With six-inch heels and the sun blazing directly on her head, Acer was dripping wet as she navigated the tall grass. Her legs were killing her as she began regretting not wearing her sneakers.
She was in the most rural parts of Texas, heading to the farm of someone on her list. She stopped and stared at the map, making sure that she was on the right farm. She wanted to make sure that she was at 30-year-old Berth's house, her last recruit on the list. She was so exhausted that all she wanted was to go home and relax in her bathtub, listening to her favorite music.
However that dream was far from her reach. She only got ten acceptances from willing participants out of the 50 total participants from the 50 states of the country.
If the rest were not going to accept the invitation, she was supposed to go back to the other 40 states and recruit all over again.
The United States of America had fifty states, and her employers wanted one player to represent each state. Only ten states desperately agreed without questions. Pennsylvania, Iowa, Louisiana, Montana, Nebraska, Idaho, Maryland, Arizona, Colorado, and Kansas were among the states represented.
She was still waiting for replies from other contestants. They all had up to noon to reply, or else she was going to start recruiting all over again, which was very stressful. Getting on a plane every four hours was like taking a tire on her, plus she hated some states.
She had to make the last stop, Berth, whose daughter needed a facial transplant. With good coercion, she was optimistic the woman was going to join the game.
Looking at the file in her hands, she gagged at the girl's disfigured face. She looked like a mini-Frankenstein. Any mother would do anything to get into the game and give her a facial transplant. She would if that was her daughter. She could only hold her fingers crossed. She walked up to the house, her serious facial expressions set.
She knocked twice but did not receive any response. She was quite aware that the mother and daughter were inside.
Ever since the accident, Berth always stayed locked up inside the house. Unless she had some work to do on the farm or had to buy groceries.
She knocked again, receiving no response. It was very clear the woman was deliberately ignoring her, but she was not going to give up. She put her handbag on the ground and began hitting the door like a crazy woman.
Suddenly, the door opened and Berth walked out, pointing her handgun straight at her face.
"Finally, my legs were itching out here," Acer said, unconcerned with the handgun aimed at her.
"Who the fuck are you?" Berth yelled, pointing a gun directly at her head.
The woman in front of her was not phased. She looked tired but not scared, and Berth could tell she was not from around Texas.
"I have come to make you an offer," Acer replied.
I'm not interested. Take whatever you are selling to wherever you came from! " Berth replied, and shut the door in the face of the new visitor.
Acer was left in disbelief. Even though she liked challenges, she was not in the mood. She was so tired and just wanted to sleep, so she went straight to the point.
"The company I work for is willing to pay for your child's facial reconstruction if you play a simple game." She yelled at the top of her voice.
She was very sure she was loud enough for the woman inside the house. There was silence. She placed her ears next to the door and waited. In seconds, she heard footsteps marching towards the door, and she quickly moved away from the door.
The door opened, and this time the woman was not pointing a handgun at her.
"Is this some kind of joke?" Berth asked, annoyed. She was a straightforward woman who never tolerated nonsense.
"Do I look like I'm joking?" Acer replied in her usual tone, her face difficult to make out because of the dark shades she was wearing.
Berth stared at her with folded arms, taking in everything visible to her in every detail.
"The rich people being on top of the donor list is not a secret. What if rich, sick psychos created a game to give poor people who can't afford it a chance to play a series of silly games in order to win a spot at the top of the donor list? " She asked.
Berth began regretting opening the door for the second time. She was about to turn when Acer pushed herself inside the house, nearly tipping her down to the ground. Berth could not believe the audacity. She turned and stared at the weird woman.
"The game is free. See it as an opportunity to give back what you stole from your daughter," Acer added.
"Get out!" Berth yelled.
"You caused the accident that horribly left your daughter with that face, didn't you?"
Out of anger, Berth grabbed the gun she had placed on the corner of her door and pointed it again at the bitchy stranger without manners.
"It was an accident, it was a stupid accident," she cried out...
"I know, that's why we selected you for the game," Acer replied, swaying her hands and unconcerned about the gun pointed at her face.
She went on to explain how the game worked and what her job was in the arrangement. All the while, Berth had a gun pointed at her. She had no idea whether to believe the shit coming out of the woman's mouth or not. Acer played her videos of herself playing the games in order to authenticate the game.
