'Sup people. So this was just in my head as I woke up this morning and I thought I would write it and post it here. First SAW fanfic because Adam is awesome and I wished he lived. Obviously if you're reading my other story you will know that some crazy stuff happens, also I've been listening to a lot of creepypasta lately :D And i think this is the reason why Adam is so jittery and stuff, because he had his own creepypasta moment when he was younger, and yes, this is how my brain works XD

It's in first person POV, I don't know why, I don't usually like it. So I apologise in advance, if it doesn't make any sense. XD

There is some swearing, but you know, it's Adam.

Enjoy!

AN: Improved it a bit, you know added stuff in and made parts better.

I just kept screaming and screaming. For Lawrence to come back, practically begging Jigsaw not to shut the light off and close the door, but he did. I was left in the dark, it was suffocating me, clutching around my throat to quiet me down, it burned as it tightened…

No… It wasn't the darkness. Come on Adam, you can't lose it already. I've only been on my own for a few minuets, give Lawrence a chance to get help.

I tried, but I couldn't stop screaming, my throat felt raw and I swear I tasted blood. The darkness and silence brought back so many bad memories, if I broke the silence, they wouldn't come and get me, they would be too scared by the noise.

Ha, 'scared', who was I kidding? They would come and get me whenever they wanted.

I knelt on the floor, gasping for breath and spitting out blood that I just couldn't swallow. I attempted to call for anyone's attention again, but I couldn't, my throat hurt, my shoulder even more, and the exhaustion from actually beating a guy to death caught up with me. And probably from the lack of food too. When was the last time I ate properly? Urgh, too long.

Hurry Lawrence, please.

Wait… Jigsaw's gone after him; Lawrence isn't going to make it. Well, how could he? He'd cut his own foot off! He was going to bleed out. He was going to leave me in here… But he promised!

I fell back into a sitting position; my knees were killing me, but instantly recoiled as I felt Zep's leg brush against mine, oh god, it was still warm. I gagged as I pushed his body away with my chained foot. The rattle of metal seemed to echo in the now soundless and lightless room.

I sighed and fought back the stinging tears in the corners of my eyes. I gave a few tugs to the chain, as if it would make a difference, but it was useless. I sighed once more and shut my eyes, wrapping my arms around my legs. All this just because I was a freelance photographer, how's that work?

This isn't my fault I'm here, its Lawrence's! If he never cheated on his wife… I shook my head, I can't think like that. Lawrence is going to come back and save me, what would he do if he knew I was blaming him? I heard the chain rattle again, it broke through the quiet like a firework blast, it made me jump a little, I'll admit.

I was going to ignore it and – wait… that wasn't me…

My eyes shot over to Lawrence's corner, even though I couldn't see. Please be a rat. Please be a rat, or a mouse! A mouse would be good! They're a lot smaller than a rat.

Whatever was over there sniffed at something, probably Lawrence's foot, I would have laughed if I wasn't scared out of my skin.

I heard something scrap across the floor, it sounded like claws. My pulse skyrocketed, and I could hardly breathe. I'm going to count it as a good thing, either it won't notice me and leave or I'll die quickly from suffocation.

The scraping and sniffing sounds were getting closer.

Fuck.

From the sounds, I can tell it was a big creature, not a rat then. How it got in here without me noticing, I will never know.

The noise got so close that I swear it was right in front of me, but then it stopped, silence surrounded me again.

Oh fucking hell, no. It's found me.

I haven't slept properly in ages, I can't really define 'ages' as, well, there's no windows and I can't see the clock, I have literally lost all sense of time now. But I knew it had to be a couple of days, my stomach cramps every now and then and I know I've nodded off a couple of times, I know because the horrid realisation of being trapped in this bathroom with a creature that could kill me any second sets in. I hear it all the time now, when I wake up and all through the hours of consciousness, until I fall asleep again. It sniffs constantly and scratches at the walls, sometimes getting a little too close to me for my liking, however it's the only thing I can focus on, the darkness and silence would be too maddening, so the little noises it makes keeps me slightly sane.

I've given up on Lawrence now; I know he's not going to come back for me. I'm just not worth it; he's almost certainly with his wife and kid now, living a better life.

How could he?! I trusted him! He promised!

He's now left me to my fate of starvation, dehydration or being this things lunch, or whatever. I mean its gotta eat sometime right? I just wish it would hurry up.

I have been extremely quiet for the past… few days. I didn't want to catch the attention of my new roommate; it hadn't seemed to notice me since the other day. Maybe it's one of those wait-until-its-dead feeders, that's why it's not coming near me. It's waiting for me to die.

Oh god.

A sharp pain gathered in my stomach again, I couldn't help the groan that escaped as I double over in my sitting position, arms circling my middle. I shouldn't have procrastinated in doing some real food shopping and thinking about feeding doesn't help either. As the pain dulled down, I noticed that it was quite, no scraping, no sniffing, nothing.

Nothing until whatever I was sharing the room with grabbed my gunshot-wounded shoulder. I could feel every bone-thin finger, it was so cold and its grip was incredibly painful, and a cry of surprise erupted from me.

It growled in my face, the smell of its breath is repulsive, like it ate a corpse…

Zep!

Did it eat Zep? It must have been while I was sleeping, I would have heard it otherwise. I felt like my heart had stopped, my chest hurt like hell. Something wet ran down my torso, Urgh, is it slobbering on me?! Was my first thought, although I wish it was slobbering on me, as I started breathing (almost) normally again, this stinging on my chest didn't stop. It must have attacked me, must have. It started sniffing again; I felt the puffs on my face, quick and short. My hand slowly crept towards the toilet lid I knew was still beside me, I only have this chance. And I'm going to take it.

