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Hey, I know I haven't updated in a long time, but the last few months/YEARS have been very bad ones. And I mean bad. I know I continued trapped for way too long, so I'm setting a cap on this one. No longer than 25 chapters and more regular updates. My writing skills have improved a lot since my last new FIC so I hope you'll like this one.

Kate was relaxing. Her feet on her desk, music in her ears and nobody around to disturb her. Her dad, Harry Moon was out at work. He was the manager at an acting agency, so Kate was used to not having him around, in fact she enjoyed it, she had plenty of time to herself and a constant income of money. Which was good. Even if it did mean they never saw each other.

Kate flicked off her iPod and got up. Giving a huge stretch and a moan she flicked on her lamp.
"Best get it over with"
Reaching under her bed Kate produced her school bag, and set about writing her English essay. School was always a tricky subject with Kate. Nobody knew quite what to do with her. Brainy as hell, but more trouble than a monkey with a stick of dynamite and a lighter. Either she was doing something horribly forbidden or she was being bullied to the point of leaving. Kate was always in the middle, something she resented with a passion.

After slipping her bag back under her bed, Kate went out to the kitchen to have some dinner. As she did so, she looked at the note that her dad had put on the fridge:
WON'T BE BACK TILL TUESDAY. BIG MIX UP.
STAY OUT OF TROUBLE.
LOVE DAD. XXX

Kate shoved a tray of fries into the oven and sighed. She took the note down from the fridge and read it. The three X's, the only sign of affection. It might as well have been written for a convict. STAY OUT OF TROUBLE made her sound like one. He'd signed it love dad, but sometimes Kate wondered if he really did. Kate loved her solitude, but never seeing her dad was an awful price to pay. She had missed out on so many good times with Harry, it was like he was a ghost. A distant memory rather than a father. She pulled the fries out, and pushing the thoughts of her dad from her mind, sat down for another evening on her own.

Slowly, Kate's eyes opened, pulling her out of the sleeping world. As her senses booted up, she became aware of what had woken her. She had heard voices...
Kate's whole body stiffened as she saw 2 dark figures in front of her. One was kneeling on the ground, rummaging through the pile of clothes. The other was standing over her, writing in something. She shut her eyes and pretended to be asleep. The voices were clear now.
"How old is she?"
"15"
"Why is she all alone?"
"That's what we're going to find out"
The voices were so quiet that Kate practically had to stop breathing to hear them.
"HM. This looks like a serious case of child neglect," said a deep voice "Doesn't look like he's been here for days"
"He could have been taken to court for this." the second voice was slightly higher, more pubescent than the first.
"Sergeant, she's just a kid."

Kate relaxed. They were police. Throwing off her blanket, Kate stood to face her intruders.
"What are you doing here?"
Now it was the men's turn to stiffen. The one on the ground (a man in his 20's) stood up, shocked. The one who was standing (a man in his early 50's) took a step back, and produced a badge.
"Sergeant Rogers and PC Jones-" he began
"I have no concern of who you are or what you do, WHY are you here?" Kate interrupted.
The Sergeant Nodded, and beckoned for his companion. to join him. If he had had been a dog he'd have had his tail between his legs. He stood behind his partner, well away from Kate.

"Please sit down," said the Sergeant. Kate wanted to protest, but something about his tone made her stop. He wasn't playing games. Reluctantly, Kate sat down.
"I'm afraid, I have some upsetting news," said the Sergeant, he nodded at the PC, who sat down next to her.
"Your father is Harry Moon correct?"

"Yes"
"Well, today" continued the PC "We were tipped off, about the hideout of a wanted felon. Someone we've been searching for for some time. And…When we arrived we found a series of traps. All containing…People…" He stopped, because Kate had begun to shake uncontrollably.

She knew what he was going to say, but she hoped with every fibre of her body that he wouldn't. She knew who he was talking about. She knew the name of the man responsible. The man that used sick games and traps to hurt people. She had read the papers and watched the news. She knew they were talking about Jigsaw. But she PRAYED it wasn't true.

"Please stop talking about it." she whispered, wrapping her arms around herself. Ever since she had first heard of him, Kate had never been able to stomach what Jigsaw was. He was her version of the bogeyman.

"PC" said the Sergeant disapprovingly. The PC nodded and turned back to her. "I'm afraid we can't stop talking about it" he sighed "Because, in one of those traps, was Harry Moon. Kate, I'm afraid your father has been killed"

He might as well have punched her in the stomach. It was as if someone had pushed a fork into her gut, and twisted it like some sort of sick spaghetti. Kate felt dizzy and faint, clinging to the couch for support.
The room started to spin, faster and faster, Kate felt like her head was caught in a vice...

A cool blast hit her cheek, and Kate realised that she was on the floor, the room still spinning out if control. Kate couldn't speak, she couldn't breathe, she couldn't do anything...
Then she was sick, right from the bottom of her stomach. One of the policemen moaned, and she realised he'd been next to her. Another was phoning an ambulance. Kate started shaking again.
In that small minute, her whole world had come down.
Katelyn Moon was now alone. Forever.