Tall, lean, still fine looking despite the age. All these features distracted others from looking into his sly, foxy eyes, from seeing the evil within. How could they? Combining these looks with sweet talk and innocent smile make him the noblest man on earth. Only I, only I realized his true nature from the very, first look into his eyes. I still remember it because I still feel it. Frightened, never in my life have I ever been frightened of someone that much. That’s why I always look at the floor every time I meet with him. I can’t already get over the sensation of fear to experience it again. And he knew that very well. He knew that of all people I get him best. Perhaps that’s why I am his favorite, or should I say his most amusing game of manipulation? Manipulation. That’s how he gets what he wants. Never, once, used force in doing his dirty work. He can beguile everything around him whether it be people or circumstances, to do the dirty work for him. Today, I should meet with him, and while I walk the long corridor to his office, I keep recalling our last meeting, when for the first time, I witness him angry. I fear him calm, his face and eyes, and seeing him angry made me think that Satan might not be that bad looking after all. “Social media did it, there is nothing more I hate than social media”. That’s what he said, and honestly, I have begun to hate it too. That intangible thing that forced me to see such face. People began warning each other of ways of abduction for taking organs. Business is going to the dogs. Things are bad and the demand is getting higher; ghosts of threatens are roaming everywhere. People have become more aware, more cautious thanks to social media. They keep posting things like Don’t help lost, innocent, cute kids, they are gonna take you somewhere and BAM, you are left stitched and with no organs. Same applies to old ladies. Beware of people asking you to take a picture of them, you touch that phone or camera, you put your hand near your nose, you are drugged then BAM, organs gone. Don’t fall asleep in transportation, hold your kid’s hand tightly, don’t accept street flyers, don’t get into the first taxi you see if your purse or bag got stolen. Many don’ts or BAM, BAM, BAM, organs, where? Organs gone. Now, manipulation is the only thing that ended up being gone, and that’s what made him angry, not the business, no, but the fun in the business. “With sunrise, I need you in my office”. He felt awkwardly happy, and that’s even scarier than being angry. Why? Why would he be so damn happy?
* Come in
* Sir, you’ve asked for me. Don’t look into his eyes, don’t, just don’t.
* Look me in the eyes, I want you to see the genius in them. Haha, that’s so cliché, isn’t it?
I lift my head. Dammit, when the hell did his eyes turn yellowish. The yellowish irises rest on deep red marks in the white, a sign of staying up for, perhaps, more than two nights. They fit him. Now, Satan has come up to earth wearing his true face. He smiles, amused, no, ecstatic, not just amused. He is happy, he is back to his favorite game.
* Ah, look at you too pale all of a sudden, you can see it, right? You can see that I’m back, truly back. Ain’t I just dazzling?
* Yes, sir
* Ok, take it easy now, you know me well, “Never resort to Violence”, don’t you?
* Yes, sir
* I am that happy because I want to do good. It’s winter, and it is a harsh one. It almost never stops snowing.
He wear his innocent smile, what now, God please help.
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* I want to help. I want to help all the homeless people out there. Our country have many, doesn’t it?
* Yes, sir
* We have to help then, and to do so we’re using my now most liked, no, loved tool, social media.
WHAT ON EARTH? Liked, loved???
* Look at your eyes bobbing out of its socket. He laughs.
I’m reminded of snakes.
* I like it that you can’t hide your thoughts 36, snakes. He smirks.
Now it’s time for sweat to roll over my forehead. Stop freaking shaking. He smirks again.
* I will afford them, the homeless, with buses to stay in, which will be loaded with the finest blankets, cushions, and even meals. I will provide meals.
* That’s very noble of you, sir.
* Through social media they would know of these buses and their location.
When in hell did he become that kind? Right now, his eyes brightens like when you change your mobile to full brightness in a dark room.
- “888, call 888 and you will get a free shelter. If you know any homeless call 888 and we will shelter him/her”. That’s what you should keep posting on social media. That’s your role. Easy, eh? See, you needn’t worry. Told you, no violence whatsoever. I’m thinking of doing some good now.
* Yes, sir. I will do as you please.
With that, I left his office. But why? Why and how is he being good all of a sudden? What does he plan on doing? For what purpose does he need those people? Aren’t we enough? We were all homeless and he took us in young. A fifty of us, aren’t we enough? Still, I don’t think he intents to hurt them. “You are valuable to me, homeless are valuable to me”, that’s what he keeps telling us. He would never destroy what is valuable and handy to him. However, would he train them like us and then give out more numbers? Does he need them for the dirty work he never allows us doing, and never had I an idea how he manages such work all alone? “Patience, is all you need 36, when nothing else presents itself”, yes, patience is all I have now. I did what he asked. For a whole week, I kept posting that on social media “CALL 888 FOR SHELTER” and all other details. He prepared all the buses which looked crazily nice and cozy. Perhaps, he wants to really do good. After all, he knows how much I care for the homeless. I was once one of them. That’s why he assigned me that task. That’s what I thought until a time came winter ended, and people who kept coming never got back. Only organs did. To us. In tons. And money followed. In tons. To us.
A WEEK LATER
* Come on in 37.
* Sir, we just finished burying 36. I’m sorry for your loss, sir.
* Thanks you, 49.
* Sir, can I ask you a favor?
* Sure, anything
* Please, forgive 36 for committing suicide. He couldn’t take it. He couldn’t believe that the homeless would hurt you that much and steal everything in the buses and run. I think he felt responsible because he brought them in.
* You know me 37, I have already forgiven him. You know how much I care for you.
* I’m very sorry. If only he quits those teary and sad eyes, he is so kind and gentle.
* It’s ok, please 37 take care. You are valuable to me.
* I will, sir. Please stay safe.
The door closes after 37.
Ahh 36, that was a fun game of manipulation. You knew too much of my nature and me. It was challenging. That made it all the fun. Yes, YOU, not the stupid organs, are valuable to me. Smirk.