Saw, Like Nice like Uncle.

In this Dr Gordon's already chaotic life is turned even more upside down by the arrival of his estranged nice after the murder of her mother, and running away from an abusive stepfather. In this Lawrence must learn to juggle the demands of rising his terrified pre-teen nice, keep his secret life of being Jigsaw's apprentice a secret and keeping the respected Dr role pretence up. I don't own the Saw franchise; all the copyright is held by its owners. The story will be told in Gwen's point of view, but it will bounce around, between Dr Gordon, Gwen and flashbacks will be told in third person. This is my first Saw story. Rated T for use of swear words, violence and gore later on the story. Warning contains triggers.

Chapter One: US bound. Aboard a plane, Gwen's point of view.

I sat there on the window seat looking out as the plane is pushed towards the taxiway with a nine-hour flight ahead of me. I had lost everything, my mum had been murdered by her 2nd husband and as per her wishes I was being sent off to live with my Uncle in the US. My stepfather had been sentenced to twenty years for murder and child neglect. You see my stepfather is a sexist imbecilic who believed that women were put on the earth to be kept at home and do the cooking cleaning and push out babies. He lost it when my mum finally stood up for herself and for me.

Flashback to the night of the murder.

"Craig, I've enrolled in the local college in the law class, it's a night class so you'll have to handle your own tea. It's to give Gwen a shot of a better life." He jumped up and slammed her against the wall with his hand gripped tightly around her neck.

"Now you listen here, you little slut you are nothing, you are to call the college right now, and tell them you have changed your mind about the course." He began to tighten his grip on her throat.

"Let her go!" Gwen cried, she tried her best to pry him away from her mother. He tried to kick her away from him. Fearful she ran off and dialled 999.

"Emergency services, which service do you need?"

"Police, please."

"You're though to the Police, what's the emergency?"

"My stepfather is strangling my mum. I think he's trying to kill her. Please hurry." She begged.

"Ok we just need the address." Gwen reeled the full address.

"Ok sweetheart we're sending help, how old are you?"

"I'm ten years old."

"Well hun it takes a lot of guts to do this. Well done, I'm going to ask you to remain on the phone till the police arrive. Once they arrive, let me know ok?"

"OK." She could hear her mum fighting for breath. Forever seemed to pass by.

The police arrive but they were too late. Gwen's mum was pronounced dead on the scene. She had been strangled to death, the relevant people had been told and Gwen had been placed into temp care. While her stepfather had been remanded in police custody. The police had taken Gwen's phone for the video she had taken just in case.

A few days later.

Gwen found herself in-front of Child Services as they had found her mother's will.

"I Caroline James and Kevin James being of sound mind and body do here write down that our only child a daughter will, inherit the family home and the lump sum of £40,000. That will be held in trust fund till the year that she turns 23 years of age. In case of both of us dying I have arranged my beloved brother Lawrence Gordon in the USA to take her in and rise her as his own.

This is our last will and testament

Signed

K James

C James"

The solicitor who was reading the will looked at Gwen, he was trying to be professional but once he saw the look on Gwen's face he lighted up.

"It's just normal procedure." He explained everything to the young child.

She had been through hell the past few days. He thought that would she understand everything that was going on? The day of the trial came Gwen had been giving accounts outside of court as the Crown Prosecution Service thought that as a young minor didn't belong in the court room, the police had the phone footage, the evidence was building.

Gwen was brought for the sentencing day, she sat quietly in her seat next to her foster father. Her stepfather had pleaded Not Guilty to murder and child neglect.

The judge entered the court room, who stood up.

"Ladies and gentleman takes your seats."

"I ask the defendant to stand, Mr Smith you are charged of the murder of your late wife Ms Caroline James and also for numerus counts of child neglect of your stepdaughter how do you plead?"

"Not guilty, Your honour."

"You may sit down Mr Smith."

The jury had left to come to their verdict, Gwen was unable to remain still and silent. It felt like forever to the pre-teen. When just after half an hour the jury all walked back in. They sat back down. The judge turns to the jury.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury have you reached your decision?" The foreman stood up.

"Indeed we have your honour, we the jury find the defendant Mr Craig Smith guilty of all charges." The foreman sat back down.

"Mr Smith, I hear by sentence you to twenty years in prison. What you did to your wife was low and to leave her only child an orphan, was heartless. Despite gender women are as equal to us. Your actions that night were vile. Court adorned." The public gallery was emptying out as members of the public were getting up to go. Gwen slowly rose to her feet as her stepfather was being lead out. She headed back to the care home to finish packing. She was flying the next day early in the morning.

End of flashback.

Airport in the USA, Dr Gordon's pov. Arrivals hall.

I nervously check and recheck the arrivals board. The flight from England should have landed by now. I lean on my walking stick. After being trapped in Jigsaw's games, I had to saw off my foot to escape. As the throng of people thinned out I saw my nice, pushing the trolley loaded with her luggage, no doubt that the rest of her things will be shipped over but right now she had just enough to see her thought till the rest of her things arrived from the UK.

"Gwen!" I called, waving my arm in the air. She looks up she rushes up and hugs me while crying as she knows that she's now safe. I stroke her hair, I caught the scars and bruises on her arms and neck. That shit he hit her before she left, no wonder she was shaking. We leave the airport, a porter helped her with her luggage, I start the car Gwen remains quite as we pulled up at the house. My wife and daughter had gone for the day to give us some space, I hadn't seen her since she was born.

"You've grown." What else could I say? Not only did she lose her mother I lost my sister that day.

That's chapter one done. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. I'm planning for Gwen to find out about her uncle, later on in the story. Please read and review.