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Death By Jigsaw

Chapter 1: Edward

I hung up my belt with my gun when I walked in the door. I locked up, making sure that no one could get in my house. I took off my police jacket and rested it on the hallway table. I slowly walked into my living room, sitting down on my couch. It was quiet every afternoon. I seemed to drown in silence every time I got home from the station. Sometimes I wished that I could just stay there.

I looked at the bare skin on my left hand. My ring finger was empty. When my ex-wife took off, she grabbed my ring and took it with her. She said that I would get it back. It had been three months. She still had it.

I started clicking my tongue on the roof of my mouth. I quickly stopped, knowing how much my wife hated that noise. Then, I started up again. She was no longer in my house; I did not have to stop doing my habits. I could do whatever I wanted. Even though I knew that, I still waited for the day when she would yell at me again.

I picked the remote off of the coffee table. I rested my feet up on it and turned on the television. Nothing interesting was on, so I started flipping through the channels. When I got down to the lower digits, I was hitting all the news channels. I never watched the news anymore, but there was something on that caught my eye.

I put the remote down on the couch after turning up the volume. There was a headline that stretched across the bottom of the screen. It read, 'Jigsaw Murders Still Unsolved.' I listened carefully.

"The Jigsaw Killer, also known as Jigsaw, struck the area a year ago. People were taken out of their homes and work areas, never to see the light of day again. They were tortured and presumably killed but not before a piece of their skin was cut out in the shape of a puzzle piece. One survived the tragic happening, living to talk about it a year later.

"Detectives everywhere have come from cities across the United States to figure out who this man really is. In a year, all we have is a name: James. No last name was ever found. At the torture sights, Jigsaw's name was found engraved on the ceiling, taunting the detectives. Now that a first name is known, it is only a matter of time before the Jigsaw Killer is taken down."

I grabbed the remote and quickly turned off the television. Despite being a police officer, things like that gave me the creeps. I stood up and shook off my fear. I only knew a few things about the Jigsaw Killer. He was, of course, heartless. It seemed that he just randomly chose his victims. The last group that was taken was an addict, a drunk, a doctor, and a few other people. It seemed completely random. He just got his fun out of torturing people.

Nobody even knew what he looked like. Being a cop, I never got much information on Jigsaw. It was only the detectives in the force that knew everything about him. He was just a cold man; I could make that much out for myself.

My walkie-talkie beeped. I ran into the hallway, grabbing my jacket. I pressed the button on the side of the handheld and spoke. "Masen here. Over."

"We have a hit and run on Maine Street. I know you are off, but we need back-up. Over."

"On my way. Over."

I grabbed my belt and quickly put it on my waist. I slid in my jacket and unlocked the door. I quickly closed up and ran to my cruiser. I started it up and put on my sirens. I sped off towards Maine Street, being only a few blocks away.

Once I hit the intersection, I saw two police cars blocking the street. I jumped out and ran over to the other cops at the scene. "Which way did he go?" I asked.

"He ran that way," my chief said, pointing to the left. "We have three men in pursuit of him now."

I did not even hear the rest of what he wanted to say. I ran off, straight ahead, aiming to corner him in. The chief called from behind me, but I was not listening anymore. I grabbed my gun from my belt and held it in my hand. I ran down an alleyway, hoping that I would just run into the criminal.

I turned down another alley, seeing another main road ahead of me. I kept running when my radio turned on again. "We lost him, chief. He ran off down Grant Street, and we lost him. Over."

I smiled, knowing exactly what street was ahead of me. I came out on the sidewalk, right on Grant Street. I turned right and saw a man walking, his head turning around. He looked extremely suspicious. I hid my gun from him, slowly following him. He was about my height, but he had a small build. He was not anything I could not handle.

When he turned around one more time, he spotted me. His eyes became wide, and he started sprinting. I ran up after him, gaining on him. I did not have the time to tune into the chief; I was too focused on getting him. He turned down a deserted alley, making a really bad move. I followed him in, knowing that there was a dead-end down the alley.

He screamed, "Shit!" when he reached the end of the alley. He turned around and stared at me. "Look, I'm sorry! Just don't hurt me!" He held his hands in the air. His gun fell to the ground.

I walked up to him, pulling my gun out. His eyes got wide again. "Why should I not shoot you right now?" I asked, bringing my gun up to his neck.

He let out a whimper. "I... I didn't know you were allowed to this." His eyes were welling up with tears.

I shoved the gun in his neck a little more. "I can do whatever I want." I spit in his face. "Why did you do it?" He didn't respond. "Why did you do it?" I kicked him in the stomach.

"I... I don't know!" he yelled, tears rolling down his eyes.

I kneed him in the stomach again. "Damn you, asshole. But you're the reason why I have a job." I pulled the gun away from his face and elbowed him in the neck. He crumpled on the ground, crying. "Get up, you big pussy." I kicked him in the back. I grabbed my hand cuffs and clasped them on his wrists. He stayed on the ground, not looking up. I kicked him again.

Suddenly, I felt a needle shoot into the back of my neck. I turned around and saw a man standing there. His eyes were cold. I held up my gun, aiming for his head. I started to feel dizzy, my vision blurring. My arm slowly started to fall down. Before I knew it, my gun fell to the ground. I closed my eyes, falling on the pavement beneath me.

