You MUST READ THIS!

*ATTENTION: This IS a crossover with SAW, as in SAW the blood-and-guts-death movie. I've only seen the last one but this idea came from it. IT DOES CONTAIN VIOLENT GRAPHIC IMAGERY! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!*

Now... I've had this written for about a year and see NO POINT in making it if no one is interested. I'm am posting this first part of it to see if there are enough people who are. I WILL continue *slowly* to write it if that's the case. If not, I'm dropping it.
No spell checker as I'm still seeing if anyone is interested.
*Has some problems with thrid person at the end. Sorry*

Thank you for your time.

Let's Play A Game

Chapter 1: Who You're Friends Are

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Let's play a game.

Shinichi opened his eyes slowly, his head filled with a familiar fog. I've been knocked out with gas, he thought, blinking back the drug-induced sleep.

"Nice to see you're awake."

As things came into focus, Shinichi noticed two things. One, he was handcuffed. Had been so for a while since the temperature of the metal was that of his skin. The second thing he noticed was he was handcuffed to a teenager who looked eerily like himself.

Said teen currently looked like there were spiders crawling over his skin, twitching in every direction he could find and moving any part of his body that wouldn't jar Shinichi out of sleep.

"You say that like it's a bad thing. Who are you?" Shinichi put an admittedly small hand to his head, making sure his wasn't hurt.

"It is a bad thing. How far out of Japan does your knowledge reach?" The teen furiously glanced around again as if expecting things to have changed. Shinichi took in the fact that, not only were they chained together, but they were in an iron room with boarded up and barred windows. In front of them sat a doll, rather hideous if Shinichi had anything to say about it.

"If it's important, I know it."

The teen laughed. "I guess you know what's going on then?"

Shinichi frowned, trying to figure something out. Anything. The last thing he remembered had been walking home from school with the other kids.

Let's play a game.

The words were said again and this time Shinichi could understand them. They came for the doll and sounded like any other voice disguising device.

"What's going on?"

"You don't want to know?" The other teen looked down and shook. Shinichi easily recognized it as unbridled fear.

Both of you may be keeping your lives secret from the world, but not from me. Love may not be a drug but it's just as good as one. Love hurt. Love kills. Today, both are you are using love as a poison and I'm going to test you on how far you're willing to take is. Is love worth it? Or are you all that you claim to be? Liars.

There was a hiss of static as the voice cut off. Shinichi searched for some explanation as to what was going on and the only one he could find was the shaking boy next to him.

"What is all this? Where are we?"

"It's a game." The words came out hushed. "I'm not sure where we are. It doesn't matter. We're gonna die. We're all gonna die." The boy covered his head with his hands and let out a laugh that unnerved the small boy next to him. "I can't even get the cuffs off."

That was a weird statement. It was as if he expected to be able to take them off. Shinichi was no fool around picking a lock himself either. He stared down at the metal shackles and realized what had unnerved the other. There was plastic explosive in it. Any shock could make set the cuffs off and severely injure them.

First, as both of you can lie to those closest to you and yet not you're closest friends, let's see if they are equally as willing to put up with you.

The door in front of them opened. Shinichi could see the mechanism that unlocked and released the slab of metal from where he was sitting.

You have thirty minutes.

The teen next to him cringed away. "What if we don't want to play?"

As someone like me yet so unlike me, you know that there is no way out of one of my games. The seconds are ticking away. I wouldn't waste them.

The voice came and went. The doll in front of them obviously had to have some listening device on it as well.

The teen got up before Shinichi was ready and pulled him to a standing position along with him.

"Hurry. I may not want to play, but like he said, he won't stop it. If they die, I want to know it was because I wasn't good enough, not because I was scared."

"Wait. Please explain to me what's going on."

The teen walked out, dragging Shinichi along with him.

"He's a killer. I can't believe I let him catch me. No matter what, he always thinks he's right. He takes people who aren't in the right and tests them. If they're lucky, they get out of these games with only a missing limb while their opponent dies. I'm surprised you haven't heard of him."

