Tin Man's Jigsaw Game
Chapter 1: Let the Game Begin
Jack Singleton opened his eyes and looked around. He was in a dark room, but he didn't know where exactly he was. He tried to get up but found he couldn't. His arms and legs were chained to a chair. He heard a noise and out of the corner of his eye saw drills on the side of the chair.
"Hello? Is anyone there?"
A television at the other end of the room turned on and Jack saw a white face with a protruding brow and cheeks that had red swirls on them. Jigsaw turned to face Jack.
"Hello, Jack. You don't know me, but I know you. A few years ago, you and your wife survived an encounter with a serial killer known as the Tin Man, who trapped you inside a house and forced you to play a game."
Jack said nothing, although he did know what Jigsaw was talking about.
"We will play a different game, Jack. You and your wife, Stephanie, have lived with that memory for the past year. Your daughter, Melissa, died in a tragic accident a few weeks before that. While you were in the house, you helped others and were forced to relive your worst nightmares."
The television cut to the contraption that Jack was in. He pushed a button and the drills started whirring. Jack looked at them fearfully.
"What the hell is this? Who are you?" he yelled.
"The device you are wearing is a drill chair. You have exactly 120 seconds before the drills pierce your skull. The only way to stop the drills is to fit a key into the keyhole, which is in that box. But be warned: the box is filled with spikes, which will tear away your hand if you're not careful."
"Let me out of here! Let me the fuck out of here!"
"You still live with those memories, Jack. Will you risk you life to forget them? Live or die, make your choice."
The television clicked off and the drills started moving toward Jack's head. He screamed and dug his hand into the box. Spikes pierced his hand, causing it to bleed. He felt for the key and found it. Pulling it out and ignoring the spikes tearing away his flesh, he put it into the keyhole. The drills were almost to his head and then stopped.
Jack sighed and leaned against the chair. The clamps on his arms and legs snapped open, and he got up. The television turned back on.
"Congratulations Jack, you are still alive. But this game is not over yet. Follow the red arrow that will lead you to your next trap, and possibly, your wife."
Jack rushed across the room and opened a door. He stopped as a tin can rolled toward him. He picked it up and looked at it, and then at the room, recognizing both instantly.
"Oh, no. Not this damn house again!"