Saw: Jarrod's Trial Part 1 In an underground location, police officers rushed in and looked around, having had gotten a call from an anonymous tip about a homicide.
Police officers searched the area, and eventually found a woman sitting in a chair with a strange mask on.
"Miss? Put your hands in the air." One of the officers pointed his gun at the woman. The woman however wasn't responding.
"Miss, I'll ask once again to raise your hands." The officer said again, approaching her and put his hand on the mask.
He begins prying open the mask, gasping at the woman's head. The woman's head was severly burnt and disfigured, and blood and something that appeared to be wax poured out of the mask when he opened it. "Dear God..." He muttered, looking at the woman. She was dead.
The officers released the corspe from her shackles and began to look over the body.
When they lift up her shirt, they found a cut wound on her stomach and hand. Her hand has been determined to have been stabbed with the scissors the officers found.
However the cut on her stomach looked very similar to a puzzle piece.
Elijah Welles, a famous homicide detective, walked over to him. "You found something?" He asks, writing down the notes for the autotopsy report.
"We found the victim's ID. Her name is Abbie Murphy, the owner of Abbie's Cut-Off, the local barber shop." The officer hands Elijah her driver's license. "We can determine that the woman was burned to death by hot wax."
"Hey, look what I found." A girl officer pointed at a TV screen. "There seems to be a tape on here."
Elijah walks over to her. "What are you waiting for? Play it!" He demanded, the officer quickly following his command.
-Flashback to 7 hours before-
A brown hair girl with dark brown eyes and light white skin woke up in a strange room strapped to a chair.
"Ow...What in the world?" She mutters, looking around. That was when she noticed the strange device around her neck. "W-What the?!" She tried to get up but couldn't.
"Help! Help! Somebody please help me!" She yelled out hoping someone could hear her.
That was when a tv suddenly came on, showing what appears to be a white mechanical puppet with red cheeks and black eyes with red irises.
"Hello Abbie...I want to play a game." The puppet says in a dark and rough voice.
Abbie began to panic more. "Help!" She cries out.
"For about six years, you've worked at your own barber shop. You liked your job there and people liked going there to get their hair done and cut. However, as your business grew, so did your greed. You began to steal people's money when they weren't looking, and one of those people I'm sure you remember was my ex-wife Jill Tucker."
Abbie remembers a girl she used to cut her hair for, and had flashbacks of stealing a hundred dollars from her.
"Now, you'll pay. You must do what you do best and pickpocket these three purses to find the keys for your trap and the chair. I'll give you a hint: The key is just in the palm of your hand. If you don't, well lets say you'll get more than your eyebrows waxed. You have 60 seconds: Live or die. Make your choice."
Abbie looked up, seeing a hose slowly coming down as she quickly began to search the purses, the first two only containing old photos of her stealing from people and fake keys that didn't work. In the last purse, she gasped finding a pair of scissors and another photo, realizing it was an x-ray of her hand, and saw the location to the key for her freedom.
She grabbed the scissors and looked at her palm, which had a lump on it as she looked at the timer. 20 seconds left.
She closes her eyes, crying as she began to stab into the palm of her hand, making her scream in agony. 10 seconds past as she finally cuts deep enough and began to pull the key out.
She, because of the pain from cutting her hand, accidentally drops it. "No!" She yells crying as it fell out of her reach.
She suddenly hears the timer go off as the mask closes. "Please, I'm sorry! I'll learn, I swear! I swear!"
The hose reached into her mask, and turns on.
Abbie closes her eyes, crying as hot wax began to fill the mask. She screams in agony as her face is burnt by the wax. After a minute, she stops screaming, having had died from the wax.
Elijah looks at the officers. "We need to find out more about this case."
Elijah's radio suddenly cuts on. "Sir, we just got a call about some homicides at the old abandon school. You might want to get over here quickly...""
The detective held up his walkie-talkie. "Understood. Me and a few officers will be there shortly." He hangs up and looks at some more offices. "You all look over this crime scene and see if you can find who did this."
"How do you not know who did this?" The girl officer looked at him. "This was obvious the work of Jigsaw."
"Jigsaw? Who the hell is that?" Elijah was new in this town, so he hasn't heard anything about this "Jigsaw" character.
"John Kramer, better know as 'The Jigsaw Killer', is most know for putting his victims in certain tests." The officer informs Elijah.
"Why not arrest him already?" Elijah asks, pulling out a pipe to smoke.
"He's dead. Someone cut open his throat with a circular saw." The officer sits down. "And so is his apprentice Amanda Young so she couldn't have made this."
"What about Mark Hoffman?" The male officer asks.
"True, he is currently missing but it's possible he's dead." The female officer sighs. "It seems John has another apprentice.
"Alright, let's move out." Elijah says as he walked out with the officers following.
The officers weren't aware that they were being watched by an unknown man. "The tests have only just begun..."
He says as he pulls out a photo of a red haired man with grey eyes and a small gotee.
(End of Part 1)
