"No more, he can't take it! Leave him alone!"
The woman screamed at the man as he hovered over a boy that was strapped to an operating table. The boy's one pale blue eye was sewn wide open as it scanned around the room in a panicked state while his, once had been, eyebrows were bleeding down his face and a long cut was across his face from one cheek to the other right under his lip. The man began to peel away the skin and the boy whimpered. He did not cry, he couldn't any longer.
"STOP IT!"
The woman screamed and began to shove the man away.
The boy shifted his eyes to her and mumbled "Mother."
"Fine." The man said and rolled his eyes as he took a sewing needle and started to stitch up all the parts he had cut. Once that was half complete, he held his hand out and the woman gave him a stack of papers "Where do I sign?" "Dotted print at the bottom..." the woman sniffled.
The boy stared as he began to sign slowly, ever so slowly. His parents were getting a divorce...
His mother stood there in her career suit, violet shading, and a white sleeveless blouse right underneath. She had light brown hair and natural green eyes...of course the red and puffiness was from her tears as her adopted son was being operated on in her presence.
His father was a man who slouched in his step, he didn't have a hunched back, but he never took the time to straighten himself up. He had grey hair and was balding, and his lab coat on all the time over unknown clothing at the moment.
"I'm sorry...ever since OUR child died..." The mother said softly "Our unborn...our darling..." She began to cry again "You've done nothing but focus on random gizmo's and traps that may never work...and...I can't live in a loveless marriage... I'm sorry."
The man ignored her whines, and he finally finished the last piece before he went right back to the boy on the table and picked up his sewing needle again. The woman sighed and went over to him as well, smearing some blood away from his face as well as rubbing the boys tired like eyes "Lovely, I'm sorry Robert...I'm so sorry..."
"It's fine, mother." the boy said, then he glanced at the man above him "Father will take good care of me."
She immediately ran out the lab, sobbing out loud as the echoes filled the room until the door slammed shut behind her.
The boy continued looking at his fathers face as he was being sewn back together. Like always, his father was expressionless.
"Show no emotion, show no fear, and you have no weakness, right?" Robert asked softly.
His father nodded, then grunted with a smile "Stop talking, Puzzle, I might accidentally stitch your nose..."
Once he was done, he un-strapped the boy and poked his nose before backing away and letting Robert lift to his pigeon toed feet.
Robert only got to blink one eye, whenever he tried to force himself to blink the stitched open one, the pain was too great, and he looked at his father "Jigsaw? Is this alright?"
Jigsaw was the mans nickname from him, but also another secret identity...only his son and him knew of his godly challenges against humanity, that's why in public they were Robert and Mr. Kramer, or Jonathan Kramer -- while at home they were Jigsaw and Puzzle...
"An eye that is always opened to learn..." Jigsaw said as he approached the boy. Robert stared and waited, and un-expectedly, Jigsaw screamed at the top of his lungs in front of his face...
Robert showed no expression.
Jigsaw smiled "You passed the test...no emotion, whatsoever...we take no pity on our victims."
"You mean YOUR victims, father." Puzzle said, a slightly cold tone "You never let me come with you..."
"You must study before actually doing-"
"But I made a layout and blueprints for my own traps and everything!" Robert suddenly yelled, trying to frown and bring his eyebrows down, but the stitches held everything in place, he could not do it.
Jigsaw slapped Robert and snapped "NO EMOTION!" Puzzle nodded fast and stood right back in place like a soldier "I am sorry father, yes father..."
Jigsaw nodded, then he rubbed his sides and sighed "I'm getting old, Puzzle…You will carry on in my place, and you must know and learn everything…cover your own mess, create, build, choose, decide…learn."
"I am ready, Father." Puzzle said with a dull expression "teach me what you know…"
With that said, Jigsaw threw an eye patch to his adopted son and smiled, a weak smile "Let us go then…we have a week to learn…"
SAW 5...