Author's Note: Hello! It has been... Years since I have posted on this site. But I am coming back to my Adam-loving roots and dipping my toes back in with a little Prologue about our favorite man. Will there be Chainshipping in later chapters? Maybe. (Probably.) But I can tell your our darling Adam will have some run ins with a couple characters of my own device. And this will probably vary from the Saw series quite a bit in that.. It will be like the events of the first film never took place.
Prologue.
Adam had never exactly been what you may call 'a people person'. Even from a young age he found observing the world's actions instead of participating in them brought him more happiness. Sure, he could stand other humans, he supposed... Mainly for the duration of a quick fuck or to purchase a pack of cigarettes from the shit hole down the street. But he could do it with only with a mild frustration and that was good enough for him. The man much preferred the world from the safety of his camera lens.
On the morning it happened the city woke up early. It was barely five in the morning when the abhorrent honking of the cars on the street filtered through his nicotine-stained apartment and into his ears. Adam was not one for early rises and such could be evidenced by the long, sullen groan that poured itself from the man's lips. He swore loudly and sat bolt upright, his head already pounding. Keeping his eyes shut, Adam fumbled blindly to his left for the pack of smokes he had left there. After a moment his fingers found their prize and he pulled one from the carton, hastily pushing it between his dry lips. The man lit the head and inhaled heavily. The smoke burned in a familiar yet calming way and he actually felt himself smile as the cancer filled his lungs. This, nothing else, had to be heaven.
Adam swung his legs off the mattress. The bed creaked as he stood but he hardly took note, instead choosing to take another deep drag. Now that he had his fix of the morning, the first many, the man's mind was on only one thing... Coffee. It was a routine he took part in daily: fag, coffee pot on, piss, coffee poured, cigarette, coffee drank. It was practically clockwork and it was what kept him going. Adam grimaced as his feet dragged slowly on the cluttered floor and he kicked haphazardly at the items in his way; likely remnants of his last meal and stained clothes.
"God Damn it..." The man muttered, shaking his ankle free from the constraints of his floor collection. From somewhere to the left he could hear his cell phone begin to sound and his bad mood quickly deepened. Breaking in routine Adam detoured toward the noise and flipped the incessant device open. He looked at the screen but his eyes hadn't yet adjusted to his surroundings and the caller remained a mystery.
"What?" Adam spoke in way of greeting. He pressed his tongue to the roof of his mouth and toyed with the idea of lighting up again when his thought was interrupted by the caller. The voice was dark, almost on the verge of anger. Adam grimaced. It was his boss, or... The figurehead that was as close to a boss as Adam had ever had. He shouldn't have thought it would be anyone else, of course it was Kenneth calling with his daily mark. He nodded his head as the man spoke, punctuating each instruction with a nod or a 'mhmm'. Finally, he hung up the phone and tossed it back on the table it had come from. The young man reached into his pocket for a Sharpie and pulled the lid off with his teeth before touching the permanent ink to his arm and writing in an untidy scrawl.
Tonight.
9:30.
Third and Tenth.
Doctor Gordon.
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A/N #2: Blech. Review. Tell me if it's even worth writing. Thanks!