Saw

I.

"Is she going to be alright doctor?" Forensic Hoffman asked. Some people actually referred to him as "Detective Hoffman" instead since he also investigated in the Jigsaw Killings. But now, the only case he was dealing with was in a hospital. A young teenager is lying in a hospital bed in the same room that he and the doctor are in. She's unconscious.

"Detective, she lost a lot of amount of blood. She cut her wrists deeper than she should have. But yes, she'll live." The doctor told him about the girl. This girl and Hoffman had a somewhat close relationship. Her name was Angie.

"When can I take her home?" Hoffman asked.

"In about a week. I'll call you." The doctor answered.

"Are you sure I can't take her home tomorrow when she wakes up?" asked Hoffman, hoping to hear that he can take Angie home tomorrow once she awakes.

"Look, I know you're deeply concerned about her but we must keep her for a little while just to keep an eye on her. I need to make sure she's alright." The doctor replied.

"Of course I'm concerned about her. She's my daughter and as her father-

"You look tired. Have you been working overtime at the station? You should get some rest." The doctor cut the Forensic/"detective" off.

"Not yet. I need to be with her. Just until she wakes up." Hoffman said, shifting his glaze from the doctor in front of him to his daughter Angie.

"Very well then," The doctor pulls out a chair. "You might need this. I can't tell for sure how long she's going to be out so there you go. If anything happens, just look for me or have someone get me."

Hoffman sat down in the chair as soon as the doctor left the room. He seemed to sit still in the plastic chair as he looked down at his daughter. She had slit her wrist too deep which came to the point that she started losing blood and she eventually fainted.

He had found her lying on her carpeted bedroom floor, a very small pool of blood near her where her wrists were. He saw the fresh slashes and there were about ten of them on each wrist. He ran to her aid and he saw how she looked pale on her face. He stood up and quickly called for an ambulance.

He never knew that it would come down to this. Never did it think about his daughter doing something like this to herself. She was so happy and a joy to be around most of the time but no one could see right through her. Not even Hoffman could. This incident tore him apart from the inside and outside.

ONE WEEK LATER…

I didn't remember much after blacking out recently. All I could remember was how I left the hospital and my father Forensic Hoffman came to drive me home right before he had to get back to the police station. He was still in his work outfit with a black jacket worn on top of his clothes. His short hair was combed back nicely. He had been the one who was there when I woke up in the hospital bed.

But now, he's not here and I have no idea of where I am. The lights just came on and when it first occurred, the light blinded my eyes. The room wasn't that big, the floor was wooden, paint on the walls was chipped off, the wallpaper started to peel off, and there was a strong smell of must.

I was a little scared. My heart was racing inside my chest. Where was I? I started to really freak out when I noticed a tape player placed on a cardboard box nearby.

'I'm a victim of the Jigsaw Killer!' I thought with a panic.

Before I even decided to go near the tape player, I thought it was creepy how just last week while in the hospital, I heard about the Jigsaw Killer being dead and so was his apprentice Amanda Young. My father had been investigating this and Lt. Rigg had gone missing and they Detective Allison Kerry's dead corpse in a ribcage trap. Then, I heard about my father had gone missing and was in one of Jigsaw's traps.

When he had gotten out and he was with me, he told me, "Jigsaw must have someone else working for him." And every time he said that, he had this strange look in his eyes that made me wonder.

Soon, I walked over to the tape player and picked it up. What was on that tape? What was going to happen?

I pushed PLAY on the tape and a male voice spoke on the tape.

"Hello Angie, I want to play a game. You may be familiar with this since your father tells you the stories about the Jigsaw Killings whenever he gets home. Just because I'm dead, it doesn't mean that my work won't still carry on. And for you-well, there is a way out but you will just have to look around carefully. From there, you'll have two hours to find a way out before the gas creeping into your nervous system begins to break down your body tissue and you begin to bleed from every orifice you have. If you succeed in discovering a syringe filled with the antidote, you'll pass your test or you know what happens. Just remember this; you're going to meet up with a man that you've trusted your whole life and now you must not trust him or let him help you. He's supposed to be a protector because of his profession but he's not. You'll get clues along the way to help you out. Let the game begin."

"Oh my god…" I dropped the tape player without shutting it off. I right about being a victim of the Jigsaw Killer. Right then I truly believed that he must have someone working for him. And who was he talking about on the tape?

What I did know was that he was correct when said that my father told me stories about the Jigsaw case whenever he got home from work. Jigsaw was his first topic he'd talk about. Now, the first topic may be about me since I've gone missing now. I could picture him out there trying to find me. I had been lucky for about three years and I felt safe because my father worked with the police and was kind of one. It was 2004 then; now it's 2007.

"Where's the exit Jigsaw talked about? The door is closed shut. What am I supposed to do now?" I said to myself.

There seemed to be no where to go.

To be continued…