Fitcher here: I've never posted anything here before and I'm not sure if posting a crossover/parody fic will help me with a reputation but I enjoyed writing this.
All in all, I hope you enjoy the first instalment based on the inexplicable cultural phenomenon that is Twilight. Coldly calculated to pander to your screaming demographic.
This is set during New Moon when Edward is gone and Bella had just jumped off a cliff into storm raged water, and didn't seem to care or realise that she was drowning because at least then she wouldn't have to live a life without Edward.
Bare in mind this is SAW based so there will be violence, there will be blood, there will be suffering. There will also be a general sombre tone to this seeing as it is based on SAW.
Enjoy.
CHAPTER ONE
Amist the ticking, dripping water and the pounding headache that was ramming into her skull, Bella Swan awoke with the distinct feeling that something was dreadfully wrong.
The musk and dampness hit her first, like the first wave of heat when you walk off a plane in a warm country. If that country smelt of piss and metal.
She could cope with those ones in particular, neither had the negative connotations that made her sick to her stomach but the sent of blood...that one she could tell a mile off. A strange mixture of iron and soured cream that made her feel faint thinking about it. Now it surrounded her, burning at her nostrils as her stomach swirled in disagreement. Bile burned at the back of her throat as she swallowed it down, some lingering just where she couldn't reach with her tongue leaving her with the bitter taste.
She grunted as she tried to raise her head. Her neck was stiff and heavy, much like how it felt when she'd fallen asleep in a car or on a chair. She'd wake up hours later with a crick in her neck and a terrible taste in her mouth as if someone had used it to dumped sewage. Each time she'd swear she'd never fall asleep like that again and yet each time she'd do it, as if expecting a different result.
Her eyes flickered open.
The room was dim, the only light coming from a small electric lamp and a timer with one minute lit in red. She could hear the faint drip of water behind her, and her own heavy breathing as tears threatened to spill. With a groan she tried to move but found herself unable to. Frowning she glanced down at her bindings, the situation not truly sinking in until she tried to pull away from the chair again. Her arms wouldn't move. Someone had strapped them to the chair with duct tape. A pathetic moan escaped her mouth as she wrestled against the bindings, flailing like a mad woman against the chair. Her attempts proved in vain, the bindings staying in place despite her best efforts.
It vaguely occurred to her that she had no idea what to do. She'd never been in a situation where she was totally alone. Where she had no one to help her, to save her from the enemy. No mum to explain it, no dad to arrest them, no Edward to-
Edward. Without warning the memories of before sped back to her.
She'd jumped.
The cliff hadn't seemed that high at the time, nor had the approaching clouds seemed ominous. She'd seen Sam and his pack do it so many times it had seemed like an easy feet to her, and to see Edward again even only as an hallucination...
(Bella...)
The TV shuddered to a start, static flickering over the screen before a puppet appeared. To call it creepy would have been an understatement. Black hair hung over it's head in stringy deadlocks, framing the dark red eyes that stood out against the white face.
"Hello Isabella." Bella flinched and pursed her lips as the panic threatened to rise.
"You do not know me, but I know you."
Bella gave out a weak cry, tears now pouring down her face.
"Please no."
The puppet ignored her quiet plea. "I want to play a game."
Bella's chest heaved as the puppet paused.
"The device around your neck is loaded with an explosive that will go off in exactly one hour." The puppet explained, it's red eyes boring into Bella and sending shivers across her shoulders and down her spine. "In this time you must go through four tests and complete them before the time runs out. This is what will happen if you fail."
The camera panned away from the puppet to a mannequin, a bomb collar around its neck. The clock on the TV ticked, the sound echoing in the room as Bella held her breath. She screamed as it exploded, the mannequins head nothing but small pieces of plastic. The camera panned back to the puppet. "For your first test, you must escape this room. There is only one key to the lock on the door, and it's under the eye of your cell mate." She jumped as a spot light burst to life, illuminating the chair opposite her. She gasped and turned away, feeling the bile rise in her throat again.
Eric. She'd seen him not even a day ago during Biology, talking about some graphic novel to Mike but looking as normal as could be. He looked nothing like that any more.
He was paler, face gaunt and eye seeping blood as he sat slumped on the chair before her.
"You have sixty seconds to find the key and escape the room. A room that is slowly getting smaller. It is time for you to realise who you truly are. Live or Die. Make your choice."
The TV shut off.
Bella tugged against her bindings again with a mad kind of panic, crying and screaming as she pulled against the duct tape. The tape gave way and Bella stumbled to her feet, something snapping off her collar behind her. Her heart skipped several beats as the clock began to count down, each tick building the adrenaline rushing through her veins. She pulled at the collar, feeling around in a desperate attempt to get it off.
