Saw VI: Survival of the Fittest
A/N: I kept watching a clip from Saw V and suddenly got an idea for a fanfic. Instead of five people, there are nine…and they all must either work together to get past Jigsaw's traps or perish. But there's always that ONE person who gets left behind…
Cold to the Touch
It was extremely cold and dark inside the humongous building that housed nine civilians and dozens of traps every which way you turn. It was a typical Jigsaw method: capture the victims when they least expect it and trap them inside some torture chamber. It's not like Jigsaw was a serial killer; he just wanted people to value their lives more…even if it had to be through painful methods. Unfortunately, Jigsaw has died and so has his protégé Amanda, so Hoffman has been busy building this factory. This first person to wake up was a young man named Jackson Darloway, an American national with Columbian heritage. He started panting and first muttered, "Oh, shit." wondering if he went on another drinking spree again and passed out. Then he suddenly began to freak out and kept saying, "What the fuck?" several times. He tried walking, but suddenly realized that his stomach was restricted by something. He slowly ran his hand down his chest and felt cold hard metal.
It was a chain, rusty and so cold that it gave him goosebumps. Someone had put him here, and by the looks of it, they weren't going to let him leave.
"What the fuck is this shit?!"
He continued to tug at the chain, struggling and straining and hard as he could until the lights came on and he was momentarily blinded. When his vision came into focus, he saw eight other people trapped in the same room, all chained up the same way. They were also all awake and standing still, trying to examine the place before they triggered the trap.
"What the hell…?"
"Don't move." said a Mexican blond woman.
"What??"
"It's a trap. You move, the trap starts and we could all die."
"What fuckin' trap? What are you talking about?"
"Jigsaw...this is one of Jigsaw's traps. I knew this was gonna happen to me one day! This is what he does." whined a man in a tattered yellow shirt and jeans.
"It's not Jigsaw you guys. He's been dead for years." added a Caucasian woman in a blue blouse and jeans with red hair.
"That doesn't matter. Someone else does these things to people and it still happens. It's happening right now!" said Jackson.
He started tugging on the chains again.
"I wouldn't do that if I was you mate." said an Australian bald man wearing standard army uniform.
"Why?!"
"Do you not see where these things lead to? As soon as one of us pulls this thing hard enough, all of us are gonna get sucked into some trap or some other type of horrific shit."
"You think he's controlling us or watching us or something?" asked a Filipino man wearing a green vest and shorts.
"You're right. Someone's watching us." said the woman in jeans.
Everyone looked up and saw a giant set of cameras all over the place, many of them in the corners. The man in the tattered yellow shirt was starting to sweat heavily.
"You're starting to freak me out…"
All of a sudden, this giant monitor attached to the wall with a giant screen came to life. It made a loud hum and static noise, then it suddenly turned blue and showed a doll's head slowly turn and face everybody.
"Hello everyone and welcome. You people all have your own personal issues that you constantly and selfishly blame on others when it is you who has caused yourself pain. You have all been trapped in here to prove whether or not this is true, and to see what real pain feels like. There are nine of you in this room now, but nine will soon become one. The chains tied to your torsos' are connected to the device you see in front of you and should any of you pull too tightly, the countdown will begin and you will have 120 seconds before the crushers activate. The chains will be wrapped around them and you will be launched inside the crusher along with it, experiencing a gruesome fate. The only way to free yourselves is by finding the right key which is hidden throughout this room. Your mind will tell you the obvious choice, but I strongly recommend fighting those urges in order to survive. Let the games begin."
The TV shut off and everyone stood still, looking at the crusher in the middle of the room. They also looked all over the walls and objects inside, noticing keys were in several different places. Jackson came to a conclusion, examining the area and the current situation they were in.
"One of us has to die." he nervously muttered.
A couple of them looked at each other, not knowing to agree to his statement or not.
"That's real encouraging shithead." said some pompous lawyer in a purple business suit.
"What the fuck did I do?!"
"Yes…what did you do? What did we all do to deserve this?" asked a woman with brown hair wearing all black.
"What do you mean what did we do??" asked the bald man.
"Jigsaw or whoever this is only does this to make people value their lives more, right?"
"Yeah…" said the Mexican woman.
