This is a new story I am publishing. My usual stories would be based on video games and the like, but I decided to take a break from them for a while. I watched the saw movie for the first time in years, and felt that I could make a FanFic out of it, but from a totally different perspective. I'm pretty sure this idea has been done by plenty of other people on this site, but no harm in giving it a go, eh?
Let me know what you guys think, all reviews are gratefully appreciated.
*This story is based on the original script by James Wann and Leigh Whannel. All rights belong to them. Obv*
Eyes looking back at me
I can't even see your face
The pressure is closing in
It's taking me again
Decyfer Down - Fading
The room was pitch black, not a speck of light to accompany the quiet sounds of breathing that filled the bathroom.
The sound of spluttering and water splashing suddenly echoed around the room. Quickly afterwards, coughing was heard from the same section of the room, desperate gasps of air coming from a young man. He clambered out of the tub that he was lying in, the gurgling of water draining following after him.
A young woman, at another part of the room, awoke to the sound of this commotion, dazed from a pounding headache that was lingering from her unconsciousness; from how long, she didn't know.
"Help!" cried the young man, "Someone help me!"
The girl groaned, pushing herself up from the floor and grabbing the side of her head. This startled the young man.
"Is someone there?" asked the man. A chain dragging on the floor at the opposite side of the room frightened both people who had just awoken.
"Hey!" called the young man. He moved, a chain also sounding as he moved. "Shit, I'm probably dead."
"Your not dead," a different, raspier voice called. The girl froze, and then called out to the other voice.
"Who's that? Who are you?" she cried.
"Shit! Who the fuck are you? Who is that?". The frustration in the young man's voice could be clearly heard now, knowing that he couldn't see who was in the room with him.
The raspy, but calm voice cut into the young man's yells, "There's no point in yelling, I already tried that."
The girl felt around for the nearest wall and stood up, taking short gasping breaths as she slowly rose from the ground. She grabbed onto a thick pipe that was close to her, trying to grab anything that could help her. Something kept her right leg fixed where it was, pressure digging in around her ankle.
"Please help," whispered the young woman, crouching down to the ground again, wrapping her arms around her legs.
The younger man could hear the distress in the girl's voice, only making himself more scared. "Turn on the lights," he said to the other person.
"I would if I could," said the man at the other side of the room.
The young woman started sobbing, her short breaths cutting through the quiet actions around her. How did she end up here?
"Hey, are you alright?" asked the young man, concerned for the unknown woman not too far from him. "What the fuck is going on? Where are we?"
"I don't know yet," answered the other man's voice.
"What do you mean 'yet'?" cried the girl, hysterically. She stood up again, tears still streaming down her face, head pounding from the sudden movements.
Something caught the attention of the younger man, interrupting the young woman. "Urgh! What's that smell?"
"Shh!" cut in the man across the room, silencing them both. "Hang on a second, I think I found something."
A loud click was heard in the room, followed by the sounds of electrical buzzing. Bright white lights filled the whole room, as the over head lights switched on, row by row. All three people were shielding their faces from the sudden change in light, pain nipping at their eyes as they adjusted to the change. After a few seconds, their eyesight began to focus, and they glanced around the room at each other.
The younger man, near a corner of the room, perhaps in his early twenties, was dressed in jeans and a dark blue flannel shirt, with a white t-shirt underneath. His short brown hair was soaked, due to his previous stint in the bathtub next to him.
The other man, in his mid-forties, was standing directly across from him. He was in smart black trousers, and wearing a plain blue button shirt, the collar of a white t-shirt seen through it. His hair was blonde and his skin was pale, dark circles clear under his eyes.
The young woman, about twenty, was on a wall to the side of both men, directly in the mid-distance of then. She had mid-length, wavy strawberry blonde hair, and pale, almost white skin, almost shining due to the tears which were still falling down her face. She was slightly smaller than both men, wearing a white vest top, covered by a tight fitting red flannel shirt. She was wearing denim shorts, with thick black tights underneath them; one side of the tights had a hole in them, a bruised cut showing through.
Their attention was diverted, however, when they looked to the centre of the room. A look of horror was present on all their faces, as they stared fearfully at the corpse of a dead man.
His head had been shot, his brain and skull visible at the side of his face. A gun was in one of his hands, whilst a tape recorder was in the other. A huge pool of blood surrounded him, and his clothes were completely covered in it.
The girl gasped in fear, her hands covered her mouth as her breathing became harsh and she collapsed to the floor yet again, becoming hysterical. The blonde man stared at the body, seeming to observe what was in front of him. The younger man was the first to speak.
