Rehab
Disclaimer:
As always, I own nothing (with the exception of Daria Stark).
Rating:
M (for torture and drug & alcohol abuse...and Tony & Daria's mouths...)
Genre:
Romance/Family/Angst/Hurt/Comfort
Pairing(s):
IronTazer
Claria (Clint/Daria)...(maybe)
Summary:
So, I was watching Saw V & VI the other day and something struck me and I've decided to run with it.
Daria Stark is the 21 year old daughter of Tony Stark. Much like Tony, Daria is very much addicted to the party scene. However, in addition to the excessive partying and drinking-and sex-Daria is also addicted to drugs. Her addiction to drugs & alcohol & partying & sex are what have landed her on John Kramer's radar. They have also caused a rift between herself and Tony as the elder Stark fights desperately to get his daughter to clean up her life which is yet another reason that she has found herself smack in the middle of another classic Jigsaw trap. It's basically Saw V but I replaced the junkie with Daria and threw in a panicked Tony for good measure.
Lyrics Used:
Evanescence "Missing"
Within Temptation "Somewhere"
Thirty Seconds to Mars "This Is War"
Evanescence "Tourniquet"
Evanescence "Forgive Me"
You won't cry for my absence I know | You forgot me long ago | Am I that unimportant | Am I so insignificant | Isn't something missing | Isn't someone missing me
Even though I'm the sacrifice | You won't try for me | Not now | Though I'd die to know you love me | I'm all alone | Isn't someone missing me
"Oh my God!" Daria Stark woke to the sound of a strange woman whimpering and the unmistakable sound of gears turning. Blinking away her fuzzy vision, she took in the sight of her surroundings. I've woken up in some pretty fucked up places...But, this definitely takes the cake! She thought to herself before noticing that she was wearing some sort of dog collar bound to a pulley system connected to a pair of razors forming a 'V' above her head.
"Aw, shit!" She swore, realizing where she was and what was happening. Looking across the room, she noticed five glass cases with keys suspended inside of them. It was then that she took in the sight of her four cellmates. One pretentious middle-age weirdo. One average blonde. One everyday black business woman. One everyday white business woman. Absolutely no help, whatsoever. Damn it.
"Hey!" The blonde spoke up, addressing the black business woman. "Don't-Don't move!" She warned her. Looking up, Daria noticed that whenever one of them moved forward, the pulley system tightened all the other collars-pulling the people wearing said collars closer to the razors above their heads.
"What did you do to me?!" The black business woman demanded.
"I didn't do anything!" The blonde insisted.
"Jigsaw." Daria muttered. "Son of a bitch! I knew this was gonna happen to me!" She rambled on. "This is what he does!" On impulse, she tried in vain to pull the collar off.
"It's not Jigsaw." The brunette business woman asserted. "He's dead. Haven't you watched TV lately?!"
"Yeah, well..." The black woman interjected. "Whoever it is...They're watching us." She continued on, pointing out a surveillance camera in the corner of the room.
"To make sure we follow the rules." The brunette surmised.
"Which are what?" asked the blonde.
"I wouldn't do that, if I were you." The bald middle-aged man finally spoke up, addressing Daria as she continued to fight her dog collar. "Unless you want your head to pop off like a dandelion."
"How do you know that?!" Daria snapped.
"Because I have eyes." He calmly pointed out. "One pull-pin starts the timer for all of us." He added, in a slight british accent, indicating a timer on the wall. "You won't wanna do that...Unless you know how it works...Now, would you?"
"Okay, you're seriously starting to freak me out, dude!" Daria snapped while secretly praying for an answer or a way out of the situation. Get it together, Daria! She told herself. Like it or not, you're a Stark! You're better than this! You can figure this out!
Before Daria could get any further in her inner monologue, a TV screen across the room suddenly came to life with a terrifying doll on the screen. "Hello and welcome." The doll greeted with the throatiest, most gravelly, most utterly terrifying voice Daria was fairly certain any of them had ever heard. "From birth, you have all been given the privileges of few others. Yet, through poor moral decisions, you've used these advantages to selfishly further only yourselves at the expense of others. Well, today, this...singular way of thinking will be put to the test. Today, five will become one with the common goal of survival. You're all connected. A cable runs through all of your collar devices. It can be pulled so tight, you will be decapitated on the mounted razors. The only way to remove the collars, is with the keys from the glass boxes on the pedestals before you. However, if one of you moves to retrieve the key, the sixty second timer will begin for you all. In choosing how to react to this situation, your life-long instincts will tell you to do one thing. But, I implore you...to do the opposite. Let the games begin."
