AN: This is my Saw Fanfic '7 Years Later'. The story will focus on the survivors of Jigsaw's past games as a new game rises. Fisk (Pretty much the only cop still alive at the end of Saw 3D) is the main character. Please R&R.
"GAME OVER!"
Dr. Lawrence Gordon closed the door to the bathroom. The one that had held so many memories for him. But now he was not the victim. Now he was the one in charge.
"NOOOOOO!I'LL KILL YOU, YOU BASTARD F*CK!"Hoffman screamed from behind the door. Hoffman was a murderer, a complete psychopath. Impossible to sympathize with, and certainly endowed with a great will to live. He'd do anything to survive, Gordon thought. He could easily get out if he wanted to. I have no choice... I can't let him hurt anyone else, Gordon reasoned.
Dr. Gordon turned back around. He pulled out his silver revolver, the same one he had shot Adam with. Adam. Poor man. I said I'd come back. I did. But it was too late. He was already dead.
THE BATHROOM, A YEAR AGO:
Gordon opened up the door. He limped in with his freshly replaced foot. The whole bathroom stank of death and grime. He looked around the bathroom that he had been trapped in, not even a week before. Blood stained the floor. He looked over to see his friend. Gordon recoiled at the sight of his friend's dead body. "ADAM!" he screamed. He ran over to the body, which lay still. Gordon put his hand to his friend's throat. "No pulse..." He grabbed Adam's hand. It was cold and covered in dried blood.
After a quick examination, he determined that he had died of suffocation. He had been murdered. And judging by the rotting of the body, he had been dead for less than 12 hours.
"NO! This wasn't supposed to happen... I failed you, Adam. You didn't deserve this. I..."
Gordon began crying. Even though he had only known Adam for a short while, he had become his best friend in a short while. This was like losing someone from his own family.
And in the space of five days, Jigsaw had recruited him to help him. He had agreed, because Jigsaw had told him he would be able to see Adam again... but it was too late.
Gordon pulled a key from his pocket. He placed the key in Adam's hand. "Take it for me. I hope it'll help you where you're going."
Gordon stayed for a long while, grieving over his friend's death. Eventually, he stood up, grabbed the gun he had used to shoot Adam, and then he left.
He turned around one last time. "Goodbye Adam."
PRESENT TIME:
Gordon laughed. What would Adam think now? He'd probably be mad at him becoming one of Jigsaw's assistants. And I call Hoffman a killer. What am I?
Gordon opened the door to the bathroom. Hoffman stared at him. The expression on his face was one of pure hatred, that of a rabid dog. The scar along his face gave him the look of a grotesque monster. Hoffman screamed at him, "LET ME OUT OF HERE! HELP ME!"
Gordon pulled out his gun. Hoffman stopped screaming and looked at the barrel of the gun. The cold steel was pointed straight at his forehead. "What are you doing?"
"Giving you the same chance you gave everyone else."Gordon tensed his finger around the trigger. Well, I'm certainly a killer now... With a sigh, Gordon pulled the trigger. A single shot rang out through the night.