“In the past, there used to be rumors about small groups ruling the governments. Nowadays, it is not even top secret information, it is a well known fact. People behind the government want their people to call them ‘The Organisation’. The Organisation got stronger everyday and one day they decided to take over. People say that if they want, they can erase any country from the map. They know everything that happens in the country. Hear and see… There is nowhere to hide.
I understood what they meant by saying that when people from the upper class came to take me to the center. At first I felt sick and I couldn’t do anything but ask where we were going or what they wanted from a simple guy like me. This was the first day of me working for the Organisation.
I started working for the Organisation as a ‘Collector’. A Collector is a person who goes to the given location and arrests or retrieves the target that they are assigned to. So that day, the people who came to take me from my house were Collectors.
After a few months, I received a letter saying that I was getting a promotion. This was weird because every other Collector that I talked with was saying that they had been a Collector ever since they knew themselves. So getting promotions must be rare but here I am, getting promoted in the beginning of my third month working for the Organisation.
I was promoted to be a ‘Giver’. Everybody was saying the same thing: Being a Giver is riskier than being a Collector. As far as I understand Givers’ main mission is to deliver packages. What makes this job risky is the risk of getting attacked and mugged. Especially after the economic crisis, crime rates went through the roof. Since this was the case, Givers were mandatory to go to the missions as a three-man cell.
But the real story begins one and a half months after I started working as a Giver. Yesterday, I got another letter from the Organisation, saying that I was getting another promotion. Also it was written on the paper that I shouldn’t tell anyone about this promotion and details tomorrow. So today I woke up feeling both excited and uneasy. I had been waiting for people from the Organisation to come and pick me up from my home. Hours passed but nobody came. There couldn’t be any mistakes. It was an indisputable fact that the system that the Organisation brought with them was working perfectly like cogs and gears inside a steam-powered machine.
Finally a black car came to pick me up. The car was obviously from the Organisation. It was freshly washed and from its tires to windows, it was shining under the midday sun. After an hour of car ride we were there, in the main building of the Organisation. I still had no idea about the details of my promotion and my anxiety was increasing with every second. We took the elevator to the 100th floor. There I saw the biggest door I had ever seen in my life. It looked gorgeous with the gold and black embroideries on it.
When we got inside, there was only a chair, a desk and a paper on it in sight. People who escorted me to this room stayed next to the door and closed it after I got inside. I walked to the desk and took the paper. It was only written ‘The Traveler’ and ‘Sit!’ on the paper. I didn’t understand a thing. Paper was referring to me as ‘The Traveler’. At least this was my first assumption. I sat down on the chair.
The next thing I remember is pitch black. When the light came back I was lying down on a bed. Firstly, I thought I was dreaming one of those crazy dreams. But then I realized it wasn’t my room that I was in. I got up and looked outside the window. Something was odd. No, actually everything was different. This wasn’t the city I was initially living in. But I was pretty sure it was the same place at the same time. Right at the moment I got too close to lose it, I heard a voice. I looked around but there was no one with me in the room. Then I heard it again, from the left side this time. And from both sides for one last time. Then it started to speak. ‘Welcome Traveler.’ said the voice. ‘Don’t worry. There is nobody else in the room other than you. I am currently talking to you through the earphones you are wearing.’ I didn’t know who or what it was yet I knew that creature was able to see me. I asked where I was and what my duty was. ‘You are here to retrieve something. Actually, to be more precise, you are going to hunt down someone. You got everything you need in the bag hidden in the closet.’ replied the voice. After hearing the answer, more questions swarmed my head. Why me? I was going to hunt down someone? I was? Me? Impossible.
I was finally able to ask more questions shortly afterwards putting my thoughts in order. However, after hearing the answer the voice gave to this last question, I got dizzy. ‘We chose you because you are the most successful subject we have ever seen so far. Actually, you know what? You deserve to know everything. This experiment started nearly five months ago, the time you started working for the Organisation, as a Collector. We have been watching you ever since. And eventually your progress and results made us choose you as the main subject.’ said the voice. I didn’t understand a thing. I got so dizzy that I thought the floor under my feet was moving. A few seconds passed and the voice continued, ‘Now, you are here to kill someone. Someone that lived long ago. You are here to hunt your own relatives, your grand-grandparents. This room, this house is your relatives’. You have exactly one hour to complete this mission, Traveler. We will come and take you after the given time elapses. Good luck.’
I found a box and threw up. This answer still wasn’t enough. Why me? Why? This was literally a suicide mission. I couldn’t complete this mission. To begin with, if I kill my relatives, there is a possibility that I will disappear. But since I was here, flesh and blood, thinking, breathing, it was impossible, right? So here I am, writing everything that is happening right now. Only one minute left and I still couldn’t do it. I got rid of my earphones since I thought they were listening and watching me through them. I will hide this letter in this book. İf you find this letter…”
The writing ended at this point. I have no idea who wrote it and put it between the pages of my book. I think Kyle did it, yeah it must be one of his lame pranks. I guess asking him about the letter tomorrow would be the most sensible decision.