The Desolation Of The Red Rackham

Chapter 1: Introduction to the Bandit World

It was a bright, sunny day in the 1000 km large Atacama Desert (a desertin South America) in the typical mid 50's. The sun was high above, the temperature was high and the pale yellow-ish sand was very warm. The village of Valle de Luna was filled with the crowds, just like normal days, with people swinging around all over the markets, filled with joy and happiness. The heat and the weather were so unbearable their glistening sweat could be seen for like a split second and the other time you look at it, poof, gone. This was one of the best markets in the whole of San Petro de Atacama. The markets seemed to be overflowing with the amount of the people and their constant jostling. There was a constant sound of people chattering and bargaining the prices the traders asked for. The roads on which these stall shops were set up would be overcrowded with hundreds and hundreds of people would be out on the streets .The market was lined up with varieties of shops; shops of sweets, clothes, toy shops, puppet shows showing cop and outlaw shows and............there was an area imperceptible from the people; a small street, covered with sand that became warm due to the heat, with thick walled, yellow coloured buildings on either side. The small path led to a new range of shops........ guns. The smell of gunpowder filled the air with only and only weapons in sight. There were incredibly menacing weapons from Breda M38, CMG 1, Darn machine gun, Fokker-Leimberger, latest KBD 12.7, M1926 machine ,AK 47, Mac 1931 to 1934, MG 30, Perino model 1938 , Kaewoo K3, Emer K1 LMG as well as FN Minimi , which could cleanly wipe out the whole of a village in a go, to handy yet extremely dangerous pistols such as ALFA combat , Akdal Ghost, AMT Automag I to V (one to five) , AMT Hardballer, ASP, ASP 300.In those times, bandit raids would be very frequent. This was a part when would be alerted by a bandit attack, then that group would be approaching the giant entrance of death. Sadly, the guns were unloaded and the bullets weren't in stock till the next fortnight. So, people would pray to God every night that they do not end up meeting a bandit group and getting their head chopped off or hanged at their doorstep. Yep, they were as bad as anyone could be.

All the other bandits could still be taken care of, but the only bandit who had crossed the limit of being less of bandit and more of a serial killer was the Red Rackham. The most feared bandits of all, as he was the least merciful, and would finish a man on the spot in the most terrible ways which can't even be imagined; piercing his body with metal wires, squeezing eyeballs out, chopping off fingers and cutting limbs off. His face perfectly, matched with his personality. A very dreary and terrifying face, which even Bloody Mary would fear. Pale features with eyes filled to the brim with a sea of anger and grins like a monster ready for lunch. His hair was tangled and curly, but still looked very audible to the audience that this guy wasn't meant to be messing up with. His legs were strong as if a kick would send a person flying across the Atacama. Had had enormous pouches of AMT Hardballers and Desert eagles. He also had a KaewooK3 assault rifle, customised to the very extent of what it could be. It was the size longer than a cricket or baseball bat. And its firepower was ferocious. A trigger could kill thousands at the drop of a hat or the blink of an eye. The 200mm bullet would slice through the victim's chest and go out in the blue, no one knows where, how, when. It was not only him; there were 47,000 bandits with him which he had specifically chosen and trained for this purpose from all over the Atacama and the neighbouring lands as well. The heavy training was extremely dangerous but laid out the result that the Red Rackham wanted. And every man was heavily armed with guns that will spin your head in no time.

His method of doom was that he would send his messenger into a village, dressed up just like a normal citizens and that person would walk around the village, examining its streets, gold, which the Red Rackham dearly craved for, and reinforcements if available, such as the guns, knives, spears, bow and arrows, basically anything with which he could cause menace. And most importantly, would carve out or find out a secret way to lead at least 47,000 bandits and a king of all bandits to do some heavy bloodshed and raids. His one and only dream was ruling the world, and having everyone at his feet. Adding to the fear of the people, the flag that every village had, would be replaced by a blood red flag, with a black skull with white bones around it, with the body of a person hanging just beside indicating that the king has or soon will, come. All the mapping out, was during the light of the day whereas the flag part was done in the quietness and gloom of the night. And the next morning, out of the blue he would come, riding on the best horses of the whole country. His horse was one of a kind that, was unique, and could not be found anywhere. No one knew its species, but he was majestically black and listened to no one but his master. Other horses would be purchased from the black market and some would be obtained from raids. With guns in his hands as well as behind his back, hanging and pleading his master to please let them shoot the heck out of every person, Hardballers and desert eagle in his pouch tucked to the waist, in case the guns in hand went out of bullets, which he would later use to throw at people's heads, blacking them out. And the father of all weapons, the Kaewoo K9, waiting to exterminate the pests of the village, the sheriff, and its mates. Some of his people would surround the village, which would stop the people from running ,which seldom happened, and half would be inside, doing their hardcore shooting and bloodshed. All that, yeah, literally all that took place before people could ..........forget about running..........they weren't even able to say 'what the heck is goin' on mates??' but before that, boom, and little smear of blood in their forehead, which would soon be filled up and the bullet just happily sliced it through like a knife with a cake. He could easily slice through the neck of any person like a candy out of its stick. But less like a Popsicle hustler, he was the most wanted and most feared bandit.

Frankly, no part of this was rocket science; as though no one knew where, when or how he would strike, but one thing was certain, death was approaching. He would shoot every person in his sight and would send some of his troops to grab hold of the gold and guns and their ammo.

Their territory was somewhere out in the blue, maybe in the desert (according to the myths) and that was the main reason why people never took off from their houses, out in the wilderness of the world. It was not only the wild animals, but it was the father of the bandits, the Red Rackham. His men would be surrounding his territory, ensuring that absolutely no trespasser will be even around there, alive. If found, they would catch him and then take him to their master. And the next day, the body of the person would be happily hanging on the place of the flag of the village with a note and a red flag of his would be there. In the note, there would be a poetry, written by him, but believe me, that would notbe something you would want to hear or tell your children to tell in their poetry recitation. It was a warning; a warning that said

Don't take this lightly, for this is the final call

Or the Red Rackham would soon arrive and the walking dead would be you all

Repeat this, and your village will have its doom

And do not worry, o' dear, it will happen very soon.

Do you want your head chopped off, is that what you want?

If yes, then no problem bubba, bloodshed will your village flaunt...............

Doomsday.......it was all anyone could say. And even though it would be a warning and he might not even come, people's fright made them stay in their houses, as they couldn't flee. Flee to where? There is nowhere to go. Go north, there is a dead end of a cliff that submerged into the water. Go south; there is a sea with no sign of man for hundreds of kilometres. Go west or east, Red Rackham's territory would be near. And no one knew where it was because of mainly two reasons; the desert was less a desert and more like a labyrinth filled with wild snakes and scorpions. And the most dreadful fact that haunted minds , was that there would be the bandit's territory near. Soldiers would grab and take them to their master, for the sight of whom, people would either start praying to God or faint and meeting the ultimately dreaded fate afterwards.