Cat and Mouse
Note: I do not own the rights to the motion picture Saw, it's characters, or anything else related to the film. All rights belong to the original creators. In layman's terms, this is homage to my favorite movie, and I have no intention of anything malicious.
Jenna was accelerating far too fast down the ramp. She had been careful, very careful, but something had tripped her. The electrical fence was not too far from her now, and she couldn't see anything that could help to decelerate her. Her life flashed before her eyes. Her third birthday, her first day of school, making her first friend, entering high school, obtaining her driver's license, and most recently, how she got here.
A light at the end of a tunnel was her first thought. Some sort of illumination had been shined in her face. Jenna woke up, gasping for air. She was in a bathtub, and her head had been propped up to prevent her from drowning before she woke. Gasping and confused, she climbed out of the tub.
She tripped at first, but caught herself, realizing she was soaked with water. Duh, her inner voice said, You've been sitting in the tub for God-knows-how-long. She sat there, sprawled on the floor, perplexed at her whereabouts. What was this? Reality T.V.? Some sick Girls Gone Wild video?
She got off her hands and knees, leaned against the bathtub, and cried with her face in her hands. She had been abducted, the ransom note probably forwarded to her parents, amber alert already sent out. She could hear the pompous news anchor now, saying with no emotion "Eighteen year-old Jennifer Trevor was abducted late Saturday night walking home. The ransom note has been delivered to her parents, demanding the sum of one-hundred-thousand dollars for her safe return. Police are scouring the area searching for Jennifer, but to no avail." She wept like that for a half hour, then sat up wiping her nose, determined to escape. Looking around her, she was in a vacant bathroom, a toilet, the bathtub, and various pipes running every which way were her only companions. However, there was a steel door with a cassette player attached to it. She walked over to it, careful not to trip this time, and examined it.
The door, she found, was unlocked. The cassette player however, held an ominous message for her.
"Hello Jennifer," Greeted a dark, raspy voice emanating from the speaker, "You don't know me, but I know you. You're no doubt confused now, wondering of your whereabouts and why you're here. Simply put, you're being punished like a child who ate cookies before dinner. You're here because you've been doing some various… erotic… activities to accomplish things. Rather shocking. Here's something even more shocking; you're in a series of rooms with hazardous electricity plaguing them. Normally, you wouldn't die from a shock, but because you're soaked in water, the slightest contact with it will kill you. At the end of the series of rooms is a door. This door leads out of here, and you're free to live. Now, don't think about waiting for yourself or your clothes to dry before embarking, because if you do I'll lock the sole exit, and leave you here to rot. If you believe in God, now is the time to ask for a favor. Let the game begin."
"Terrific," Jenna cried, "Just fucking peachy!"
She sobbed again, not believing she had been put into this horrible position. Her heart was pounding like never before, knowing that her actions now would determine if she lived or died.
"Don't cry Jennifer," Jigsaw remarked silently from behind the cameras, "Someone is in your position as I speak. You're not alone."
Ben woke up to what seemed like a dick in his mouth. His first thought was that he had been drugged and was being raped by a pervert. His second thought was "Where the hell am I?"
Ben examined his surroundings; he was in a narrow corridor in what seemed to be the exterior of a bigger room. There were a few lights, cone-shaped and rusty, hanging from the ceiling. They seemed to lead down the seemingly endless path of the corridor. The only other thing of interest was the cassette player hanging from his neck.
"Hello Benjamin," Greeted a dark, raspy voice from the speaker, "You're a perfectly happy middle-class man. You work as an assistant to one of the most famous surgeons in America. However, you have quite the strange habit. To any patients that strike you as unworthy to live, you botch their operation in various ways. You're favorite method is to contaminate the tools used for the procedure, giving them a infection and killing them. In a way, you're a murderer from behind-the scenes. You like to think of this as "ridding the world of a prick," yet have you ever thought of the families that have cried and suffered as a result of your "justice?" The irony is, that if you want to live, you'll have to make another family cry again. There is a girl in the rooms adjacent to you. She is coated in water, and there are electrical hazards, such as loose wires and the like, around her. These hazards are in your control, as they are coming from your side of the room. You must manipulate the hazards successfully to kill her, before she reaches the exit door. You see, the device in your mouth is a special version of a stun gun, it has five times the power, but you don't have access to the switch. The switch is connected to the girl's exit door. The second it is opened; a switch will be triggered, sending a radio wave to your device, activating it. The flow of electricity will be so great, that your head will, for lack of a better term, explode. There are rules to this game Benjamin, and if you break them, I'll activate the device. One; don't even try to break the walls and stop the girl physically, their cement anyway. Two; don't try to exit through your door, the same remote is on it as well, and you'll be electrocuted. Follow the rules, and stop the girl successfully, and I'll release the device via a remote and you'll be free to go. On the other hand, fail to stop her, and you die. Hopefully you can murder someone from behind the scenes again; you're life depends upon it. Fail, and the people you've made miserable will have the last laugh. Let the game begin."
"Hmph," Ben half-said half-gasped, "If I can outsmart the most trusted surgeon facility in the country, I can outsmart one punk bitch."
Even so, he began to breakdown, cursing his luck.
"Don't cry Benjamin," Jigsaw remarked silently from behind the cameras, "Jennifer is in your position as I speak. You're not alone."
Yes, they weren't alone, but one of them would die.