Charmed Saw

Prue woke up in a room and slowly looked around.

"Hello Prue." A voice spoke from a loudspeaker. "I want to play a game."

Prue looked confused, "Didn't Shax attack me? Didn't I see a white light? What am I doing here?"

"You are going to be tested to see if you are worthy to live."

Prue still looked at herself in surprise, "I'm not dead! I'm alive! I'M ALIVE!!"

"Um, Prue. Could you pay some attention to what I'm saying? My name is Jigsaw."

"Charmed." Prue replied sarcastically.

"You are a vigilante. Your mother was killed when you were small and now you roam the Underworld to fight evil."

"Wait a minute. I'm helping-"

"SILENCE! I kill you! Anyway, you're wasting your life. Or at least, I think you are. The game is this: First, you have to mutilate yourself with a knife. Then you will see a slideshow of different people and creatures. You must press a button to choose if they should live or die."

"What is the point of mutilating me with the knife?"

"This is a Saw story. There has to be mutilation and blood and gore. Live or die. Make your choice."

"But how exactly do I die if I fail this trap?" Prue wondered.

Meanwhile:

Piper was a normal woman living her usual normal life and walking through a normal alley as usual when suddenly the door to the normal building she was standing next to, had opened. Before she could even blink, she was pulled into the normal building and thrown into a normal locked room with only a normal dim light to illuminate the room.

She looked down at the floor and saw a tape. "Hello Pepper."

"The name's Piper!"

The tape continued, "You are a Charmed One. Everyday and every minute of your life, you are attacked by demons, warlocks, and lots of other normal enemies. The Elders are of no use to you and your children are too normally powerful and can easily be corrupted. Even though all this normally happens, you are very unappreciative of your life, Pepper."

"It's Piper! And I think you're getting everything mixed up."

"SILENCE! I kill you!" The recording on the tape interrupted her...somehow. "As I was saying before being interrupted, I want to play a normal game. In the next normal room, there are bodies of demons, witches, whitelighters, warlocks, muses, mermaids, Bigfoot, Nessie,..."

Piper woke up an hour later as the tape finished, "oompa-loompas, vampires, werewolves, my mother-in-law, and basically everything else non-human. The normal key to the exit door is found in one of the bodies. Live or die normally. Make your choice, Pepper."

In a strange room:

Phoebe woke up in a strange room.

"Hey! This room has a TV!" She picked up a remote.

The TV suddenly came to life, revealing a creepy looking puppet, "Hello Phoebe. You have been very unappreciative of your life -"

"BORING!" Phoebe changed to another channel.

"Bye bye Tinky Winky! Bye bye Dipsy! Bye-"

The channel suddenly changed back to the puppet. "I was in the middle of talking to you and-"

"How did the TV change channels by itself?" Phoebe changed the channel again.

The TV changed back to the channel with the puppet. "Stop doing that! I am Jigsaw! I want to play a game!"

"Cool! 20 Questions?"

"No."

"Clue?"

"No."

"Checkers?"

"NO! Not those kinds of games. You are very unappreciative of your life. Especially your love life. See the exit door before you?"

Phoebe looked at the door shaped like a heart.

"There is a knife in front of you. The key to the door is in your heart. Literally."

"Wouldn't that kill me?"

The puppet simply stared at her. "Live or die. Make your choice."

"I think perhaps I should live."

The puppet just continued staring at her.

In another room:

Paige found herself in a very bright room filled with many lights. "The light! It burnssssss..." She hissed, trying to pull her brown hair to the front of her face to cover her eyes.

"Hello, Paige." A voice greeted her.

"Is this death?"

"Um, no. You're just in a room with lots and lots and lots of lights."

"Oh."

"But since you're half-whitelighter, you might be considered half-dead."

"Hey!" She pulled back her red hair and tried to glare at the direction of the voice. Unfortunately, the light was still too bright; so once again, she covered her eyes with her blonde hair.

"I'm just saying a theory. Technically, your mom was a necrophiliac."

"Gross!"

"Besides, you're paler than Dracula."

"Dracula doesn't exist. It's just a story."

"I want to play a game, Paige."

"What are you, a Jigsaw-wannabee?" She ran her fingers through her black hair, frustrated at what's going on.

"I AM Jigsaw."

"Oh. I didn't know you were real."

"Your game is this: Before you are three poles. The puzzle starts with ten razor sharp disks neatly stacked in order of size on the first pole with the smallest disk at the top. Your task is to move the entire stack onto the third pole with your bare hands. Only one disk may be moved at a time and no disk may be placed on top of a smaller disk. If you use any kind of magic, you will get an electric shock. If you don't solve this Tower of Hanoi puzzle in time, an ultraviolet light lamp will shine on you and burn you to a crisp."

"Ultraviolet light burning me to a crisp? I'm not a vampire. Why am I even here? What did I do?"

The voice ignored her. "Um. Live or die. Make your choice." The voice quickly disappeared.

An angry Paige looked ready to rip out her black and white checkerboard-colored hair.