Okay. Maybe I shouldn't have done that. A lot of scary people were looking at me with menacing faces. Gotta move.
*sigh* Safe. Hopefully nothing else happens here.
"Hey."
Ugh. Not again. A man tall enough to be a basketball player talks to me.
"Yeah?" I reply.
"Are you the one who they call, The Reaper?" The man asks excited.
"And why do you think that? How am I similar to The Reaper?" I ask. Of course I have a plan to admit that I am, I just need to know more before doing that. I might be in a lot of trouble if it was the alias of some murderer or something.
"Well, he is said to be the greatest person to ever live. He actually doesn't care about this world, but, he makes it a better place for everyone by who he is. His methods are harsh, but it works." He says like a fanboy admiring a celebrity.
"I am he." I say as boldly as I can. And as Shameless as possible. Gotta live up to that name, no?
"Really?!" He asks, surprised.
"Are you stupid or what?"
"It really is you!" He exclaims as he claps his hands like any girl who finally gets to meet their celebrity crush. "I love what you did to that old woman! Everyone would've let her be, but, you broke her heart just so it can be fixed! There is no doubt that your ways are not without purpose!" And he goes on and on about a lot of things I did in the past.
Wait. This is too specific. Is he a stalker or something? How does he know about that old woman and about that man who was chasing someone?
"How do you know these stuff?" I ask, trying not to sound creeped out.
"You have a page of course!" He shows me a page, ReapAcknowledgePaintExercise.com. Or RAPE. That is not a good acronym for a site.
"What does that link mean?"
"Well, The Reaper, uh, reaps. He also acknowledges the pain and struggle a person goes through. He then paints the person's soul with his methods. And, finally, exercises these three things." That's not a convincing phrase.
The site is full of stories of the things I've done in the past. All those things I did just because I was bored. It turned out that all those people lived better lives because of me. What the hell...
"You're really famous!" He shows me how many people are in the site now. 2 Billion people. 2 BILLION. 2,000,000,000. TWO BILLION.
I feel a chill coming up from my spine. Somebody has been stalking me this whole time. Watching my every move.
The train doors open. I quickly leave. If it's only on the train, they might be accessing the train's footage. So, I take the taxi instead.
"To where?" The taxi driver asks.
"Pasig. Go to Pasig, pag-asa street."
He takes me all the way. The price is huge, considering I came from Makati. This is worth it. I'd rather have my privacy than be on the train.
He takes a glance at me, looks away, and looks at me again. "Aren't you, The Reaper?"
"Hehe. No. What makes you think that?" I ask while hiding my face.
"I've seen you on FaceBook before. The god who is bored so he fixes people's lives." That sound a little different from the description that other fanatic shared.
"That is not me. You got the wrong person."
"No, I insist Mr. Reaper. This ride is free. Thank you for your service. And, could you give me some advice? Please?" He asks as if he was asking for candy from a parent or something.
"No. Go and do something else without me. I don't care about you're stupid little site. If anything, this is stalking. Just leave me alone and live life."
"Thank you!" He says with glee. I am pretty sure that he thought it was a teaching or something.
He went on his way. Happy. Too happy. I go to an apartment I rented a long time ago and kept paying for it just in case I needed it. The apartment is a actually small, but not too small. There are 2 more exact replicas of this apartment beside mine.
I go to open the door then somebody grabs hold of my hand. I look.
"Oh, it is you!" A teen-age girl, almost my height, says to me.
"What do you mean by that?" hopefully she doesn't think I'm The Reaper, too.
"My Mom keeps telling me about you! She always said you were more handsome than my Dad." She laughs. Oh. She lives in the apartment next door. I hadn't noticed.
"Oh, uh, yeah. Nice to meet you." I introduce myself. I don't usually do, but, this girl was cute. I couldn't help myself.
"Nice to meet you, too! I'm Victoria." There is a silence between us. "Welp. I gotta go now. ttyl." She disappears into the sea of people outside the gate. As I watch her leave, a guy sees me. Before I gave him a chance to confirm something that I bet he is thinking, I close the gate, unlock my door, and get inside.
Ugh, today's just not really my day, is it?
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