I felt something down my throat. I tried to open my eyes, but I was too weak. I tried to move my arms, but they felt locked in place. I tugged on my feet, but they were stuck, too. I shook my head, trying to wake myself up. I slowly opened my eyes, millimeter at a time, until they were completely open.

I looked straight ahead. I looked left. I looked right. I looked down. I could not see a damn thing. I opened my mouth to scream, but I could not because of what was shoved down my throat. I looked down at my mouth, hoping to see something. There was nothing I could make out.

Instantly, a light came on. It was hanging over my head, bright as can be. I could only see a foot in front of me, but that was enough. My arms were hanging from two bars, metal bands around my wrists. My ankles had them as well. I was simply hanging there like some kind of animal. I looked down at my mouth. I could see a tube coming out of it. It was connected to a case to the left of me. I started to shake, trying to free myself. It only made it hurt more. I slumped, defeated. Then, I put two and two together. I was captured by Jigsaw. I was in his little game.

I tried to scream, but only a muffled sound came out. I still could barely see in front of me. I had a feeling that there was someone in the darkness, watching me. I tried to yell again; it did not work. I hung my head again, completely pissed off.

Then, another light came on. In front of me to the left, there was a man. He was hanging the same way I was. He looked strangely familiar to me. He had a tube down his throat as well. He was staring at me with daggers for eyes. Then, I remembered who he was.

Another light came on, and underneath it was a television. It was just in front of me; the other man couldn't see it. It flickered on, and a puppet appeared on the screen. It was the Jigsaw Killers puppet that he used. I let out a muffled cry again.

"Hello, Edward Masen," it said, his mouth not moving perfect with the words he said. "I hope you know where you are, officer. You are about to play a little game. It shouldn't be that difficult for you. After all, you have seen it all, haven't you?

"That man to the left of you, do you remember him? If you don't, let me refresh your memory. You ran into him about two months back. He had just robbed a bank. You were chasing him, the only person still on his tail. When you cornered him, you beat him to a pulp. He was on the ground, blood running down his mouth. He was the first person you ever took your anger out on.

"When you took him to the station, no one questioned you. After he threw up blood, people began to worry. You, on the other hand, were already home, signing your divorce papers. You were a good cop until your marriage fell apart. Then, you changed drastically and became the bad cop.

"He went to the hospital, and they did many tests on him. It turns out that you broke a few of his ribs. After you hit him again, those ribs punctured his stomach. He had to get his stomach sewn back together, but he will never be the same. He is unable to eat large amounts of food or drink a lot of water, in fear that his stomach will burst.

"That is why you are both here today. The tubes you have down each of your throats are connected to a tank. Those tanks are filled with water. The water will be pumped at an extreme rate down your throats. You only have one choice: drink it or die.

"If you stop drinking it, you will have to dispose of it somehow. It will come out your mouths, causing extreme pain to your throats. You risk ruining your throats, never to speak properly again. Also, if you stop drinking, there is a bar behind you that only the other can see. It will come closer and closer the more you stop drinking. Eventually, it will pierce your backs, going through your body. It is positioned so that, when it does enter your body, it will go right through your stomach. It will burst, killing you instantly.

"So, Edward, watch what may happen to your little friend the more he drinks. Maybe you will understand the damage that you actually caused. Remember, drink or die."

The television screen went black. I looked over at the man again. His eyes were wide, scared out of his mind. Suddenly, the tanks turned on. I saw the water coming through the large tube, about to head into my throat. It entered my mouth, and I quickly gulped it down. The other man was doing the same thing.

The water started to come into the tube faster. It was entering my mouth at a dangerously fast pace. I saw myself start to spit some of it out of my mouth. The man was doing the same. My throat was burning, the tube scratching against it. I saw the bar behind the man getting closer and closer to his back. I had a feeling that mine was doing the same.

My stomach was getting bigger and bigger; it hurt to drink it. The man's stomach was getting bigger and bigger as well. I coughed, sending water spraying out my mouth. I felt the bar touch my back, drilling into my skin. I tried to scream, causing the bar to go in further. I felt it about a half an inch in my body.

I focused on drinking, trying to get all the water down my throat. The bar kept going into both our backs. The man had a look of terror on his face. I kept swallowing. Then, I heard something nauseating. The man's eyes became quarters as his body fell slack. Water oozed out of his throat. Then, the bar entered into his back, drilling through his body.

I closed my eyes, no even noticing that the water stopped flowing through the tube. The bar pulled out of my skin. I heard a click, and my arms and legs came free. I fell to the ground, the tube coming out of my mouth. I still had the bands on my wrists and ankles.

I leaned forward and threw up, water spilling everywhere on the cement floor. All of the contents of my stomach came out, and my stomach kept heaving. I eventually stood up, clutching my throat. It hurt like hell.

I looked over at the man again. His body was hanging over the bar, his eyes still open. Water was dripping out of his mouth. I looked away, unable to stand it. Suddenly, all the lights turned on. Then, a metal door opened in front of me.

His voice rang out above me. "Continue forward, Edward Masen. Don't try anything, or the bracelets on your ankles and wrists will explode. Then how will you get out of here?" He laughed evilly.

"You bastard." My hand went to my side, suddenly feeling pain there. I picked up my shirt and saw a piece of my skin was removed; it was in the shape of a puzzle piece. I growled, gripping my wrists and went forward. I walked into blackness, having no idea what was ahead of me.