"So maybe we should share what we did and why we're here."
Everyone stood silently, hoping that the other person would admit their sins before he or she did.
"I'm a junkie." said the Mexican woman.
"I used to be a pimp." said the man in the tattered shirt.
"I stole mass weapons of destruction and detonated it on Korean soil." said the bald man.
"What about you guys?" asked the brown haired woman.
No one else felt like speaking about their lives.
"Hi, my name's Carl Maniypan. I'm an ex-comedian turned serial-killer." said a man wearing a red sweater and jeans.
"This isn't a fucking joke!" yelled the Filipino.
"You guys wanted to know about me; I told you."
"If you guys really need to know my life story, I'd rather--"
"Hey, you're that grease-monkey from Tijuana who kept getting busted for nickin' cars." said the bald man.
"How do you know me?!" she asked.
The bald Australian said nothing.
"Answer the question Aussi." demanded the lawyer.
"How do you know her?! Will you please just fuckin' talk to me!" shouted Jackson.
"It's just a game mate!! That's all this is; a game!"
"What does that have to do with anything?!"
"Because in this game, the less you know the better. It's not my fault I heard the bird's name on the telly."
"Okay, everyone just shut up! Like right now!" said the red-head.
"Like I said…we're all here for a reason." said the woman in black.
The retired pimp groaned and rubbed his head.
"What the fuck do we do?"
"Wait here while I go find out." joked the serial-killer.
"It said not to follow the urges our brains tell us."
"But if we don't get the keys, we're stranded here for the rest of our lives!!" yelled the man in the yellow shirt.
"Just relax." said the bald man.
"I AM FUCKING RELAXED!!!"
"Look it's not my fault that you fucked up your life and wound up getting' tossed in here with the rest of us. Maybe you shouldn't have been bitch slappin' birds 24/7 eh?"
"Fuck you!"
"Yeah, that's gonna help. Saying 'fuck you' over and over again thinking it'll break the chains." muttered Jackson.
The ex-pimp started hyperventilating, freaking out of his mind.
"Fuck you guys--I'm getting out of this fucking trap!!"
The man in the tattered shirt started straining like crazy in order to get away from the trap.
"I CAN'T--"
Suddenly everyone else was yanked backwards and fell down. The pimp forgot that all their chains were connected through the crusher and he was inadvertently pulling them all down. Then a wire was pulled far enough to activate the trap. The timer had been set and they now had 120 seconds left before the crusher sprung to life and yanked them all inside.
The Filipino man threw himself towards a key on the floor and yelled, "Got it!" and put inside the padlock on the chains. But for some reason, it wouldn't fit.
"Oh my God, we don't know which key goes where!"
Now everyone was really starting to panic. They thought one of the keys could open their chains, but it turns out that Hoffman made it so that only ONE certain key would unlock each person's restraints. It seemed highly likely that even one of them would survive. Jackson struggled to drag himself behind a set of steaming pipes and grabbed a key stuck to the back of one of them, severely burning his hand. He held onto the key for dear life when the Mexican woman started running forward and wound up pulling Jackson down. He quickly put the key inside the padlock and twisted it, unlocking the chains and setting himself free.
"Oh, that's some bullshit!" yelled the lawyer.
"Shut up! I'm gonna help you guys find the keys!"
Jackson hated half the people there and in his opinion, he should just walk away right now and leave them all. But there was no exit he could find and even if there was, there might be another trap behind it. The bald man was pulled back to the floor twice before he managed to get his key. It was tied to a wire and it needed to be pulled off. But as soon as he got the key, a gun fired into his shoulder. If he hadn't moved at the last second, half of his brain would be missing. He quickly unlocked himself and held his wound.
"I know where the keys are!!" yelled Jackson.
It suddenly made sense. Everyone who committed a sin was going to have to do it one last time…to themselves. Jackson had been thrown in jail for arson numerous times, so he had to burn himself to get the key. The bald Australian was put in there for selling weapons and detonating weapons of mass destruction…and since Hoffman didn't want a nuke to go off, he decided the Australian would have to shoot himself to get the key. Jackson quickly ran over to the red haired woman in jeans.
"What did you do?"
"I murdered my ex-husband."
