Disclaimer: As always, I DO NOT own Saw, or the characters from the films that appear in this story.
Author's Note: There are spoilers in this story for at least the first, fourth and fifth films. If you don't like that, don't read this.
Constructive Critism encouraged.
Prolouge - Adam's Girl.
It had been three months, give or take a few days, since he had first gone missing. She had spent nights laying in bed awake, waiting for him to just come back into her life. She would have given anything to just lay with him again, to feel his arms around her thin frame.
As the days passed, she found it increasingly difficult to live the life she once had. Her days were not as full; her nights spent tossing and turning in frustration. After the stories of the Jigsaw murders came out, it was clear to her what had happened to her Adam. He was a victim of the Jigsaw murderer– she was almost sure of that.
He had never been one to appreciate his own life. His angst and contempt for most of the things he didn't have made it clear to her that he'd never really be happy. He was never impressed, and he could never see just how much he meant to her. She had lived with him in that shithole apartment, even though she had a better place in a cleaner part of the city, and had taken in stride his apathetic attitude towards her.
Well, that was only until the fight.
After two years of putting up with Adam's constant anger and cynicism, Konstantine had finally snapped. "Maybe we should take a break, Adam," She had told him, exhausted both physically and emotionally.
He shrugged, "Maybe that break should last forever."
She looked up at him, hurt and confused, "I love you Adam."
He nodded, "I know you do."
"Have you ever loved me back?"
There was silence. He could have done one of two things: he could have lied and told her that he had loved her, or he could just stay silent. He chose the latter course of action - not wanting to hurt her feelings more than he already had. Much later, he would regret not saying anything.
She stared at him, her eyes stung with premature tears as she heaved in a breath trying to control her emotions.
"I can't believe this," She murmured, shaking her head.
Konstantine stood up, and put her hands on either side of Adam's face, near his jaw, and kissed him deeply. She pulled away and looked at him one last time before shaking her head, "Maybe you'll miss me."
Adam stood there, staring after her, a bit disappointed in himself. He had let go of the only good thing he had left in his life. Shaking his head, Adam departed his apartment with his camera and car keys in hand.
One day, he knew, he would miss her.
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It wasn't until a week later when Konstantine came to his apartment to check on how he was doing, that someone realized that Adam was a missing persons case. In fact, he had been abducted by Amanda in the pig mask the night after their big fight.
She was devastated that Adam was declared dead after three short weeks of lazy investigation by the police department. They were too busy with the Jigsaw cases to care about some half-rate freelance photographer who took pictures of men cheating on their wives with secretaries half their age. No one cared about Adam because he wasn't a high profile case that was well publicized. He wasn't a doctor, or a detective, so the police department didn't care to waste their time on his case.
They brushed off Konstantine's accusations that they weren't doing their jobs like they would swat away a pestering fly. So, Konstantine resorted to trying to find him herself, but to no avail. After three months of searching, even Konstantine presumed Adam was dead.
Even people she barely knew saw the changes in her. It was obvious she hadn't been sleeping, but what they didn't know was that the only reason she ever did get a night's sleep (if you could call it that), was when she was exhausted from crying too much. She moped around her apartment wearing Adam's old sweaters and stopped talking to friends she had once spent almost all of her time with.
As the depression and self-loathing became more prevalent, people took more and more notice. One particular person took notice, and that person was about to test Konstantine in a way she had never before been tested.
She was Jigsaw's next victim.