"I take it he's foreign then." Shinichi didn't recall ever hearing of someone like that. "He's never met anyone like me before. We'll be fine."

The teen didn't seem reassured, not that Shinichi could blame him. He did look like an eight year old child after all. The bare hallways made of steel only helped this killer's atmosphere. Shinichi ignored it all. He wasn't going to let his mind be messed with.

A door at the end of the hall had Learn to love yourself painted across it with red paint. Shinichi stared up at the boy, but when he wasn't willing to open the door, Shinichi did it himself.

Inside he saw Hattori, barely conscious, his hands chained above his head with something large attached to the same chain near the ceiling of the room.

"Hattori!"

"Don't move!" the teen next to him shouted at Hattori as he stirred. The metal contraption Hattori was attached to started to open as he tried to pull his arms down. At the other teen's warning, Hattori stopped.

"Hakuba-kun, don't move either!"

Shinichi took the time to notice that Hakuba was there as well and in the same situation. The only difference was that the Brit seemed far more awake than the Osakan.

"You're warnings fall short." Hakuba's light laughter echoed around the room as he looked at the teen beside Shinichi. When their eyes met it seemed as if they knew one another. Shinichi spotted a large burn mark that has seared away Hakuba's coat sleeve and his skin underneath. The wound looked nasty.

"Sorry." The teen next to him shook his head. "I should have been faster."

"What's goin' on?" Hattori was awake now, taking in the situation as Shinichi had. "Where am I?"

Good morning to those gathered here. I realize now that some of you may not realize what it is you have done. To die nieve is unforgivable. My games are meant to show how important life is. Now, you will have to choose not only how important you feel your friends are, but how important you feel your commitments are. Above your friends is toxic acid. If they move, the closed door will open, releasing the acid. As close as they are to one another, they have the opportunity to fight one another for their life. Or let the choice rest with the two of you.

Hakuba took his glance away from Hattori and focused solely on the teen next to Shinichi. "Kuroba-kun, I'm aware of what's going on. I'd heard about this man in London from a colleague of mine. He's dangerous. I'll leave this up to you."

Hattori still seemed confused. "Wait. Who's dangerous? What's he talkin' about?"

Because physical talents are compromised, I've left this up to a game of wits. On either side of the platforms that your friends are resting on is a difficult puzzle of numbers. Figure it out and it will reveal to you a four digit code that will release one while sealing the fate of the other. You must choose whose life is more important. If neither is solved in the twenty two minutes remaining, both will die. The game has already started.

Shinichi spotted what looked like a Sodoku puzzle in front of them once they'd stepped up. He was naturally right handed and wondered if the teen was as well. This seemed irrelevant as the other boy took a pen from the floor nearby and started on the solution with his left hand.

"Hey wait. Does that mean whoever gets the answer first will kill the other person?"

The teen nodded, continuing to work it out anyways. Shinichi pulled on the cuffs to try and get him to stop. "We can't do that! There has to be another way!"

"There isn't. I'm sorry Conan-kun, I can't let Hakuba-kun die."

Shinichi took a few moments to see how serious the teen was. There was no humor at all in his face that seemed naturally light-hearted. Shinichi took up his own pen in a shaking hand. He didn't know if it was better to kill one person than another. Either way, if one of them was going to die, he didn't want it to be Hattori. He didn't want it to be Hakuba either, but there didn't seem to be any time to think about that.

"We're gonna die?"

"Only one of us." Hakuba turned to the Osakan while the other two did calculations as fast as they could. Hakuba had to figure Kuroba would get it first because he'd had a head start. A dirty trick, but Hakuba had a hard time fighting it at that moment. If Kuroba really wanted to play dirty, he could have knocked Conan out. "Painfully by the looks of it."

Hattori stared at the latch above him. "Acid huh? Sounds painful."

"It is. I've a testament to that." Hakuba had burned his shoulder a minute or so before Kuroba had come in with the boy. He hadn't known not to pull, though it was just a testing tug at the time. The acid that fell burned more than Hakuba had ever remembered anything burning him before, or even hurting for that matter.