I swung the porcelain lid, with some amazing strength I blame on adrenaline, at the creature in front of me. It sort of squealed and let go of my shoulder, I let out a sigh of relief. I gripped the toilet lid hard as I heard it whimper and tumble around the room.

I have to get out of here. I would actually saw my foot off now, but I broke mine and Lawrence's is on the other side of the room. There is no way I'm getting out of here; I let out my own involuntary whimper. If anyone ever finds this room I'm going to be bones. Dead.

I looked down at the toilet lid like I could see it… Well, I did say I'm going to take the chance…

With much reluctance I lifted the lid and… Hesitated. Yeah. I'm useless, I know.

Think about what Lawrence went through.

I took a deep breath, ignoring the creature's agonising cries (did I really hit it that hard?) and brought the lid down on my ankle.

I didn't even bother concealing my screams of pain, but I didn't –couldn't- stop now. If Lawrence can do it, so can I.

Every time I brought that lid down on my foot, blood and skin and bone flew into random places, each hit made my ankle crack. I felt the sick taste of bile rise up my throat but I kept it at bay by swallowing. Tears cascaded down my face and if there was a price for loudest, pain-filled scream, I would have won. But I didn't stop, can you believe it? A freelance photographer, not even earning enough to eat, who lives in some shithole apartment in the slums of the city, actually doing something about his life. 'Cause I can't.

I was running out of time, the creature growled once more, obviously not happy. On a whim I threw the lid at the noise and heard it grunt in pain. I could have punched myself. Why did I throw it?! Damn it all to hell. I grabbed my broken foot and pushed it down, further and further until the weakened bone snapped. I grit my teeth and pulled at my hair, anything to direct the pain away from my throbbing ankle. I've done it. I sobbed and wiped the tears from my face.

The beast-thing growled and by the sound of the claws, I can tell that it was circling me. I swallowed around the lump in my burning throat and as noiselessly as possible, I pulled my limp foot from the chain. The feel of my mangled foot made my stomach churn.

When the thing was stalking behind me, I crawled towards to where I thought the door was.

I lifted my hand to feel for the door and not hit into it. As soon as my shaky hand touched solid wall, my injured foot was grabbed and pulled back, I gasped and started to kick the creature with my other foot.

No, no, I'm not staying here, you're not making me.

The creatures grip on my ankle slipped and I jumped up, sending another kick to it. I slammed my fists against the solid surface, hoping to find an exit, or maybe I would gain super strength, super powers usually appear in these types of situations, didn't they?

Suddenly, the light blasted on, I was blinded as the light burned my eyes.

I heard the thing screech in pain, longer and louder than when I hit it with the lid the first time.

My vision decided to finally clear. I rubbed my eyes and took a deep breath. I scanned the room for it, but there was nothing there.

Did I imagine the whole thing? No…

Zep's been moved. He wasn't on the floor anymore, he was in the bath. I felt a shiver wrack my body, he was sat up, positioned so he was staring at me. Well, maybe, his face was still sort of… Ruined. And I was right, the creature had a good munch on Zep, the skin on his chest was no longer there and the sight of his ribcage brought the bile back up, I was sure that some of his organs were missing too. I gulped and turned, remembering my plan to escape. But the door doesn't open from the inside, Lawrence tried. I felt something heavy drop in my chest.

Ah man. No…

I couldn't not try; I limped over to the door and pushed. Oh my god. It slowly inched open, my heart was thumping. I'm going to get out! Screw you Lawrence.

It was a heavy door. Did leave me a bit out of breath, but it, like, weighed a ton!

The excitement pushed adrenaline threw my veins. Finally freedom. Even with my fractured foot, wounded shoulder and cut chest, I believe I could run all the way home. I took my first step out of my prison, and it felt good, but obviously, with my luck, that can never last.

That creature (I knew it was real!) was on the ceiling all the time. I heard its screech and turned; it landed by the sinks and I, at long last, got to see what was stalking me. It was thin, thinner than me, like, you could see every bone in its stretched-skinned covered body. Its eyes were awful, they were huge, blood shot and it stared into my soul, its long limbs freaked me out too, its twig-fingers twitched as if it was eager to grab me. It looked like something you would find under a kids bed.

It was crouched over, sat still for a second then ran at me with inhuman speed. I let out a cry and flung myself at the door, willing it to shut quicker. It put its long arm through the gap and grabbed my arm, pulling me within biting distance, which is exactly what it did, its thin lips stretched open into a wide 'smile' filled with pin like teeth. Pain shot up my arm as the thing gnawed on it.

"Ah shit! Let go!"

I used the advantage I now had on it and smashed its head against the wall, it screamed again, releasing my arm and sending out lashes with its claws, barley missing my face. I pushed the door closed, avoiding the attacks. Oh god, oh god, oh god!

Sliding down the wall, I wiped the wetness off my cheeks. I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding. "I could use a cigarette right now." I cradled my arm, looks like I've got a red shirt to wear now, blood rapidly dripped out of the little holes that decorated my forearm. Out of a burst of anger, I hit the door behind me and shouted, "Hope the poison gets to you, bastard!"

I heard it cry and claw at the door viciously.

I gave a laugh of relief, I got out. I beat Jigsaw.

I didn't recognise the hallway I was in; it was dark, besides from the small lights on the walls, and dirty.

I thought it was over, I thought I won. I was going to go home and actually think about my life… Until I heard footsteps coming from down the corridor, towards me…

But I lived…

Yup. I don't know what happened either XD. It was meant to be a short story, haha woops.

So tell me what you think, hopefully he was in character. I might do another chapter if you wish me to, just say the magic words.

Reviews please and thank you! :D