FULL SUMMARY: A pedofile, a thief, a prostitue, a business man, and an alcoholic bum. What do these people have in common? They're stuck in a life or death puzzle together, with Jigsaw and Amanda to thank. And our favorite doctor has survived, and returns for revenge. Takes place after Saw 2. Rated M for gore and language.
Hey everyone, this is my first Saw-based fanfic (planning to write more). This is basically like a Saw 3 I guess. The traps that I will discuss have taken a lot of thought and planning, so I hope you enjoy. This first chapter is sort of my version of the head trap scene in Saw 2, and is sort of an introduction to what is to come. It's rated M for gore and language. I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Saw or Saw 2, although I wish I did.
SAW 3: BLOODY REVENGE
Chapter 1: I want to play a game.
"What the…what the fuck!" Nik Jessup screamed to the empty room. Well, empty except for a few things.
There was a candle on the floor, which was where the man, age 21, lay. There was also, drawn on the floor in white chalk, what looked to be a hopscotch game, displaying the numbers 1 through 7. There was also an envelope an envelope next to Nik, with the name "Nik" on it. There was also a tape recorder/player. And Nik noticed that, attached to his arms were two spherical weights, hanging from his arms by greasy chains. He could barely lift his arms.
"What the hell!" the man screamed. "Where am I!"
He looked down at the ground.
"Well, maybe this tape will tell me." He muttered after calming down a bit. His breathing was still heavy though. How had he gotten here? He didn't remember anything. He had just been on his way home from work…What was this place? Who had put him here? What did all of the things in the room mean? What were their purposes? He wondered…
He opened the envelope, and there was a tape, and a rock. He pressed down on the tape player's "eject" button, which was difficult considering the fact that there were 80 pound weights attached to his two limbs, holding him down and causing him to sweat. The metal of the cuffs was cutting his skin, blood began to pour out. He screamed in agony and pain. Blood was gushing, but through it all he was able to place the tape in the player and hit the "play" button.
He listened, but heard no sound. It was only after a few moments of confusion that the man realized that he had forgotten to turn up the volume on the player. He smiled to himself, and hit the "rewind" button, turning up the volume at the same time. How ironic, that someone in such a dire situation could find such a trivial problem hilarious at such a time in his life. Perhaps, it was because he felt alive, now more then ever. Was that not the motive of the man who had come to be known as Jigsaw?
He came back from his thought and focused on the tape. He hit "play".
"Hello, Nik. I want to play a game. Have you ever heard of cancer? Because right now, there is cancer running through your veins. I have injected you with a vile of cancer cells that are now beginning to build colonies, causing clots and tumors all throughout your circulatory system. The catch? Well, the catch should be easy for you to 'catch', because I know what else is also coursing through your veins at this very moment. Steroids. You first injected them into your body four months ago in order to boost your status on the baseball team, if you recall. Now, let's see how much use those steroids are to you now. You may have noticed how heavy those weights attached to your arms are by now. You must have, considering you have had to move your arms to put this cassette in the player. Well, let's put your artificial strength to the test. At the end of this hopscotch course is a safe containing a vile containing the antidote to those cancer cells. You will have to throw that rock I supplied you with onto one of the numbers, and that number will indicate how many times you must complete this hopscotch course. When you are done, you will have found the combination to that safe. Trust me, you will find it. Good luck. You will need it."
"Shit!" The man screamed in horror. What did he mean, he would find the combination when he was done? Where? He didn't know, but he needed to get through this. He wouldn't die. He wouldn't.
He shuddered and took the rock out of the envelope with a shaky hand. "Oh shit…oh shit…" he muttered as he did this. What had he done to deserve this?
"WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!" He screamed into the darkness before he got up, tearing the skin on his wrists in the process.
"OWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" He cried in agony as he stood up. The cuts on his wrists were now at least ½ of an inch deep. He, with much pain, threw the rock onto the hopscotch board.
It landed on 7.
"No…" He said, at first disbelieving. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" He cried as the fact hit him that he would have to do this course seven times before he would come to know the code to the safe. But he sucked up his anguish and began.
His foot landed on the 1. It was after this jump that he realized how tough the task would actually come to be. The weights had lifted off of his arms for a brief second, leaving him as he jumped, and causing a temporary release of the pain, but as he came to land on the ground, so did the cuff come to land back on his wrist, cutting his injury to an even deeper level.
Nik bit his lower lip, trying not to scream. If this sicko Jigsaw was watching him right now, then he did not want to show his weakness, and wanted to keep his pride intact. He would make it through this. Hell, that other girl had. That Amanda girl…it had been all over the news…
He jumped again, and again, and again. Soon he was on the number 7. He began to jump again, and again, and again. Soon, he was back on the number 1. He had done it, he had completed the first round, but at great cost. His wrists were now pouring out blood, and he was beginning to get lightheaded from the immense amount of blood lost. But he put it past him and pushed, jumping again until he was done with round 2.
"Holy shit, 5 more rounds of this…" he told himself.
He continued this until he was at the beginning of round 7. By now, his wrists were half severed from his arms, and he was starting to really feel like fainting. He wanted to die…NO…he had to keep pushing…keep moving on…
He jumped. Again, again, again. He was on 7. He turned and jumped again. Again, again…
CLANK.
A heavy sound filled the air, and Nik looked down. The weights had fallen to the ground, but attached to them were his two hands, covered in blood.
He screamed.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! AH! AH, AH AHHHHHHHHHH! OH MY GOD! OH MY FUCKING GOD MY HANDS! MY HANDS!"
He collapsed to his knees, half in agony and pain, and half in sadness. He had lost his hands. But then, through all of his anguish, he managed to spot something…there was something written on his bone, numbers…the code to the safe!
But before he could even turn around to plug in the code, he collapsed, dead. The cancer had killed him, and everything went black…
A/N: Wow…that was hard for me to write. I find it to be very shocking and realistic, so much so that I got shivers just from writing it. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it! Expect a new chapter by tomorrow, or at least Monday!