"I don't wanna die."

The blond glanced over at Hattori as he spoke. The Osakan had only just woken up and didn't seem to know who it was that was playing them. Hakuba himself had only a vague description of a man who enjoyed torture games with his victims before killing them.

"I don't either."

Hattori laughed. "Pretty bad last words for one of us. Should say somethin' cool but I can't think of anythin' right now."

"Me neither."

They both waited while their fates were decided by the only two people either of them could remember being as close to before then. Neither had had an intellectual match to themselves before.

"However this ends, I guess I'm never gonna see ya again." Hattori winked at him, totally inappropriate in their current situation. "So I guess this is goodbye, ya stuck up prick."

"Goodbye as well, you hot-blooded beast."

They smiled at one another but Hakuba knew his own was more desperate than he would have liked. Hattori's eyes shining back at him spoke of similar fear and more than a little confusion.

"Got it," Kaito said shakily, dropping the pen. "Sixteen, fifty two."

There was an audible click and Saguru felt as his arms were released. He quickly drew them in towards himself, looking around for anything to stop this. Hattori watched him, turning and closing his eyes, teeth bared and something close to a whimper escaping.

"I'm so sorry," Saguru pleading, getting off the the higher part of the floor he was on and heading towards the other two. There was another sound, not the same click. This one was much louder because there was weight behind it and the lock was bigger. Saguru didn't turn. He went to the wall and crouched down, tears falling from his eyes as he covered his ears... it still didn't block out the scream.

Kaito grabbed Conan and dragged him back, even as the boy squirmed. Crouching down, Kaito wrapped his arms around the boy's eyes so he wouldn't see. He'd looked up himself, just as the acid fell.

Hattori screamed but it didn't last long, turning into a gurgled mess of noise before quickly fading completely. Kaito closed his own eyes too late, gasping for breath and trembling as the sight tore away his very sanity. It all seemed too quick before the room was quiet of everything save their shaking breath.

Saguru swallowed, looking towards the other two on the ground ahead of him. "He's... he's dead... right?" He couldn't stop his voice from shaking anymore than his body. Saguru wasn't sure how much acid was in the ceiling and, if it hadn't been enough to kill Hattori... god help them all.

"How should I know?" Kaito shouted angrily, refusing to open his eyes. He felt the bile rise in his throat and picked Conan, turning around so he could open his eyes and move safely around the room. He found the corner and threw up.

Conan was shaking. He couldn't turn around. What had... what had happened? There were tears on the edges of his eyes. Maybe it was the part of him that tried to stop this and wouldn't rest until he knew he had really failed, but while the other boy started heaving, he turned around to look back.

And then he wished he hadn't.

Hattori hadn't fallen, his body still hanging from the cuffs that had held him in place. Most of his skin on his arms, head, and chest was gone, blood spilling from open wounds where his eyes used to be. Conan's mouth opened, making some horrified noise that he couldn't stop once he started.

"I told you not to look." Kaito dragged the boy close to him again, the poor guy screaming. "I- I couldn't let it be both of them." There were tears running down Kaito's face, looking for some kind of redemption for his actions. "I just couldn't."

Saguru crawled on his hands and knees over to the other two. "Kuroba-kun... we should leave..."

Kaito shook his head. "And what if that's what he's waiting for?"

"I'm sure he had all the rooms wired. I don't think it will matter... where we are... and the child... shouldn't be in here." Saguru's arms were shaking trying to hold him up.

Kaito took in a few more unsteady breaths, shaking himself as he nodded. He stood up, the child practically falling out of his weakened grip. He walked out the door, waiting for Hakuba as the got up as if he were a drunk and exited. Kaito reached for the door with closed eyes and shut it, sliding down it once it was closed until he was on the floor. He shook his head violently. "I can't do this! I just can't!"

"Hey," Saguru said with a little more enthusiasm. "I'm not part of this. I don't need to do anything more... right?"