle of rum.

"I mean, can u imagine? I was fucking a man's daughter, right in front of the guy, two days ago. Instead of the guy to show some animosity towards me and at least do something to prove that the guy was a man and he had some backbone in him, he was actually asking me if I was satisfied. He suggested that he would even throw in his wife and his twenty something year old, second daughter, if I was interested. Men, I stabbed the guy to death right there, right then, out of disgust." Said the first loser, with disgust appearing on his face, as he remembered that event.

The other men though, laughed because of his story. Even the two men who were seriously standing guard and guarding the gate, couldn't help, but chuckle.

"Even the women don't put up a fight anymore, when I fuck them." Said the fourth loser.

"Yeah, you are right." The second loser agreed. "They just spread their thighs wide open, when they see any one of us bandits showing some form of interest towards any of them. It's really depressing, you know. It takes the fun out of things, when they are all so compliant." Said the third loser, with a gloomy expression on his face.

"But guys, isn't it a good thing that everyone in this town is now compliant towards us? I mean we can now do anything we want, without anyone fighting back or raising a single complaint. I don't see the reason why you guys are complaining about this. I feel at peace here and I am really enjoying myself." Said the fifth loser.

"Well, I didn't become a bandit to enjoy peace. I want to bathe in the blood of men." Said the first loser to the fifth loser.

"Yeah. If I wanted peace, I would have stayed at home and maybe be a farmer or become a business man or some trader. I became a bandit to fight, mutilate, kill people, and rob households and business centers and r*pe bitches. That's what I love and not some stupid concept called peace. Peace is boring." Said the gambler, who won.

"Yeah, I agree with you a hundred percent." The fourth loser agreed.

"Yeah. I want bitches putting up more of a fight when I r*pe them. It's what makes sex more sweet and enjoyable." Said the third loser.

"Well, you guys can say whatever you want to say. As for me, I am loving how things are in this town." Said the fifth loser.