Adam made his way down the dark hallway.
He couldn't see a thing, not even his own hand in front of his face.
He had no flashlight.
He had no idea where he was, period. All he knew was that his mind was telling him to keep going forward.
There was no reason to be afraid. His rock, his reason for living, was nearby, he could tell.
Walking like a blind man, with his hands groping along the wall to his right, he suddenly felt something.
A door.
A big one.
Adam groped for the handle. There was none. As soon as he realized this, the door seemed to slide open, on its own.
Feeling around for a light switch, he found one. He flicked it up. The room flooded with light, briefly blinding him.
It took two seconds for Adam to realize where he was. In a bathroom.
Not just any bathroom. The bathroom.
He heard a moan come from across the room. Adam, still recovering from his temporary blindness, looked towards the sound.
A blonde man, apparently half-conscious, sat on the filthy floor, drenched in blood from a bullet wound to his shoulder. His foot was manacled to a pipe. The man was sickly-looking. It seemed as though he'd been there for days.
Adam quickly darted over to Lawrence. How in the hell had he gotten here?
His brown eyes wide with concern, Adam knelt by Lawrence and gently touched his face. Larry's head lolled to one side.
"Oh, my God," Adam said. He gently took his love's head in his arms. Sitting down, Adam let Lawrence's head rest against his chest. Adam cradled him, stroking Larry's dirty blonde hair. "Lawrence?"
Lawrence groaned again, his voice hoarse. "Adam…."
Adam didn't know what to do. Was Lawrence dying? He'd die, too, if that happened.
"Hello, Adam".
Adam jumped, looking up at the doorway. There stood Jigsaw.
The dying old man made his way over to Adam. Jigsaw knelt in front of Adam and looked into his eyes.
"Adam, Dr. Gordon is dying," he said. "You're the cause. You're sucking the life out of him, with your grasping, your helplessness, your petty weaknesses. You don't deserve him, you realize this?"
Biting his lip, tears sprang to Adam's eyes as he nodded. He knew it was true. He deserved no happiness, let alone deserved Lawrence. He never would.
"Lawrence deserves to be with his family. He cherishes them. You saw this." Jigsaw went on. "You took him from them. You robbed him and his family of happiness."
Adam began to cry. He'd never thought of it that way, but he knew the old man was right.
"Then you know what must be done."
Jigsaw stood up and went to door. He looked back at Adam.
"You know what must be done," he repeated. With strength that Adam would never guessed he had, Jigsaw slammed the door shut, leaving Adam alone with his impending misery, as he had done once before.
Adam looked down at Lawrence, and saw that his face was deathly white. With a sob, Adam kissed him on the forehead and gently set him down.
Color slowly returned to Lawrence's face. His blue eyes flickered open and focused on Adam. He sneered and slowly sat up. Adam, looking shocked and miserable, watched as Lawrence climbed to his feet. He made no move to go after Larry as he walked to the door. He simply watched as Lawrence stopped at the door and looked back at his young lover.
"Adam, you are nothing," Larry sneered. "You always have been and always will be. I never loved you. I only put up with you."
Adam closed his eyes, the blow of Lawrence's words the equivalent of physical pain.
"I should have left you to die," Lawrence continued. "I couldn't; that foolish promise made sure of that.
"I can now. Game over."
The light flickered off. The heavy metal door slammed shut.
"NOOOOO!!"