"That doesn't help! Get specific!"
"His head was cut off."
Jackson looked around the room and saw a device with the key stuck in the middle. Should anyone move the key, the device would turn on and cut the woman's head off in two seconds tops. The woman walked over to the key and laid under the device so she wouldn't die. As soon as she touched the key, it turned on and some of her fingertips were severed. She screamed and dropped the key, getting yanked back towards the crusher when Carl found his key. It was trapped inside a container full of knives, barbed-wire and salt. He didn't even bother hesitating; he just jammed his hand in there, screamed, and got the key out. Jackson quickly grabbed the dropped key and unlocked the red-headed woman's chains. Four of the nine were free…and they had 60 seconds left.
"What the fuck you guys?! Why isn't anyone else trying to save these people?!!?" screamed Jackson.
He was really the one person who was trying to save everyone; the others just stood there doing nothing, not even thanking Jackson for saving them. The Filipino man saw his sin in a block of dry cement. He once buried two people in cement and left them there to die. Now the key was sitting in the cement, stuck inside forever. Lucky for him, there was a hammer and knife next to the block. As he grabbed the knife, he was violently pulled back when the lawyer found his sin and key too. Wads of cash. He defended several guilty clients and let them go free illegally, earning over half a million dollars in the process. The only problem was that when he looked inside one wad, it suddenly shot a metal spike into his left eye. He screamed horribly and was yanked back down on the floor. The Filipino grabbed the block and slammed it against the ground, breaking it apart with the hammer until he found the key and freed himself.
Only four were left now, and there were only forty seconds left. The Mexican was having trouble finding her sin, trying every key she could find on the floor…but none of them worked. The pimp had the worst sin to complete and unlock himself. He closely examined the woman in black and saw a large scar on her head that had been sewn up like a doll. The key was resting inside her forehead. In other words, he had to kill her to save himself. It was the same for her…she had to cut open the pimp's side to find the key.
"COME HERE BITCH!!!" he yelled.
The pimp yanked her chain and pulled her next to him. Then he started slapping her and punching her in the head.
"Stop it! Stop this right now!" yelled the Filipino.
The two of them looked at him and saw the hammer and knife in his hands. They weren't meant for him at all…they were meant for the two of them. They lunged towards him and punched him into unconsciousness. The woman grabbed the knife and slashed open the pimp's side, exposing part of his kidney. The key fell out with it, clacking on the floor. She lunged for it, but the pimp dragged her back to him and yelled, "BITCH!!"
"THAT'S ENOUGH!!" yelled the woman with red hair.
She was simply punched in the torso by the pimp.
"FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!" yelled the pimp as he bashed the woman's head open with each "fuck you" he said.
He violently began to tear inside her forehead, looking for the key that would save him. Eventually, he found it and did so.
"Oh, shite. Tigre!" yelled the bald man.
Only the Mexican woman named Tigre and the lawyer was left. In the next ten seconds, both of them were going to die. Tigre and the bald man finally found her sin…a bag full of used needles containing the key. Tigre was just about to get the bag…until the lawyer shouted out and threw his whole body over the wads of cash. Tigre shrieked when she was dragged back to where she started. The lawyer was sifting through all the money as quickly as he could, not caring what would happen next. One of the keys was inside the wads. Tigre struggled and kept tugging at the chain, hoping it would suddenly break apart. Five seconds left.
"NO!!" yelled Jackson.
"AAH! AAH! AAH! AAH!!" yelled Tigre repeatedly, tears streaming down her face.
Both Jackson and the Australian jammed their hands in the bag trying to get the key. The lawyer's hands were shaking so violently, he couldn't even fit it in the padlock.
The timer rang and Tigre shouted, "AAH!" again. The lawyer freed himself just in time…and Jackson and the Australian found the key. But it was too late. The crusher activated and sucked in all the chains, including Tigre and the corpse of the woman in black. Blood splattered everywhere and a few of them screamed out loud. They all just sat there in disbelief, thinking it was all a dream. Jackson couldn't believe it either…they were so close to rescuing Tigre.
All of them were supposed to get out alive, but instead they lost two…when there should've been only one casualty AT MOST. Things weren't going as planned…