A/N: Yay another new story! I have recently been addicted too horror movies for the past couple of weeks and was inspired by my three all time favorites, Hellraiser, A Nightmare on Elm Street, and Saw, so I decided to make this! I really hope I portray this story up to your guys standards and make it enjoyable to read.

Also I wasn't quite sure in what category I should put this because there are three stories and not two, so I just decided to put in in this one...I hope thats ok!

Be warned that this story will include charactors from Hellraiser, Saw, and maybe some Friday the 13th action thrown in here as well with characters from A Nightmare on Elm Street.

Hope you guys enjoy!

Chapter 1

John Kramer sat alone, strapped to a machine.

His sickness was growing worse as the days passed, and he knew that his days were numbered. His once lively imagination was becoming hazy, the reality wiped clean from his brain. The only thing he felt his need to live for were his games.

Ah the twisted games. The people of this world never ceased to right their wrongs or quit their sins. Therefore, John felt it as his job to teach those the true meaning of horror. The true meaning of life itself.

They hardly ever learned. Only one had ever succeeded to pull away the blindness from their eyes to see what the world was really about. That person was his only companion.

Amanda. Stubborn and ruthless Amanda with such hatred towards the world that she failed to see the good in it. He had once believed that he had taught her. Saved her. But now he knew that he was wrong to think so.

Amanda had only partly pulled away from her inner self. The part that did escape only showed her the evilness in the human race. Never the hope, or forgiveness, only evil. Her games were unbeatable, and there was nothing John could do, but watch her fail.

It was a sorry sight to watch, and John knew that he would miss Amanda when the time came, but he could not ignore the evil darkness that clouded around the young woman.

John listened to the sound of the heart monitor, the sound lulling his eyes closed.

"NO!" He shouted inside his head. He must not sleep! He'd kept himself awake for years, which was proven to be inhumanly possible, but John had done it. Now he would refuse to give himself away. Not now. Not when so much was at stake.

"John," the soft voice called, snapping him awake.

Amanda sat by his bed, her face expressionless. The only feeling she ever held were in her big brown eyes that sometimes reflected signs of worry and companionship.

"Detective Kerry has failed," Amanda stated, satisfaction burning in her eyes now. John inwardly shook his head. He knew that Kerry was strong, and would've had a chance if the game were beatable.

"What's our next move," she asked. She sounded excited now. Probably ready to shed more blood.

No. Not this time. Not as long as he was alive would he let Amanda ruin the games. Perhaps he had enough strength for one last game. One that would fix the mistake he made with Amanda.

His eyes left the young woman's, and wandered to the small, framed picture on the bedside table, deep in thought.

Jill. Beautiful, loving Jill. They had been so young, and here she was now, smiling through the picture, blonde hair flowing and blue eyes sparkling. She held the newborn in her arms, clutching the baby girl as if it were life itself. He remembered the day they had lost their first, and he knew Jill would do anything for their second.

But a shallow emptiness remained in his heart. He didn't even know his daughters name.

"But that is about to change," he thought to himself.

"Yes." He knew what he had to do. The demented gears in his infected brain began turning and twisting, building speed with every memory he had of his past life. She would be the key. His key. And he knew just the person to bring her to him.

"Amanda!" John shouted. Amanda took his cold hand, startled he had yelled at her in his haste.

"I'm right here," she told him, a fierce companionship that so rarely was shown in those pools of liquid brown. John, however, paid no attention.

"There is much to do Amanda, for this game will decide the fate of many. Are you ready for your first task?" Jigsaw asked her. Amanda nodded vigorously.

"Excellent. The first thing I want you to do is find out everything you can about Jill Tuck. Where she's living, job, city, country, spouse...child, anything you can find I want to know immediately," Jigsaw ordered.

"I'll get right to it," Amanda said, releasing the old man's hand and walking out of the room.

"Oh, and Amanda," he called after her. Her head appeared in the doorway.

"Yes?"

"Bring me the file of Frederick Krueger."

Amanda's eyes widened, a series of unknown terrors invading her thoughts. John only smirked at her reaction.

"Oh don't fret Amanda, thats not even the worst thing I have planned for you to do. Now I'll suggest you get started," John said.

Amanda sped out of the room before John ordered her to do anything else. Jigsaw smirked and watched her leave before reaching for the picture. He caressed it gently, staring into his daughter's eyes.

"Don't worry sweetheart. Daddy's coming for you."


Somewhere in Springwood Ohio...

A loud thump made my eyes shoot wide open. I quickly sat up in bed, snapping my head around the pitch blackness of my room.

"What the hell!" I whispered through my teeth. I looked over at my alarm clock. It read 3:30.

"Matt, I swear to god if that's you I'll drown you in your own bathtub!" I hissed angrily.

Ugh! The story of my life! Being the oldest of three, I had to deal with the pranks of my pain in the ass twelve-year-old brother, and the constant whining of my bratty ten-year-old sister.

Both Mom and Daniel had their hands full at the bank, but they still made time for the three of us to try and be a family. I try. I really do, but Matt and Felicity are way too out of control to understand. That, or maybe it's the fact that I knew Daniel wasn't my real father.

Oddly enough I never knew my true dad.

