Heya guys. Yeah, this isn't my first Saw fanfiction. And, yeah, I read the first one over...and I've learned, that it really sucked. I couldn't handle flames back then, and I was just starting as a writer. ::shrugs:: But yeah, this one is a hundred times better. Believe me. It may sound used, and run down, but mines different. Believe me! I'm writing it! And as always, R&R, it gives us writers, inspiration.
Copyright: No own of Saw...or Adam/Leigh Whannell. ::Cries:: But I do own Saw, Saw Uncut and Saw 2!
Adam Faulkner frowned slightly at the situation he was left with. Chained…to a pipe…bleeding…and thirsty like fuck. His voice was officially dead, seeing as he screamed for a good five minutes. Well that was rather stupid of me. Adam shook his head at his own stupidity and got up off the ground, his legs were starting to fall asleep. Hey...the bathtub! I can drink from that! He felt around for the bathtub that he awoke in. Once he found it he smiled the biggest smile he's ever smiled. Okay, tub, don't let me down. Have water. Have…water. Adam felt around for the knob, once he found it, he turned it a couple times, and waited for the water. He just stood there, anticipating something. Maybe for the key to come barreling out of the faucet. Or maybe a water droplet. But…nothing came.
"How did you work before?! HOW?!" He screamed and kicked the tub. Adam then started to hop around on one foot holding the foot he just kicked the tub with. "What…did I do to deserve this? What?" Adam looked up at the ceiling. "C'mon, God! Tell me what I did wrong! I never raped anyone! I never did drugs! I never killed someone! I just took pictures. That's all! Pictures! If that's a crime, then let water come pouring out of this faucet!" He screamed and pointed at the faucet. He waited a few seconds, and nothing came. "Ha!" He sat back down in his corner and blew on his wound. A few hours passed and he started to doze off. He leaned his head back and then fell completely asleep.
A couple hours later, when Adam was fully asleep, a woman entered the room, and unchained him.
"L…Lawrence?" He muttered quietly. The woman didn't say a thing and stuck a needle in his skin. "What…the…" He said slowly and quietly. His head then fell down and his arms went limp.
"Good…" The woman put Adam's arm around her shoulder and dragged him out of the hell they called a 'bathroom'.
R&R...Please?