"So are you in or out?" She asked.
"This is all bullshit!"
"Bullshit, that will give your daughter a chance at a new life," Acer replied.
"You expect me to believe that if I run naked in a shopping mall, these rich fools will pay for my daughter's surgery?"
"The games change every single year, but every day for an entire week you will receive instructions to do something silly like that for their entertainment," Acer explained.
"A week? What if I'm busy?"
"You can still do the act the following day, but remember you have to complete the task before moving on to the next game."
She watched as the woman in front of her breathed in and out heavily.
"Bullshit," Berth replied.
Acer rolled her eyes and looked away. A little frustration was beginning to build inside of her, but it looked like she was wasting time. She had a long night ahead of her. She got out her phone and scrolled.
"What are you doing?" Berth asked.
"I am searching if your replacement lives near here. Let's see, let's see, Carol Egans," she said out loud.
"Wait a minute, I know her," Berth replied.
She knew Carol from the children's hospital. She had a son whose face was severely burned in a house fire, and just like Berth, Carol could not afford to pay for reconstructive surgery.
"Wait a minute... you can't come in here with a bullshit game and expect me to believe you!" She began panicking.
Acer responded, "Berth life is a gamble for those who have the guts to gamble and wait to see if it pays off, and then there's your type, always playing safe and losing out. Anyway, I will give you until noon tomorrow to decide," she said, and wrote down her number on the table before leaving the house without glancing back.
Berth was left standing with her gun still in her hands, wondering who the hell the woman was and the nerve. But there was a part of her that was processing and trying to make sense of the offer.
Finally, she was home, and as soon as she opened the hotel door, she rushed to the bathroom. It was the first time that she had stayed that long in her own sweat. She wanted to soak it all in the luxury tub.She always enjoyed that part of her job and the luxury that came with it. She always promised herself she would enjoy that part no matter how bad things went. She deserved that part. At least, that's what she kept telling herself.She gently undressed and slid into the bathtub. She only desired a lengthy bath. The following day was going to be a whirlwind. She still hadn't heard back from the other 40 states, and she was running out of time.She coul
Berth sat in her living room, her hands still clutching her handgun. She kept staring at the watch. Her invitation was expiring in thirty minutes. The thought of the game being real and getting replaced was what was eating her up.The strange lady was right. It was all her fault that her child was faceless and lying in the next room, hiding from the cruel world. The thought of it made her tear up as she held onto her handgun.She had nothing to lose by playing the game, she thought to herself. She would jump to the end of the world for her daughter, but yet there she was counting the minutes away.Yes, there was a big chance the games were fake, but the pity was on the lady and not her.<
Most of them wailed in pain, while others dropped their phones in shock. There was silence, as she waited for them to recover and pick up the phones. After some minutes, they were all back on the phones, scared but silent. She went straight to welcoming them and went straight to game one.GAME 1"Game 1," she explained, "call someone in your phone book who you know will not pick up."There was total silence, with most of the players raising their eyebrows in confusion. This forced her to repeat h
The morning came with its horror. Most contestants hid away from the rising sun as it reminded them of the possibility that their horror was not yet over. The night had seemed too short for those that wanted out, while it seemed too long for those that were eager to get done with it and get the organs.Some of them woke up pretending like nothing happened. Some stayed in their houses locked up, scared of what was going to happen to them. They thought if they hid away, their new problem would just evaporate away.However, at precisely noon, the white box containing the phones reappeared for each contestant who had previously destroyed their phones. The organizer chose noon because it allowed every contestant in different time zones to participate in th
Acer watched as Alabama entered his house, shaking. At least some of the players were not idiots, and soon they were going to realize that the more they resisted, the more people were going to die.She chuckled and turned her attention to Pennsylvania. The player seemed determined and lacked a thread of dignity. She watched as a man who appeared to be in his thirties navigated through the subway. He was a small, struggling lawyer, tall, with short dark hair and a medium build, who had been married for eight years.She remembered that he was playing for his daughter, who needed a cornea transplant in both eyes, or else she was going to live the rest of her life blind. Before she could react, her second phone rang and she quickly answered it. It was her bosses demanding her to speed up the game or else they would take action."I understand, sir, I was hoping the players would..." She replied but was cut off and given new instructions to spice the games up.Acer's face grayed in dismay. She swallowed hard and nodded along to every instruction.She looked at the phone, then at her screen monitor in horror. She put both her phones down and went to her bathroom for a breather. She stood in front of the mirror, staring back at her puffy eyes with dark circles. She was not getting enough sleep. She missed her long naps and would kill for one but thereThe Organ Games Chapter 9
