Note: Hello! This is my first fan fiction. If you might find any errors, or just have an opinion or idea for this story, I ask that you tell me! I encourage constructive criticism. Depending on how much free time I am given over the next few days, chapter two will be published soon. (:
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own these characters or half of this plot; James Wan and Leigh Whannell wrote the original Saw. Saw Revisited, however, is what I took away from Leigh's words, inventing my own ideas and joining those thoughts with his script. It's like we had mind sex and invented bloody, sadistic thriller literature. ;)
Chapter I - Common Hysterics
The air is cold, hectic, but there is no breeze. The smallest of sounds echoes throughout the atmosphere and wherever this place is, it commits vibrations that are bare and concrete. Whispering sounds of water slopping against existence is heard by a hardly conscious woman whose eyes are not au courant but still dreaming. Soon the quiet splashes transform into a noisy wave and the woman hears an individual's heaves and splutters.
What a strange dream, she wonders.
As the woman dreams of reality, the man gasping for air soars up in a tub of water. Before long he realizes it's pitch-dark after he rubs his eyes. His foot snags on the tub's plug and the liquid drains as the man strains out and onto the floor. He retches violently and moans before his left foot catches and feels entrapped on heavy, rough material as he crawls forward. Unbeknownst to him, there is a second man in the room who is listening with a composed silence.
"Help! Someone help me!" the first man rises and yelps. He begins to feel the space around and behind him and ends when his hand comes in contact with a pipe. "Oh shit. What's going on?" he feels inferior and small when unexpectedly he hears a chain drag on the ground in the distance. "Is someone there? Hey!" he cries, "Shit, I think I'm dead."
"You're not dead," a hoarse voice speaks out into the abyss.
"Who's that? Turn on the lights!" the other demands before yelling for help in desperation once more.
The man who is listening becomes irritated and tells this panicked voice there isn't a point in yelling because he already tried.
"Where am I? What the fuck is going on?" the first man turns away and starts feeling around again, but for a light switch. "Oh god, what is that smell?"
"Be quiet a moment! I think I found something," the distant voice announces before hearing his company freeze.
There is a loud click before buzzing, bright lights illuminate the room, blinding two men. There is a blonde man, wearing black slacks and light blue dress shirt that is stained with sweat, who is removing his hand from the light switch he found. Middle-aged and ghastly gray, the man is chained to a pipe by his right ankle and his eyes, which are straining to adapt to the sudden light, have purple bags underneath them.
Across from this character is a younger man, in his mid-twenties with wet, dark brown hair, who is wearing a blue striped shirt over another white one and jeans. His clothes show he's been immersed in water while he looks like a shocked, drowned animal. This man's left foot is chained to another pipe in the corner. Holding his arm above his head, he squints in pain as his eyes slowly adjust to the light.
A freshly dead body in it's pool of blood lies in the middle of an abandoned bathroom. The dripping wet man gazes around at filthy, chipped walls, ancient urinals and a toilet, a rusted bathtub, and behind him on the other side of the tub lounges a sleeping woman, who is also bound to a pipe in the opposite corner by her left foot. Unlike his conscious company, he is in reach of her and moves towards the woman but stops abruptly as the dragging weight that is trapping him catches his attention once more.
"Help!" the man begins to howl and pull on his chain.
He falls onto the floor in his panic and the fairer man looks at him with an appalled expression. The blonde feels embarrassed for the man's outburst, that no matter how horrifying a situation is, an individual should always remain calm and work objectively out of problems. He begins to suggest to himself that he is above this man's behavior and wonders more about the woman beside the fool.
"Calm down. Just calm down. Are you hurt?" he says while eyeing the man's drenched clothes.
"I don't know," the man looks down with arms stretched out. "Yea!"
"What's your name?"
"My name is Very Fucking Confused!" After sarcastically proclaiming his feelings, he demands, "What's your name? What's going on here?"
"My name is Lawrence Gordon, I'm a doctor. I woke up here just like you," the blonde explains covering his mouth and nose to block out the corpses' stench. "Do you know who she is?"
The water-soaked man looks down at the sleeping woman's face and replies with a shake of his head. He gradually sits and than to himself he mutters, "What the fuck is this?"
Lawrence rolls his eyes while watching the man slaving with the cuff that's around his ankle and asks, "Recognize that guy?"
"No."
"Well do you have any idea how you got here?"
"No."
"What was the last thing you remember?" Lawrence is developing impatience because his company is only giving him simple answers to his questions, and acting like a juvenile.
