Saw VIII, a saw fanfic

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Saw VIII

"Hello, Chad." An ominous voice crackled, as a television screen turned on, to reveal a painted doll, speaking. "I'd like to play a game." It was the infamous JigSaw, and he was once again starting another one of his well-know, feared "games".

Chad, a young man of only nineteen, sat, in an unfamilar chair, screaming, unaware of his surroundings. He had awoken in this place. He had no recollection of the prior events that led up to this situation. He remembered nothing of the night before.

"For the past few years, Chad, you have mercilessly cheated on all of your girlfriends. You don't deserve any of them, and in my eyes, that makes you unworthy of the life you live." Jigsaw explained. A ticking in the background was quietly pulsing behind the words of the wellknown murderer. "But, that decision is not up to me. The device around your head is designed to test whether or not you are truly worthy of your life. You have four minutes, once you hit the timer, to prove you do." Chad still didn't understand. He was panting quickly, but quietly, trying to hear the video that his life depended on. He needed these directions. "To release yourself from this trap, you need a key." Chad instantly began to look around the dark room, trying not to upset the heavy helmet-like machine he wore on his head. "But, the key is hidden. Here's a clue as to where it is." Suddenly, an x-ray appeared on the screen. Was that a ...foot? It was Chad's foot. And in it, a key. "How much blood are you willing to give, Chad, in order to live?"

"What the...Help! HEEELP!" Looking around for something to unlock the device, he found nothing. "Fuck!" He began pulling at the lock itself. "Aaaah, SHIT." Pulling at his legs, in order to cross them in a way that he could see the bottom of his foot, he found a wound on the bottom of his left, which was the first foot eh had pulled up. "Who the fuck am I going to get that out?" He wondered aloud, screaming everything he said, out of fear. He tried digging into the wound using his thumb and index finger, but found no success. Letting out cries of terror, he stopped. Looking around, he saw what looked like a scalpel. He got out of the chair, and walked across the room to get it, limping a little, due to his open wound. As soon as he had grabbed the instrument, he heard loud ticking. He had set off the timer. Quickly, he made his way back towards the chair in the dark room. Sitting down, he pulled up the injured foot, and began to dig into the wound, in search for the key. He began screaming as he did so. But, he had to continue. It was either this pain now, or no pain again, ever. His life depended on this. He could very well die in this room, unable to apologize for all of the things that he had done in the past. Unable to tell his loved ones how he felt. Unable to really live life, because of his past mistakes.

Digging into the wound, he found the key. It was covered in blood, and he clutched it in one hand, as he squeezed his foot with the other. It was throbbing now. Covered in blood, and filled with pain. He quickly tried to unlock the machine. He needed this thing off of his head, and he had twenty seconds to do it.

"SHIT. SHIT. SHIT."

The key didn't fit.

Trying and trying, Chad tried to fit that key into the lock. He had to get it off. He was crying now. Shaking in terror, and screaming, for help. He was sorry.

Ten second left, and still no fit.

Chad continued to cry, and scream, as he tried to unlock the metal device. He wasn't sure what was to happen if it were to close...But, he knew it meant death.

Five second left.

Four seconds.

Three seconds.

Two seconds.

One second.

Game over.

This was a trap Chad wasn't meant to get out of.