Two months later
The streets of Ceres was a light with silent chaos, littered as it always was with filth piled in every corner at every turn and a cigarette crushed under foot with ever step. But regardless of the normalcy, a strange anomaly had taken hold and festered in the shadows of the slums leaving them to go about their day glancing over their shoulders at every opportunity.
Dead Beat…
That was the new name that was taboo on the streets. The head of the Gang, some stranger that went by the name of Fate, had sauntered into Ceres and grabbed the reins of this wild horse with both grace and effortless skill. After six months the guy now ruled the slums with an iron fist. His word was law and to go against him meant to rebel against the new order of the Slum.
The crime was treason.
The penalty was death.
His word was non-negotiable his laws absolute.
He accepted nothing short of conformity and rejected any act of defiance. No one knew from where he came from or the motifs which stirred him to action. Many didn't so much as hear his voice and only few knew what he looked like. But one thing was for certain, there was a leader in the man, the kind that they felt could shape Ceres in the utopian society it was originally designed to be.