The silence dragged, some phones landed on the floor as some hands froze or became too sweaty, making it too slippery for them to hold phones.Acer gave them time to digest what they had just seen. She wanted them to become immersed in the horror they had willingly signed up for. She walked to her kitchen and began preparing herself dinner.Hiding on a secluded island resort, most rich people would be enjoying the scenery, jet skiing, or haunting, but the guests of the island were not into that. They called themselves pledgers, and they were busy applauding the horror they had just witnessed. Finally, they were getting the show they had paid for. They had put in a lot of money in order to acquire the resources that were required for the type of sick g
The other lady, who was in the car, volunteered to check for the ten in her handbag, but Louisiana yelled at her not to. The two ladies stared at her, terrified. The game had specifically instructed the players to limit themselves to one stranger per player. "I want her to give me the money," Louisiana insisted, pointing at the first woman. "She is the one that said I was a bad mother so it's only fair she gives me the two dollars," she responded in a more subdued tone after realizing she was frightening the two women. "Get out of the car," she ordered. "I beg your pardon?" the woman asked.  
Texas walked outside and found her boss pissed, waiting for her outside the helicopter."Sparing their lives was never an option," she said as she walked past him."Are you insane? They were the only people that would lead to the filthy man in charge of those stupid games!" He yelled at her."No one in that room knows who the idiot is," she spat out, annoyed, and entered the helicopter. Sebastian closed his eyes in irritation and followed suit. The helicopter was in the air in seconds, heading back to Washington. A message popped up on Sebastian's phone, forcing him to frown."What? Who was that?" Texas asked."Since you have forgotten how to play as a team member, it is none of your business," he replied, putting his phone away."The stupid leader was probably watching. With all the investors gone, he will need to recruit new ones," she explained.Sebastian glanced at her with interest.She explained "He is probably going to recruit every person that will take over from each of thos
Two hours elapsed with the organizers playing hide and seek with their computer mice. Their lives depended on finding their boss, but they couldn't find him. They kept asking for more time just to stall the wrath that was going to descend on them. Their eyes darted around crazily, looking for a way out, which was impossible given that the entire building was under lockdown. Tired of waiting, one of the pledgers walked to where they were seated and shot one of them straight in the head, splashing some blood and brains all over the other organizers before dropping to the ground. The entire arena let out a terrifying wail. "Maybe this will motivate the others to work faster!" he yelled. The organizers froze in terror for split seconds. Their entire bodies became impossibly still, with their hands twitching spastically, making it impossible for them to type on their computers. Their colleague lay a few centimeters from their legs, brains, and blood everywhere. What started as a pe
Hanging from a rope with her hands bonded together and her legs barely touching the ground, Acer finally opened her eyes. She could feel painful cuts on her face that felt like her flesh was bare.She looked around, trying to make sense of where she was. She vividly remembered being at Washington's house and having a needle stuck in her. She began panicking, "Hello, is... anyone... in here?" She spoke in a suffocated whisper. Her voice was trembling.She looked down, and that's when she noticed the blood all over her and the pieces that appeared to be skin. She knew it was hers but could not tell which part of her body it was from. A sickening wave of terror welled up from her belly as a voice from behind her finally spoke."Sleeping ugly has finally woken up," Texas said and began pushing on a high mirror. "You are going to love what I have done with your face," she said as she brought the mirror in front of her hostage.Acer stared at the mirror and let out a loud scream, forcing T
At Washington's house, Acer, still strapped in the chair, began panicking. She was sure it had been hours, yet Washington was not dropping to the ground and neither was anyone coming to save her or making a call on her phone.It appeared they were just watching and enjoying the show at her expense. There was no doubt her boss had abandoned her. She needed to start using her head fast if she was going to leave the house alive."Listen to me, Washington. I can help you get your wife's organs.""Shut up, do not think I am that stupid!" He yelled back at her."What's your fuckin' plan here exactly?" "None of your business," he replied, leaning on the wall. He had no idea what he was doing, but he knew he had a death wish. He looked at his watch. It was exactly two hours since he told Louisiana about his hostage situation. He got his phone out of his pocket and turned it back on. A lot of messages from Louisiana popped up, but none from Texas. Louisiana acknowledged passing off the messa
