Organs For Sale

If you are looking to buy stomachs and livers, you have come to the wrong place. This is the first of many chapters in the ongoing Reddit series, Organs For Sale. It follows an immortal man who sells his organs for extra cash…until the CIA gets involved. Loaded with action, comedy, and heart, this is one you will not want to miss! Without further ado, let's get into it!

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The smell of body odor and grease lingered in the air. Sitting shoulder to shoulder were two men in black suits, both waiting for the man sitting across from them to respond with something more than the spasming of his own leg.

"Can you run me through the plan again?" the man asked, wiping his sweaty forehead with his apple green beanie.

"Relax Sam, you're going to do fine," one of the agents said.

"Easy for you two to say. You're not the one walking into the lion's den."

"All you have to do is get a name and make the buy. Not like you're going to stiff him on the bill," the other agent said, sliding a metal briefcase to him.

Sam put the briefcase on his lap to slow down his uncontrollable leg. "What if he wants more money? Or kills me after I bring the money?"

"If we are right about the organization behind this, he won't kill you. Bad business to off valuable clients like yourself."

"What if he finds out I'm a nobody?"

"That's why we are here, so get out there before you're late."

Sam stood up from his spot, but his feet refused to move. He was bolted to the dirty floor by the most powerful force known to man. Fear.

The agent who spoke first, stood up and put his hand on Sam's shoulder. "If you miss that meeting, he will know something is up. And we won't be able to protect you when he comes for you."

Sam willed his feet to move and pushed open the door to the outside world. He stepped down into a deep puddle that brought him out of his fear induced fog. The world became clear and his heart beat with a purpose. He walked off to the alley on his right, breathing in the night dew. His feet clapped against the asphalt and squished ever so slightly when his socks made contact with the liner of his shoes.

His pace quickened as he traveled down the alley. Nobody was in sight, but he felt eyes watching him from everywhere. Suddenly a voice echoed in his head, causing him to jump.

"Sam, comms check," one of the agents said.

"You scared the shit in me," Sam said.

"Don't you mean out?" the other agent said.

"In. Out. What difference does it make?"

"Could make a lot? I find it harder to do these deals with a load in my pants."

"Just shut up, I'm almost there," Sam whispered as he cleared the alleyway.

In front of him was a large construction area with scaffolding going up several stories. The metal beam skeleton of the building and dirt floor was all there was of the new building. Waiting for Sam was the man of the hour, Dimitri Vanov. He was dressed in a bright blue shirt with pink arm brackets and white athletic shorts. Sam would have figured him for a flashy runner, if not for the blue lunchbox he was holding.

"Sam, you made it!" Dimitri said, lifting his lunchbox in the air.

Sam nodded to him and closed the gap so they could speak without giving away their meeting place to any nearby eavesdroppers. He wanted to look around for other goons, but it seemed Dimitri had come alone.

"Sam, how are you my friend?"

"I'm good Dimitri. Are we going to do this or not?" Sam said, unable to resist looking around.

"Of course, but why are you looking around? We are the only ones here."

"Sorry, I'm just nervous."

"Nothing to be nervous about, my friend. I got you the hook up for your dear old babushka." Dimitri slapped the lunchbox. "One good heart, as requested."

"Can I see it?"

Dimitri smiled. "Just a peek. Don't want it to get too warm."

Dimitri opened the lunchbox a sliver, letting the cold mist escape it's prison. Inside, Sam saw the red heart in all its glory. He only got a quick glimpse before Dimitri closed the lid again.

"Can't let it get too warm. Are you satisfied?"

"Yes."

"So...we trade now?"

"You don't want to see if there is money in it?" Sam asked, shaking the case in his hand.

"I trust you Sam."

Sam offered him the case and they swapped. Dimitri's arm dropped from the unexpected heft.

"Wow. One hundred thousand sure is heavier than I thought," Dimitri said with a smile.

Sam gulped. Was this him hinting at something? Was he made? He knew he had to just ask the question and get out of there.

"I was wondering...where do you get these organs?"

"I collect them myself. They are from yours truly," Dimitri said, giving a bow.

"You don't work with anyone else?"

"Just a local vet I know. She helps me pull them out. Kind of hard to do it myself without passing out or ruining them."

"How do you select your...donor? Does she choose?" Sam cringed asking the question.

Dimitri returned a quizative look. "Donor? I am the donor."

Sam shook his head. "This isn't your actual heart. Do you know what I mean?"

"I think I do. I must not have been clear. That literally is my heart. I took it from my actual chest."

"What, are you going to tell me you're immortal or something?" Sam laughed.

Dimitri shrugged. "Guilty."

"You can't be serious?"

"Do you require a demonstration?"

"I…"

Dimitri did not wait for an answer before he flicked open a knife and stabbed himself above his own hip. Slicing the skin open like a zipper, he made an incision big enough for his hand to reach in. Using his other hand, he dug in and ripped out his kidney. Blood flowed from his side and other organs tried to escape out the hole he made. Sam threw up on the spot, letting his bile splash next to Dimitri's blood puddle.

Dimitri stood there grimacing, but still standing while Sam had collapsed to his knees. Footsteps echoed from the alleyway of the two agents. Their weapons were drawn and they feasted their eyes on the disgusting scene. Dimitri simply waved at them, still holding his own kidney.

"You want a kidney? Still fresh."

The agent's fired upon him, knocking him to the floor. They moved in on Dimitri, who was coughing and holding a now smashed kidney in his hand. Blood leaked from the new holes he was given, but his consciousness was still intact.

"Sam, you sure have some trigger happy friends," Dimitri said, before looking at the mashed kidney in his hand. "Aw man, that was a good kidney."

"Sam, let me see the wound," one of the agents said, kneeling down to him. The agent patted him down, but didn't find any injury.

The other agent kept his weapon aimed at Dimitri, who didn't mind until the agent reached for the briefcase.

"No, that's my money."

"You won't need it," the agent said.

"Yes I will. I got a vet to pay."

"Tell us who your supplier is and I'll give you a merciful death."

Dimitri reached up and grabbed the gun from the agent. The agent fired one shot into Dimitri's skull, but Dimitri didn't yield. Dimitri rose up from the bloody ground and pistol whipped the agent. The agent tending to Sam tried to defend himself, but Dimitri's foot was faster. He fell next to his pistol whipped partner, both laying in Dimitri blood. Sam looked up at Dimitri who was trying to dig the bullet out of his forehead.

Dimitri plucked the still hot bullet from his skull and threw it at the puddle. "Your friends are assholes, you know that?"

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