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 herself.
"Game 1," she said again, "use your personal phone to call someone in your phone book who you are certain will not pick up your call."
"If that person picks up, you are automatically eliminated; if they do not pick up, you advance to the second round," she added.
She repeated the instructions for everyone to hear loud and clear and asked if anyone needed clarification.
Most of the contestants exhaled a sigh of relief when they realized how simple the game was. Some even laughed. Most of them were expecting to be asked to do something crazy or unlawful. They all gave up trying to get Acer's attention with their concerns about the game or the previous queries they had.
Everyone has that one person, or maybe more, who never returned their phone calls. Maybe due to falling out, quarrels, or misunderstandings. The task was simple, too simple to be true.
Acer wished them luck and switched off her phone. She sat down and watched their surprised faces with a smirk on her face.
In Alabama, Goerge was the first to pick up his phone. He knew exactly who to call: his estranged brother. The two brothers had not talked to each other for more than forty years. He was very sure he was not going to pick it up.
In fact, he was certain, and he dialed the number while his heart began to beat for unknown reasons.The phone rang until the call ended with no response. The old man sighed in relief as a congratulatory message popped up on his assigned phone.
Washington (David) picked up his phone and dialed his mother-in-law's line. He knew she was not going to pick it up. She never picked up his or her daughter's phone calls. She had never agreed to their marriage, and over the years she had become bitter.
Washington thought that with time, the woman was going to soften up, but they were wrong. She cut them off and forgot about their existence. Even when they sent messages informing her that her daughter was dying, she never returned their calls. He knew she was the right person to call.
As the call ended without any reply, Washington sat back in his chair, somehow disappointed. For unknown reasons, he had wanted her to answer. He knew how much such news would excite his wife. A congratulatory message popped up on his assigned phone.
Louisiana (Caroline) seemed to be one of those having trouble selecting who to call. She debated whether to call her high school friend or her father. She knew there was a possibility they would pick up, so she began searching her phone thoroughly for someone to call, then she stumbled on her boss.
The man had fired her for her bad record at work and stopped picking up her calls. She dialed the line without hesitation and began praying. The call ended without getting picked up. She got up, jumping in excitement as she qualified for the next round.
Next was Texas (Berth). She knew exactly who to call, her late husband's father. They had never seen eye to eye ever since she married his son and he left the farm to her when he passed. According to her father-in-law, she manipulated his son into leaving her the farm, so he cut her off.
The old man ignored her call just like she predicted, and she moved to the second round.
But not everyone was fortunate enough. In Utah, a player was having trouble with who to call After a long debate, he decided to call his ex-wife, but unfortunately, she picked up. He was surprised the call even went through; the last time he had called the line, she had blocked him.
She greeted him, but he was out of words because he failed the game. That was all he could think about. His sister was dying in the hospital bed. He switched his phone off as his throat began to close up. A message popped up, and he clicked on it as he gasped for air.
"Sorry, the person you called picked up your call. You have been permanently eliminated," the message read as he dropped to the floor dead.
Wisconsin, Rhode Island, Maryland, and North Dakota were the other four participants who had their calls answered. Their throats closed upon them, just like Utah's when they read an elimination message on their phones. They were all dead in seconds.
A map of all 50 states of America appeared on all of the remaining participants' assigned phones; Utah, Wisconsin, Rhode Island, Maryland, and North Dakota were highlighted in red, while the remaining forty-five states were highlighted in white.
A voice note from Acer popped up, announcing the elimination of five states from the games. The rest of the players had no idea that, by elimination, Acer meant killed.
They all excitedly cheered for themselves, with relief evident on their faces, congratulating themselves on getting one step closer to obtaining organs for their loved ones.
Acer wished them all luck and promised to pop up the following day at the same time.
As they continued with their daily lives, a wave of relief washed over them all. Accepting the invitation was the miracle that they all needed.
But the celebration was short-lived with only a few hours left in the day. The majority of them started receiving calls that dropped their jaws.
There was no scientific formula that was required to put the dots together. In game one, they were instructed to call someone they were sure would not pick up their calls. Unknown to them, every individual that did not answer their call mysteriously dropped dead, just like the fate of the five players.
Some of the players began calling their estranged family members or friends the second they received the terrible news. It was too good to be a coincidence. Some participants had yet to receive the calls, but those that did began to convince themselves that it was their fault.
Acer sat in her chair watching the drama. She had no idea if they were going to connect the dots, but it was very clear that most of them had already connected the dots. At least they were smart in some aspects, she thought to herself.
When she played the game herself, it took her up to game three to realize she was killing people in exchange for the organ. It was clearly stated in the contract, though phrased in English, that it was not too clear for anyone who was not in a hurry to understand.
Some players took out the assigned phones and tried to reach her, but she was unreachable. She had turned her phone off and they were not allowed to contact her.
They would have known that if they had read the entire fifty-page contract. She got up and decided to prepare herself some food.