"Holy shit!" He turned towards the bathtub to throw up into it. The blonde man took a cautious step closer to the body, restrained by the shackle which was around his ankle. The other man managed to stop throwing up, proceeding to cough a little longer.
"HELP!" yelled the man, grabbing at his ankle and began pulling at his chain. The girl looked at her chain, tugging at her own helplessly; if the young man couldn't get his, there was no way she could get her own.
"Help!" cried the girl, joining in with the man's cries; the older man looked at them both humourlessly.
"No one can hear any of you," he stated simply.
The young woman let go of her chain and looked at him helplessly as what he said sunk in; the three of them were alone in a run-down bathroom, with a dead body for comfort. Who could find them, if anyone?
The young man dropped his chain in frustration and turned to the other two, "What the fuck is this?"
"Calm down," said the other man, "Just, calm down. Are any of you hurt?"
The girl looked herself over; a small pain was stinging the right side of her abdomen, but other than that she was ok. She met gazes with the blonde man, "Not that I'm aware of."
"How about you?" he asked the other man.
The young man began to fidget and shrug, "I don't know…yeah!"
"What are your names?" he inquired calmly.
"I-" started the girl, but was cut off by the young man's frantic voice.
"My name is Very Fucking Confused, what's your name?" he demanded. The girl just stared at him as he threw his arms up in the air, "What's going on here?"
"My name is Lawrence Gordon, I'm a doctor," said the blonde man. The girl turned to look at him; the name seemed familiar to her, but she couldn't quite place how she knew him. "I woke up here, just like the both of you." He wiped his forehead on his sleeve, sweat furrowing his brow.
The other man dropped to the ground again and began yanking at the chain again, determination rimming his features. The girl wrapped her arms around her legs again and sobbed quietly again. The doctor sighed to himself at the man's pointless efforts before turning a sympathetic gaze to the girl.
"Hey," he spoke gently, "What's your name?"
Her eyes watered as she look up at Lawrence, "Marie," she murmured, "What the hell is going on? And who is that?" She gestured to the dead body on the floor.
The doctor slowly shook his head and turned to the other man. "Recognise him?" he asked.
The man didn't turn to look, "No."
Lawrence sighed, "Well, do you have any idea how you got here?"
The young man stopped pulling his chain, "No."
"How about you, Marie?" he asked her. She looked across at him and shook her head.
"What's the last thing you remember?" he asked to the both of them.
Marie thought for a moment, before speaking, "Last I remember, I was walking down an alley near where I live, and next thing, I end up here.
She hadn't noticed the young man was looking at her until her started talking, "Nothing. I went to bed in my shithole apartment, and woke up in an actual shithole…"
Marie would have probably found his comment amusing, had the circumstances been different and she wasn't chained to a rusty old pipe. She put her head in her hands as the young man spoke to Lawrence.
"What about you?"
"Well, there's not much to say, really," he answered. "I was on my way home from work, and I don't remember much else…"
Marie couldn't take her eyes off of the dead body in the middle of the room; who was sick enough to leave them in a room with something like this?
The unnamed man noticed her focus on the body. He tried to speak calmly to her, knowing she was just as terrified as he was.
"First dead body I've ever seen," he said, "They look different in real life. They don't move."
"And from the looks of these chains," said Lawrence, "Someone didn't want us to go very far either."
Marie nodded at their words, eventually moving her eyes away from the body. The young man looked at her, watching her as she sighed softly and rubbed tears from her eyes.
Something suddenly dawned on the younger man, and he stood up in a flash lifting up his t-shirt and exposing his toned abdomen. Marie and Lawrence looked at him with confused expressions on their faces.
"Can you see any scars?" asked the panicked man.
The other two looked at each other before staring at him. "What?" they asked simultaneously.
"This is what they do!" yelled the man.
"Who's they?" asked Marie.
"Them! Kidnappers! They kidnap and drug you and before you know it, your in a bathtub and your kidneys are on eBay."
Lawrence sighed and shook his head as Marie let out a small but exhausted laugh.
Lawrence looked at him with a deadpan expression, "No one has taken your kidneys."
"How can you tell from away over there?" asked the man.
"I can second that," argued Marie.
Lawrence nodded, "You'd either be in terrible agony, or dead."
Adam scoffed, "What are you, a surgeon?"
"Yes." said Dr. Gordon sharply.
Adam seemed surprised by the comment, but nonetheless, he lowered his shirt and glanced at Marie, who was looking a him with a much more calm expression than before.
"What?" he asked her as she stood up to sit on a rusty pipe behind her.
"Are you going to tell us your name?" she asked, not taking her penetrating glare away from him. She watched him gulp before he answered her question and spoke to both her and Dr. Gordon.
"Adam."
