[ WP ] the people who captured you do n't want to kill you , they do n't even want to hurt you .

Collectors... is what they call themselves. They hunt down people who, lack of a better way of saying it, are nothing. They do not contribute anything to their local community, and basically live their lives influencing none or anything. They are hermits, drifters, Hobos, or recluses, that are gathered up like sheep by the Collectors and made use of. Moving these people from one place to another, making them completely different and untraceable bar their new identities fake records. Doctors wont remember the faces of all their patients that they have treated. An extra file or two wont seem too strange. If the person has a rather long medical history, than their records are edited to show a life of moving around frequently. Family are informed that of your disappearance, but of course you will not pity them as soon you will not be aware you and this missing person are one and the same. 
 
 The Collectors take you, and change you, make you a different person almost entirely. Your given a new life, and new job. New family, and new language. And memories of your past life are erased in favor of the memories of your new fake life. Every now and then, you will get a phone call. Usually in the middle of the night or when your alone, and given a task to find someone you believe will not be missed. Whether you want to do so or not, does not quench the feeling of obligation you have to do so. You will forget about having done this minutes after the task is complete, and even compensated for your efforts. 
 
 How do I know this? Let me tell you about Andrew Filmore. At 19 years old he wanted to make it as a musician. His father never really understood him, and his mother just watched as his father would beat him. But behind all the anger and the sadness, there was a creative heart.....past that I dont know what he wanted out of life, or even how he got to be where he is today. 
 
 My name is Marius Kalyan. I am 37 years old and have been practicing medicine for almost 12 years. I have lived in Capetown for as long as i can remember with my wife and child. Problem is... recently, when someone approached me and asked me where I had been all these years. I couldnt deny that his face held some recognition to me, despite him being from America and I never having left my country. But it was the name he called me that caused these memories and headaches that have plagued me recently. He called me Andrew. Needless to say, I have remembered everything now, and am convinced my wife is a collector too. I dont know what to do... but I dont think that matters anymore. The collectors are coming for me, and are going to try to take me again. This time, I wont let them take me without a fight. To whoever finds this message, please stop them. Stop them from playing with anyone elses lives.
