Disclaimer: I own none of the characters from the Saw films nor the movies themselves. Leigh Whannell and James Wan (Look up!) created the fantastically gory Saw series. Owo; Yes, I did indeed create my own character, Detective Chase Sommers, for this fan fiction. No, he is not a Gary Stu (Mary Sue). At least, I sure as Hell hope he isn't.

Author's Note: I'm quite sure that this story may lack consistency. Yet, just like the Saw films, there will be plot sharks and holes that must be jumped. Basically, the plan of this fan fiction is to hop back and forth like that of the movies. If an entire chapter is in italics, then it's most likely a flash back or if a section of a chapter is in italics, then the same applies. Apologies if there are some confusing parts. Sorry the prologue's rather short. This may turn into a Hoffman/OMC pairing. Just warning you. Keyword: May. By the by, I'm not quite sure if I would like to incorporate Dr. Gordon into all of this (depends). Enjoy!


Prologue

Groggy, green orbs flutter awake. A gasp to reclaim the loss of oxygen. His limbs ache; they feel as if they weigh a couple hundred each. He groans, attempting to shift himself in a more comfortable position. It's to no avail, however. He makes no true struggle, trying his best to remain calm. The room is as black as night. He can hear water drip from the ceiling or a leaky faucet in the nearby distance. A light flickers on and off in a repetitive fashion.

Upon straining his sight, he spies a television.

He knows what it is.

Atonement. For only God knows what.

Shit. A tiresome swear.

His eyes are weary. His body trembles. He glances downward to see what binds him to this hellish place. A throne? No, that is wistful thinking. It is something far worse. It feels or it at least appears to be an executioner's chair, complete with rust and the beginning stages of decay. There is a device that constricts his chest, painfully poking at his ribs. Dried blood is smeared upon his face. His expression turns to one of surprise as he sees a knife that hangs mockingly before his face.

Now, he truly struggles. He makes an effort to cry out. Again, it is of no use. His mouth is sewn shut like Art Blank's, the lawyer whom was a victim relating to the Jigsaw case. The wounded shudders, predicting his upcoming fate. Soon, the television will proceed to flick on. He will have to figure out how he arrived at this place. Soon, he will be faced with a difficult choice like no other. In the end, will he live or die?

It will only be a matter of time before Detective Chase Sommers makes a life-changing decision.