"Nothing," the man stops struggling at his chain for a moment. "I went to bed in my shit-hole apartment and woke up in actual shit-hole! What about you?" he lets his hand smack against the floor when he looks up at the doctor.
Grateful the man gave up his attempts at self-release, Lawrence finally thinks for a moment and replies, "There's not much to tell, really. I was on my way home from work and uh, I don't remember anything else."
Lawrence slowly sits down on the filthy floor. The man across from him is growing calmer and Lawrence's annoyance is subsiding. He observes the man's face as his panic turns into fear. He notices the man's eyes widening the longer they study the body between them.
"That's the first dead body I've ever seen. They look different in real life, they don't move," the man admits.
Lawrence looks at his chain and adjusts it; the metal is pushing into his skin and causing pain. He's silent for a moment longer than says, "Well from the looks of these chains, someone didn't want us to go very far either. So, you going to tell me your name or what?"
The man forgets the body and studies Lawrence before replying simply, "Adam."
"Well, Adam, what we need to do is sta-" but Lawrence is cut short and his suggestion is overwhelmed by deafening screams of fear and shock.
The woman who was sleeping had finally woken. She is staring at the dead body, screeching with only eyes for the corpse. Lawrence thought Adam was ridiculous, but changes his mind deciding that this woman outshone Adam's hysterics.
"Hey, it's okay!" Adam shouts over her screams while moving towards the woman.
She glimpses at Adam and her instincts decide he is a threat. When Adam offers to help her up, the woman kicks him in the stomach than whacks him in the face when he doubles over. As he falls to the ground she jolts up and only begins to run away from him, before soon stumbling with a yelp to the floor thanks to the chain around her ankle. She doesn't look around but brings her attention back to Adam who is standing back up dazed. She jumps up with a terrified look and slams her fist into his stomach again.
As Adam cries out Lawrence raises his voice at the woman, "We're not going to hurt you! Please stop!"
The woman becomes distracted, noticing Lawrence for the first time. Adam takes this chance to bound onto her back and pin her shoulders down as she falls onto the filthy floor. Though she is still attempting to claw at him while on her stomach, Adam wrestles her to be still.
Lawrence rolls his eyes as he watches chaos and asks Fate what he did to deserve this mess. He wishes he knew why he was here and why he was here with two fools.
"What are you doing?" he asks Adam.
The woman remembers Lawrence and screams, causing Adam to become more angry. He is furious that she punched him and by God was she only to attack him again, so he feels the need to restrain the woman down until him and Lawrence compose her.
"Just calm her down before she attacks me again!" Adam shouts as the woman screams at him to move away, than biting a finger that held her shoulder.
"We woke up here the same as you! Please calm down, ma'am! We are all in the same situation you are! Look, we're chained to the walls as well," Lawrence tries to shout over her screams of help and Adam's surprised cry of pain. "Just listen!"
The woman stops shrieking when Lawrence catches her attention by getting on his knees and pointing to his chain. She is terrified and Adam isn't helping by his actions. When she woke she only noticed the dead body in the room and Adam advancing towards her. She thought he murdered the decaying man in the middle of the room and was going to execute her too. The woman's natural reaction was to hurt the bad guy before the bad guy hurt her. Realizing she was wrong, she calms down a bit and listens to the blonde man who now stands.
"We need to work together if we are to get out of here. My name is Doctor Lawrence Gordon, that man is Adam, and we just woke up here the same as you. We don't know what's going on either," Lawrence explains from the other side of the bathroom. "Adam, get off of her for Christ's sakes!"
Adam is still forcing her shoulders into the floor and only Lawrence can see how angry he is. He has an expression of uncontrolled fury and what Lawrence believes is also embarrassment.
"Will you not attack me again?" he exclaims as the woman rolls her eyes and fails to push him off.
"Let me up!" she screams.
"Adam! You're being ridiculous," Lawrence acts put out and than nods at the woman.
"Fine," she says. "Okay? Now get off!"
Lawrence stares at Adam with a look that clearly says he is overreacting. Adam notices Lawrence's expression and glares away from the woman. He gazes around the room and sits down on a pipe, turning his attention back to the woman who is now sitting up on her knees, studying the bathroom she just woke up in.
Her hair is brown, almost red, and it flows down to her waist in waves. She has a few tangles that Adam subconsciously wants to brush away, but he doesn't notice that urge. There is dirt and blood on her white, straight-legged pants and the woman wipes her tears away with the sleeve of an ivory, lace pullover that barely hides a peach tank underneath. Her feet are bare like his and Lawrence's. He averts his eyes to her face and his mouth falls open; all anger is being replaced with recognition. She looks familiar to him, though he doesn't know her and has never met her.
