"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both- And be one traveller, long I stood-And looked down one as far as I could"

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I haven't looked that much far when I chose this path of a vigilante. Like the poet, I chose this because it was less travelled by.

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Like any little boy who was into superheroes, I also wanted to be a superhero. As I grew up I started to live with reality and stopped caring about the world. But sometimes that little superhero came out of me.

That was the moment when I found some friends online who also had the stupid idea of saving the world. We were just three people when we started on this idea.

We created a server and talked about doing something about the bad things happening around the world.

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There were a lot of crimes happening around the word online and offline in each minute. First, we thought about doing something about the famine.

Eventually, we found that to deal with those we need a high authority. Then there was mafia murder around the town I live in. I collected all the information about them from the newspaper and everything.

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I shared it with them and discussed doing something about it. It was Diya who recommended that we should create a chart on all the mafia gangs and the people they have inside the authority.

Finally, as a part of the expansion, we became five people on the computer researching on the crimes.

We started working on the field, the first one we done was a meetup. We all wanted to make our world a little bit more powerful.

It was a Friday we chose the beach as a place to meet. It was three boys and two girls gang. There were not friendly attachments when we seen each other. We were planning to take things into action.

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It was Alan who recommended that if one can join with him, he can hack the police department's database and have a collection of important criminals and all the data about them.

Diya was one of the other good programmers we had. So Diya and Alan become the hacker guys.

Now me and two boys, Steve and John. We were ready for the fieldwork. It was about following some of the loose ends of the crimes-taking pictures of them and creating a list of people they are going to meet.

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We worked individually for not getting caught, we came online on each night and shared the data we had. Alan and Diya collected all the information about the criminals in the town through the database.

The stunning fact was that the police didn't have any data on the real ones who are really behind all these crimes. We collected images of people and the information about them whom's name wasn't even mentioned on any police records.

It was a Sunday, as usual, I came online at 11 PM for analysing the data we had for making the chart and connections. Everyone came online and started talking about the scenario.

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Then abruptly Alan came up with an idea of putting all information we have on a website to the public and he assured that there was no digital footprint left behind. They all are some kind if supporting his idea, even Diya.

That was the moment I found out that, they have already been planning on it and I was the last one they added. It was hard for me to accept the fact that I was being no one from a group I created.

I started arguing my point even when the was no one to support my perspective. I always warned them about going public digitally.

They all had the idea of being famous by creating a website and putting their name on it. They wanted to be a cult and have followers around the world.

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Finally, I left them. I found out that they already got another server for discussing these things and I'm the foolish guy wandering behind them. I said my last words to stop them from doing it.

They were going to do that in the midnight. I shut down the computer and went to bed with a lot of disturbing thoughts.

It was a peculiar light that was coming through the window. I woke from slumber and took my phone. They were thirty-one missed calls.

"Oh my God"

It was from them, each of them had called me several times. I called back everyone, the reply created a blast in my heart. Everyone was switched off.

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I log on to the computer and checked the messages on the server. There is a link shared to me at the time when they launched the site. I opened, It leads to a website that's been blocked.

I started smelling something bad, then there was a message from Diya which was sent to me on private. It was just about after an hour of the launch of the website. It said,

"They are coming for you, run."

That was something I was never expecting, I packed everything and started running to the railway station. I knew that either my friends are dead or they are on the run.

Months passed, Now I'm in somewhere I don't even know. This place was the one which was hard to spot from the map. Maybe no one is searching for me, I don't know.

Now I'm living a life of loneliness. No more time to be a superhero. Just working hours to have a good meal and I'm happy with it. I haven't heard from any of them after that.

Those last lines of Frost's poem are still coming to my mind,

"I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference."

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