Chapter One: Questions
All our life...
The lives we lead...
The scarcity...
The blood...
The emptiness...
of our lives...
What is it that makes us go?... What makes us keep going?... When will we solve it?... How will it happen?... Who will inspire us?...
Waking up, not knowing where you are is something that not too many churchgoers did. But, Gerald was one of them now. The middle aged black man awoke with an odd wavy texture to everything he saw. It didn't take him long to find out that he was wearing an old scuba helmet. He immediately panicked, getting up from the small stool he awoke on and pacing around the small room he woke up in. He immediately found it difficult to walk around, because of a pain in his leg.
"Please, god..." he said.. He tried to get down on his knees, but something was restricting him. The top of his helmet was a hose that led up into the ceiling. He immediately tried tugging it down, but it wouldn't budge. Before he could get anything done, he noticed a T.V. in front of him had flickered on. On it was a terrifying puppet.. Who spoke to Gerald.
"Hello Mr.Wheaton... You're one of the only beings in the city to have faith, and I applaud you for that. But is it genuine? Because, two weeks ago you told you're pastor that you couldn't attend their Charity Event because you had a dentist appointment, when really you were visiting with a hooker by the name of.. Faith was it?.." The little doll laughed, as Gerald cried in the helmet.
"The helmet you're wearing is connected to a tank upstairs. If you don't want to find out what is in the tank, then I suggest you try one of the four keys that I slipped through the slit in you're leg, before your one minute time limit runs out... I will tell you this.. The contents of the tank will make you're blood boil..." Gerald began panicking, not being able to look down and see the damage of his leg.
"You're a religious man only because you fear one day finding yourself in hell... Welcome to something even worse... I am the devil.." the puppet said lastly.
"GODDAMN YOU!! GODDAMN YOU!!" Gerald yelled as the T.V. turned off. Gerald pulled up the stool from before and tried his best to get a good look at his leg. He saw there was in fact a slit in it that went down rather deep. He hesitated before slipping his hand inside. He hollered out in pain as blood sprang from the tears forming on his skin. Yet, he continued to dig in and find a key. He found the first one, and tried it in the lock.
"NO NO!!" the key didn't fit so he threw it aside and began looking for the next. Somewhere above him, he heard something come loose.. Like a spigot on a hose. He began rifling through his own leg more painfully than the last time and dug out a key. He moved it around the lock and... CLICK. It went into place. Before he could progress much more he heard liquid rushing down the hose. He let go of the key as the scalding water hit his head. He convulsed and pounded on the helmet as the water began burning him horrifically. By the time it was high enough to drown him, he had already severely burnt every part of his face and throat...
... Kerry woke up, again, with the thought of Eric running through her mind. She couldn't stand not knowing where he was. All she had to do was wait for Jigsaw to leave her more clues... And unfortunately it would have to be in the form of a murder. It had been at least a year since he had gone missing. Lucky for her, her phone rang. Something to take her mind off of Jigsaw... Or not..
"Yeah, what?" she asked.
"... Kerry.."
".. What?"
"... We got another one.." the voice said.
Kerry arrived on the grizzly scene, where people were taking many a photograph.
"Fuck.." Kerry sighed to herself, inspecting the body with the same JigSaw piece cut out of the skin. She already had the files on the disfigured man inside the helmet. She threw down the files, ready to give up her entire job, before someone came to her bearing good news.
"Kerry!"
"What is it now?" she asked. The man looked happy, despite where he was.
"... We actually have him... Back at the station" the man smiled.
"... Who?"
Kerry burst through the double doors. She had been waiting for this all her life. In front of her sitting at a table, was a man with a large hood over his head.
"... You're mine now, John.." she tore back his hood... "... You're not John.."
"I know..." he said in a strident tone. It was a scruffy looking man with dark red hair.
"This isn't him.." Kerry complained.
"He was found at the hideout.." one of the officers behind the man said. The man smiled up at Kerry. He wasn't John Cramer, but he sure had the same tone as Jigsaw.
"What's you're name?" Kerry asked the man.
"... Roger." He told her, reluctantly.
"And what do you do, Roger? Kerry asked, sitting down opposite Roger.
"... I guess you could consider me an instrument maker.." Roger told her.
"Instruments of Torture?" she snapped.
"... Instruments of Education.." Roger nodded.
"... So you've been brainwashed by the Jigsaw, is that it?"
"I guess you could put it that, way, but he actually prefers being called by his real name.." He replied.
"... John Cramer.."
"... You know him do you?... I'm sure, that's all I'd like to tell you. I'm sure there's not a lot you could do to get me to spill my guts." Roger smiled.
"... What's to stop me from taking my gun.." she did just that, and pointed it to his head. "and threatening to blow you're brains out.."
"... Well first off, I'd have to say I'm extremely flattered, but no thank you... And secondly.." Roger pulled something from his pocket. It was a small black box with a worn red button on it.
"... What the hell is that?" she asked.
"Whatever you want it to be..." He said ducking it under the table.
"... It's another game?..." Kerry said, shocked.
"I'm afraid so... I'll let you question me all you want about The Jigsaw killer and I'll answer each one of them... But, if you steer towards something I don't like, I'm afraid I'll have to push this button."
"... What happens if you push the button?"
"I think you know as well as I do.. That something will happen that will make you look very silly.." he smiled. She sat back, down, and rested her gun on the table. She asked the first thing that came to her mind.
"So, Roger... Where's Eric Matthews?..."
"... I'm not sure you want know that..." he said. She put her gun up to his head, in a sudden outburst of anger.
"... You're not going to shoot me... My finger is placed too firmly on this button for you to trust whether or not you can pull off a miracle and not have me simply press this button... Besides.. Even if you did shoot me, you'd be just as bad as 'Jigsaw' now wouldn't you? Only you would be the direct cause of my death..." Roger told her. Kerry kept the gun pointed at him, until she broke down and slammed the gun on the table.
"Get out... I need some answers from our friend here.." Kerry told the cops.
"That wouldn't be smart, Kerry.." Roger smiled.
"Shut the FUCK up!" she said. Roger smirked and waved goodbye to the two police officers who left the small room and left Kerry with Roger.
"... You're over reacting, Kerry." Roger said.
"I want to know about you... And why you're here..."
"Of course... What would you like to know?" he recline din his chair and kept him thumb on the button.
"... First of all... Do you know ANYTHING about Eric Matthews?" she asked. Roger smiled.
"He was an interesting man... So I hear, from her.." Roger smiled.
"Was?" Kerry asked, trembling.
"... You of all people should know that if someone's been gone for more than two months, chances are they aren't coming back..." Roger told her. Kerry hung her head in her hands and wept.
"... I've lost three detectives to this ass hole..." Kerry said, still shaking.
"... Have you really?.." Roger told her.
"... Did you put him in one of your sick traps, you bastard?!" she yelled.
"I've been associated with John Cramer for a year and a half... I've met Mr.Matthews, but I never had anything to do with his missing... Although, I do believe these are his." Roger propped his feet up on the table and revealed police issued boots.
"... You fucker..." she said coldly.
"They were given to me.. I didn't take them.." he said, defending himself.
"Who gave them to you?" Kerry asked.
"The same woman I mention a few seconds ago..." Roger smiled.
"So you're her bitch, is that it?"
"... I'm the one who makes her devices.." Roger said, in a correcting tone.
"Can't she do that herself?"
"Unfortunately, no... The girl has imagination, intelligence and good looks yet she knows nothing about making anything.." Roger said.
"Look, I don't really care how much you admire this whore... So I'd like to know more about Eric..." she told him.
"... Ok then... I'll tell you.." he complied.