Adam blushes even though she isn't paying attention to him and looks questioningly across at Lawrence. Lawrence studies the woman as well but isn't paying attention to her hair or clothing. He is wondering why her left forearm is bandaged with white gauze and why it is stained with fresh blood.
"What happened to your wrist?" Lawrence asks softly.
The woman doesn't bother looking down at her arm.
"I don't know. I was hoping you two could tell me. You said you were a doctor. Did you do this?" the woman spits.
But her statement was weak and Adam notices her wavering tone. He doesn't believe her.
"No, I did not! I already told you we woke up here just the same," Lawrence feels insulted and thinks that even though the circumstances are odd, if not scary, he should still be treated with more respect.
"Wait, so you really don't know what's going on?" she shrieks.
Lawrence and Adam shake their heads and the woman begins yanking at the pipe that her chain is connected to. She yells as she pulls at the cuff around her ankle, "Help! Can anyone hear me? Help!"
"Please calm down! We need to stay calm if we're to get out of here!" Lawrence tries to relax her.
"God, kill me now," Adam shakes his head anxiously with sarcasm and worry.
"Go to hell when he does!" she defends herself, jerking the chain. All of sudden she stops and seizes her wrist, crying out.
"Do you want me to take a look at that?" Lawrence shuffles as close as the chain allows and squints over.
"It really fucking hurts," the woman replies, close to tears now. "I don't know if I want to mess with it."
Suddenly Adam is convinced of an idea. He stands up hastily and pulls up his shirt, revealing his abdomen and touching his stomach, studying it.
"Do you see any scars?"
"What?" Lawrence and Nadia ask in unison and in disbelief.
"This is what they do, man! They kidnap you and drug you and before you know it, you're in a bathtub and your kidneys are on eBay."
"That's ridiculous," Nadia sneers.
Lawrence scoffs, "No one has taken your kidneys."
"How can you tell from way over there?"
"Because you'd either be in terrible agony. Or you'd be dead by now."
Adam stops examining his stomach and looks across at Lawrence. The woman hangs her shoulders and begins to weep subtly after she sits in the corner opposite of Adam. He watches with a growing sympathy, feeling lousy for their initial behavior towards one another as she touches her wrist tenderly. He shifts his gaze over to Lawrence whose face confirms that he really is a doctor. Lawrence's expression is empty and objective.
"What's your name?" Adam asks the woman while she takes in the dead body in a calm shock.
"Nadia," she returns her eyes over to Adam, and he softens inwardly again; they are a light brown, blinking with the remains of tears.
"Do you remember how you got here?" Lawrence asks.
"No, I don't remember a thing. I don't even know what I did last night."
"Well, what we need to do is figure out why we're here," Lawrence leans on his hand that's outstretched against the pipe on the wall. "Whoever brought us here could have killed us by now. But they didn't. They must want something from us, and the question is what."
Adam regards Lawrence as the doctor searches the ground for clues. Nadia looks up from where she sits and notices something odd.
"That clock."
"Yea, what about it?" Adam asks.
"It's brand new," she glances over at him.
Lawrence realizes what she is implying, "Someone wanted us to know the time."
Adam looks perplexed still and Nadia scoffs in amazement.
"Hang on, I might be able to reach the door," Lawrence shuffles as far as his chain will allow and pushes against a wooden sliding door.
Across the room, Adam's confusion turns into deep thought when he reaches into his front pockets, finding nothing. Nadia watches him as he digs in his back pocket and pulls out a white envelope wrapped in a plastic bag.
"What is that?" Nadia sounds hopeful.
Lawrence turns around, failing to open the door and realizes what Nadia was asking about. Adam removes the envelope from the plastic bag and looks at his name penned on the paper.
"Excuse us," Lawrence is anxious.
"It's an envelope, with my name on it," Adam's answer sounds questioned, his expression unsure of what he's seeing.
"Where did you find it?" Lawrence is anxious.
"My pocket."
Lawrence and Nadia exchange looks and begin digging in their pockets as well, searching for answers. Within seconds the two of them are holding envelopes too and on the envelopes, written in black, bold letters, are their names screaming back at them. Nadia looks into the shocked faces of her peers, as they gaze back into the worried face of her own.
"Where in hell is this happening?"
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