At that moment, the chill of pure, unadulterated horror spread through every bone in Daria's body. As the TV shut off, Daria noticed a separate timer-set for fifteen minutes-begin counting down on one of the walls of the cell. Staring at both of the timers, she muttered "Somebody has to die."
"No, no, no." The black woman spoke up. "It said 'Don't listen to your instincts.' That means don't go for the keys!"
"Are you fucking nuts?!" Daria snapped.
"How are we supposed to live if we don't go for the keys?" asked the blonde.
"Maybe it's testing our endurance." The black woman offered.
"We've gotta move." The bald weirdo interjected. "That timer's connected to those jars." He explained, pointing out the fifteen minute timer which was-in fact-connected to several jars full of nails all around the room.
"No, it didn't say anything about those jars." The brunette spoke up. "They could be nothi-"
"They're nail bombs." The blonde cut her off. "Homemade. Probably C4."
"How the fuck do you know that?!" Daria demanded.
"She's a fire inspector." The bald man explained. "She's seen all kinds of demented shit."
"How do you know me?!" The blonde demanded. When the man remained silent, Daria's anxiety began getting the better of her.
"Hey, asshole, she's asking you a question." Daria snapped. "How do you know her?!" Daria was stressed, nearly to the point of panicking. After no response, she shouted "HOW DO YOU KNOW HER?!" When she still didn't receive an answer, she screamed again. "ANSWER ME!"
"Look, let's just...keep our cool." The blonde interjected, her valley-girl voice beginning to grate on Daria's nerves. "Okay? We can figure this out!"
"We're here for a reason." The black woman reasoned. "Okay? And, we're all connected, as the message said." After a moment of silence, she turned to the brunette valley-girl. "What did you do?" She asked.
"You go first." She insisted.
"I-i-i-It said that we were all born with advantages." The black woman reasoned. "Right? Means we're all from money." She decided.
"I'm not." The blonde countered.
"And, neither am I." The bald British man agreed.
"Okay, nice fucking try, Nancy Drew." Daria replied, sarcastically.
"Well, then what does it mean?" The woman asked Daria, snottily.
"We all did something wrong with an advantage we were given from birth." The blonde offered. "That doesn't have to mean money."
"What are you not telling us?" Daria demanded of the bald man. "Huh? You know about her. What do you know about the rest of us?" When the man still remained unresponsive, she spoke again. "Would you fucking talk to me?!"
"Relax!" The bald Brit instructed.
"I am fucking 'relaxed'!" Daria insisted.
"It's a game, tweaker!" The bald man insisted. "Get it?! The less you know about me, the better. The reason you fucked up your charmed existence is pretty obvious to everyone, isn't it?!" He pointed out, grabbing Daria by the wrist and pulling her sleeve up to reveal the needle marks consistent with a drug addict, along with old burn scars.
"Fuck you!" Daria snarled, wrestling her arm out of the bald man's grip, flipping him the bird as she did so. "Fuck you!"
"Been playing with matches, again, have we?!" He taunted.
"Fuck all of you and your fucking plan!" Daria declared, grabbing her cable and lunging forward, toward the key to her collar. Her move was followed by screams and pleas not to do what she was about to do.
Author's Note:
I realize that this is just basically a carbon copy of Saw V, thus far. The more creative parts are coming up. The traps are mostly just taken straight from Saw V since the 5 tests the Fatal Five had to endure were probably my favorite traps of all the Saw movies. And, since I didn't really care for the druggie they used in the Fatal Five so I took him out and substituted Daria in his place. Also, the reason I've named her Daria is because Daria is supposed to mean wisdom. I figured the name was appropriate and ironic all at the same time-given that she's a genius (being a Stark) and yet she chooses to abuse her body with drugs and alcohol...and sex.