"Before you say a single word, please be sure what comes out of your mouth is correct because you have only five minutes to convince me why you made the call," Sebastian warned."I want back on the team, and I have a mission in mind," she replied.The man chuckled, his eyes fixed on the little girl.Texas signaled for a waitress and ordered the little girl's favorite ice cream. She then got out headphones and placed them on the girl's ears as the ice cream was brought to her."Is it not too cold for ice cream?" Sebastian asked."For the past three days, I had locked her underground in a safe room. I promised her ice cream once we went out, " she explained and told him about the organ-organized games and how she found herself in it.He stared at her with raised eyebrows. He was a man of few words and was good at hiding his emotions and reactions. She could not tell whether he believed her or not."I want to take them down, and you have the resources to help me," she added.He chuckled,
The pledgers watched, and as much as they wanted to feel sorry for the players, they couldn't. Killing or getting killed by Texas was the only solution to their misery. They already knew what they signed up for the second they were threatened with playing the game. They needed to finish up what they started or commit suicide. Those were the only two ways out of the contract. The pledgers were tired of waiting for some action. Acer was still in the air, the players were showing no signs of playing and Texas had disappeared into her safe room for hours while five corpses were rotting in her yard.It appeared the boss was not going through with the plans of calling the authorities on her, and it appeared they were not going to pick up the bodies either.They were left staring at a lot of empty screens with no action or any sign of action. A total of five hours had elapsed with nothing and total quiescence.Unknown to them, in Texas, in a small pub, Texas pushed a little trap door. She
The boss breathed in and out, staring at the screen and bursting into laughter like a mad man. Hiding one dysfunctional chip was one thing, but all the players having a dysfunctional chip was the end of his game.To make matters worse, the man who was equipped to fix the chips was still in the hospital. There was nothing he could do but laugh at himself. He kept laughing and pressing the buttons until his eyes were watery red and he was out of breath.She outsmarted him. He was nothing but a joke, both to his family and his employees. After fifty years of his family running successful games, he was the first one that broke the chain and failed, and his downfall was a tiny mysterious woman who appeared to have popped out of nowhere.He grabbed his vodka and began drinking it straight from the bottle as he loosened his tie. "Berth Rosewood, I think we should meet in person," he said, as he took a sip.He focused his attention on the screen. The players finished up with their goodbyes li
"How... how did she know my name?" Washington whispered.The other players looked at each other, blank. They remembered telling her their names in the safe room but not Washington's. They had no idea what his name was prior to Texas saying it out. They were also sure Washington had not been down there."I didn't tell anyone what my name was. Then where did she get my name?"Alabama pointed out, "You should be more interested about how she stitched your torn artery than how she got to know your name."Washington could only stare at him without altering a single word.The organizers were also confused as to how she knew his name. If he had not told anyone, then they were in trouble.Her phone rang as she walked into her bedroom, searching for her car keys. She looked at the number and recognized it immediately. It was their leader."Hello, love," she replied."Stop with the stupid games," the man said from the other side of the line. He was calling to pump some sense into her. "I think
Acer kept calling her boss, who to her disappointment was not picking up. She gave up, frustrated. He was clearly blaming her for the blunder when no one had the right to do so.They were all convinced that the players' failure to kill the insane woman was due to competition. Granting them a deal together had a high chance of success, but the players were simply too stupid to use their heads.To top it off, the players had cornered her with the time debate. It was not her fault that they requested a contract that stipulated they had to carry out a task within 24 hrs. No one had supported her when she was backed into a corner, not the organizers and certainly not her ungrateful boss.She got up and poured herself a glass of scotch, pissed at all of them for trying to flip the disaster on her.At the house, Louisiana had already begun cleaning up the kitchen. First, she dragged Washington to the spare bedroom and placed more bandages on his wound before returning to the kitchen. He was