In Taxes, Berth had just received the call that announced the death of her father-in-law. She had already connected the dots. She was in her living room chair staring at her phone, emotionless. She wanted to convince herself it was just a coincidence, but it was too much of a coincidence.
According to her brother-in-law, he just dropped to the ground. They wouldn't have called her, but they all noted her missed call on his phone which was strange, especially since the two were never in contact.
They were curious as to why she called the very second he dropped dead. Berth was in shock. She never liked the old man, but what if her call caused his death? She was not going to live by herself.
She grabbed her assigned phone and tried to reach Acer, but just like last time, she could not get through. Frustrated, she began smashing the phone into pieces. She was done with the stupid game and the crazy woman.
In Washington, David had his jaw open in shock as he received the news of the death of his mother-in-law. The woman he chose in order to get past the first game. The mother of his wife had just dropped dead the second she received his call.
He began panicking. He called her boyfriend for more information, but the paramedic did not give him the cause of death. David began pacing around the room in shock. Maybe it was all a coincidence, he kept comforting himself.
But he had to find out. He tried calling Acer, but just like the others, his call was not going through. It was clear he was not the only one playing, and Acer was not going to give him answers, but how was he going to find out the names of the other players?
If the person he called mysteriously dropped, it meant whoever the other players called also died. He tried to remember the contents of the contract, then it clicked.
"If a player failed an office, he or she was to be eliminated forever from the game. Yet, if they succeeded, the office was to be eliminated," he recalled.
Initially, he had no idea what "office" in that context meant for a human being or living thing.
He was using the wrong dictionary. "No no no," he cried out as reality sank in. He quickly searched for an old English translator and translated the parts he could remember to modern English, and he froze.
The contract began to make sense to him. He was the only one among the fifty participants that read the entire fifty-page contract, but he was too fast to understand it because of the old English.
He had no time to think about translating the stupid contract.
He quickly smashed the phone, blocked Acer's line, and ran to his room. He killed his mother-in-law. His wife was dying in the hospital bed while he was busy killing his mother. How was he going to explain that to his wife, who had been on her death bed waiting for the day that her mother would bury the hatchet and visit her before she died?
He had just made everything worse. He knelt in shock. The stupid game was too good to be true. He should have known better. From being in debt, he became a murderer, he thought to himself.
Another contestant that smashed their phone was Louisiana. She woke up to the shock of her ex-boss, dead from unknown causes. It was all over the news. The man dropped dead at a conference meeting, gasping for air.
Being superstitious, she threw the game phone away and hid in her room all day. Shit went crazy quick, she thought. She had no idea who the owners of the game were, but she was not going to continue playing.
She was so terrified that she was sweating like hell. She knew she could not share with anyone what she had gotten herself into. At the back of her mind, she thought if she threw away the phone, she was out of the game.
There were some players who had no idea the person they called had died and were still excited about game two. One of those was Alabama, the old man went to sleep like an angel. No one called him about his brother's death. He could not wait for the following day to come.
Some players were aware of the deaths but did not care to connect the dots or mourn the deceased.They went on to sleep, wondering if game two was as easy as game one.
But a good percentage had connected the dots even though they had not read the contracts, and they thought they could just quit by smashing the phones and blocking Acer, but they were all wrong.
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.  
Morning came and the players woke up to a map with twelve states heightened in red from the previous five. Seven more joined the red color: Tennessee, Hawaii, Oklahoma, New Hampshire, Vermont, Indiana, and Virginia while the majority maintained the white color.However, they noted that Texas was in green, which was odd. They had no idea why. Most of them were tempted to ask but kept their curiosity to themselves. There was a lot of shit going around for them to care about one odd color. It was obvious that twelve were out of the game, killed by the organization, and they could only imagine how many innocent people had to die for the remaining 38 players to be alive.Their phones beeped, and two more states, Delaware and Massachusetts, popped up in red, confusing the players. They b
Pennsylvania arrived in Montana geared to proceed to the next game: He was so focused on his mission that not once did he stop to reconsider the life he was about to end. He had no remorse. Somehow, he believed Acer's sermons about the cruel world that swallowed anyone who was not willing to play dirty and spill blood.He was a father who was just trying to cross the line for his daughter. Lines that a lot of people of all walks of life crossed every day without caring about the consequences. He booked a motel and quickly texted Susie of his arrival, who was very ecstatic and all dressed up. She could not believe that he was giving her a chance and flew for four hours just to have a date with her.She dressed up in her expensive pink dress that she wa
At the moment Pennsylvania was the first and only one that proceeded to the next game. Unlike the previous two tasks that saw contestants proceeding simultaneously, game three appeared to be straining on the contestants. A lot of them were having difficulties with calling their exes. The game was too personal and the organizers had strategically put it into the game in hopes of opening old wounds.To their surprise, Pennsylvania completed his task earlier when he had to board a plane, unlike most of the other contestants that had their exes living in the same state, which showed how difficult it was for the contestants to get rid of their exes.It was not like everyone always ended things on a bad note or that the ex was the bad guy in the relat
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