It was no use. The collar fit her exactly right, loose enough that she could breath but tight enough that she could feel it digging into her throat as she swallowed.
This couldn't be happening. She only jumped off a cliff. Why was she here? She should be dead. At least then she'd be at peace.
Bella jumped as the walls began to move, and threaded her hands through her hair. They shuddered at first, dust picking up and reflecting light as they began their journey into the centre of the room.
"Help!" she screamed, her voice hoarse from several hours of non use and crying. "Please!" No one answered. More tears came, her chest heaving as she pulled at her hair and looked to Eric.
A small metal table sat beside him, the only object on it a scalpel. It felt cold and dirty in her hands, as if her body knew she shouldn't be holding it.
Close up she could see the extent of the damage they'd inflicted on him. His eye was swollen, infected blood escaping from the stitches. Whoever had sewn it back up was either bad at stitching or meant to inflict pain for as long as possible. Her hand trembled as she raised the scalpel to his eye, ready to cut through the stitches when he groaned.
He groaned. He wasn't dead.
Bella nearly dropped the scalpel but the approaching walls reminded her what was at stake.
She needed to survive this.
Eric's good eye opened lazily, widening as he saw Bella with the scalpel. He tried to scream but was unable to move.
She continued on, the wall too close for comfort. She sliced through the stitches making the infected blood pour onto her hand and down the arm that held the scalpel causing, bile to rise in her throat.
Eric tried to speak, but only muffles came from his mouth.
With the scalpel she dug the key out from an incision made under his eye. The enclosing walls were much too close.
(00:15)
She ran towards the door and tried to open it but her blood soaked hands made a mundane job an operation. Eric's muffled groans came from behind her but she refused to look back.
She would not die here.
The door lock opened with a click as the walls brushed up to her shoulder, and she scrambled out into the hall way. She collapsed to her knees as the door slammed behind her, the wood unable to block out the sound of crushing bones and flesh.
Her breaths came out in desperate gasps, mixed with tears. The relief that washed over her made her feel like she'd been doused with freezing cold water as she burned to death. Welcome and necessary.
She had made it.
Dry heaves sent shock waves of pain through her body, the adrenaline now rushing from her leaving her a trembling mess on the grimy floor.
She kept expecting everything to just stop, to pause and allow her time to breathe but the clock kept on ticking. It's sound ominous and a heavy weight on her shoulders. Blinking back tears she glanced up at the timer above the door.
(54:00)
Five minutes wasted.
She'd sat there for five fucking minutes!
Tangling her hands through her hair she rocked back and forth on her kneesa, the face of the puppet appearing when ever she closed her eyes.
Jigsaw. It had to be him. She remembered a conversation she'd had with her father several weeks ago. She hadn't really paid attention, too busy thinking about how Jacob was ignoring her calls. On top of that Mike had been hitting on her during school hours as Jessica watched from the sidelines, making her uncomfortable.
Charlie had been warning her about a serial killer that had been active recently. Jigsaw and his games had moved to Seattle. According to Charlie that was too close for comfort and he'd decided it was as good a time as any to talk to her about safety. He didn't want to find her at the next crime scene. She had dazed out once he began, in an attempt not to argue with him.
He was treating her like a child. Like she didn't know how to protect herself. She had lived in a big city most of her life. She knew how to watch out for the unsavoury types. He had no reason not to trust her judgement. The situations last year shouldn't have even been brought up. Just because she'd been stalked by a group of drunk guys in a city of under twenty thousand people, and ended up in hospital the last time she'd gone to Phoenix was unrelated. She could look after herself and didn't need Charlie to explain it to her.
Bella shook her head. It had to be Jigsaw.
Fighting through the exhaustion that had washed through her, she staggered to her feet. Nothing was broken or cut. She'd been lucky in the first test. All she'd had to do was kill one of her friends.
She didn't know exactly why it hadn't hit her yet. She'd killed Eric.
(You did what you had to. Your more important.)
(Why?)
(Everyone loves you.)
(Why?)
(Why wouldn't they?)
(I killed Eric-)
(He would have wanted to die to save you. You did what he would have wanted.)
Bella had always assumed that killing another person would have felt worse than this. An awful, and sickening feeling but right now all she could think was -
(What if I get the blame?)
She wouldn't. Being the police chief's daughter must have some perks.
A bright red line painted on the floor directed her to the next 'test'. She glanced back at the red door, flinching away as she spotted blood seep from the bottom.
(I killed him. Left him for dead.)
(Nothing you could have done. He'd wanted you to live.)
Bella wasn't sure which thought scared her more.
Shaking her head of thoughts she followed the line.