Myself, being seventeen, hardly had time to myself anyways, baby sitting the wild and reckless and all, plus all the exams and midterms to study for. It was a miracle I made straight A's.

Usually I was able to put up with the countless pranks of my younger siblings, but this time they had gone too far. No way was I gonna let them get away with it this early in the morning.

"Don't you dare even think about scaring me you little brat," I growled.

With no answer from Matt I tried again.

"Same goes for you too Felicity!" I said, louder this time. I waited for the sound of a small giggle or laugh, but everything was silent. I shook my head. I guess I just imagined it. After a couple of minutes I moved to lay back down.

My head hadn't even touched the pillow when I heard the sound again! I shot back up in bed, ready to wring a neck, but was interrupted by a low, eerie chuckle.

I could feel my heart race through my chest as I rose from the bed, the soft sheets sliding down my legs. I grabbed a jacket from the foot of my bed and slipped it over my tank top.

Quietly as I could I opened my bedroom door a crack, and was petrified at the sight.

Instead of the long carpeted hallway of our house, there was a street and sidewalk, leading up to an ancient old house.

What startled me most, was that there were children playing there. Small children. Two boys were playing catch with a basketball, and three girls and one boy were playing jump rope. They all stopped abruptly when they saw me watching them. But they slowly began playing again, and began to sing.

One two Freddy's coming for you.

Ok I was seriously freaking out now!

Three four better lock your door.

I slowly stepped out of my room, barefoot, to investigate, when my door slammed shut behind me! I spun around and jerked it open, only revealing what looked like the living room to the old house.

Five six grab your crucifix.

This was absolutely not my room.

Like an idiot, I stepped inside the living room, not even bothering to turn around, when suddenly, I heard laughter!

Seven eight better stay up late.

I whirled around finding that my door had disappeared all together, leaving...a little girl in its place?!

The fuck?!

She was small, and looked about maybe five, wearing a fluffy blue dress, her hair done up in red ribbons. She looked innocent enough until she opened her mouth and finished the rhyme.

Nine ten never sleep again.

My hands were shaking from fear, as I watched the little girl in horror. She only giggled.

"Hi!" She said, a huge smile in her face. Pulling myself together, I knelt down to the little girl's level.

"Hello," I said, a little unsure. She only waved her dainty little fingers at me.

"My names Katherine! You wanna play with me?" She asked, cuteness dripping from her voice. I felt my heart melt, my fear slipping away.

"If only Felicity was this cute," I gushed inside my head.

"Well it's very nice to meet you Katherine, my name's Piper," I said, a gentle smile plastered on my face. Katherine only giggled again.

"Oh I know! And so does Freddy! You wanna play house with us? You can be the mommy! Come on follow me!" The little girl cried gleefully.

"Alright, sure I guess," I shrugged, and began to trot after the little girl.

Wait hold up. What did she just say?! I stopped dead in my tracks. There was that name again. Freddy. I had a real bad feeling about this place.

"Come on Piper! Keep up!" Katherine called over her shoulder. She began running down some stairs.

"Wait! Come back! Don't go down there!" I cried.

"Hurry!" Her little voice called, echoing through the ancient house. So she didn't listen. Scratch what I said before. She reminded me a lot of Felicity.

Taking a deep breath I tore after her, leaping down the short flight of stairs skipping every step. Ok, that was a bad idea. I landed painfully on my side, groaning.

Then I heard that laugh again. That dark, creepy chuckle sent me scrambling to my feet, brushing the dirt from my pajama shorts.

Wait. Dirt?! I lifted my head to see that I had followed the little girl into some kind of boiler room. Pipes decorated the walls, steam basting from them. Hot steam.

How the hell was I going to find a little girl in this place?! I shook my head and slowly started forward. The steam was so thick I could barely see five feet ahead of me.

Ok maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Could I just leave her here? I couldn't! But maybe I had to.

I began backing towards the stairs, before I heard the yell.

"Piper! Piper help me! Help me!" Katherine shrieked from somewhere in the boiler room.

I began sprinting down pathways. I made a few lefts, maybe a couple of rights, but I was losing track. Fast.

"It's like a freaking maze down here!" I growled inside my head.

"Katherine!" I shouted. No answer. My eyes widened.

Crap crap crap crap crap crap crap crap crap crap crap crap crap crap crap crap crap crap crap crap crap crap crap CRAP CRAP CRAP!

Oh my gods I've lost her! SHIT!

Completely breathless, I stopped running and sank to the floor, trying to breath. I buried my face in between my knees, trying not to breath in so much steam. I ended up having a coughing spasm anyways.

Thats when the screeching started. The hair-raising sound made me clench my teeth. I jumped to my feet, looking for the source of the sound, when my eyes landed on a tall, dark figure emerging from the steam, chuckling. Looking closely, I could make out two, black, glittery eyes and a brown fedora.

My eyes were glued to that person as I slowly rose to my feet. I could see its arm reach out towards the pipes, but it had, what looked like, freakishly long fingernails. I couldn't quite tell what they were, but I could make out the figure brushing them against the pipe making that awful noise.

My hands went to my ears, but I never dared look away.

Every instinct within me was telling me to GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE! For the first time in my life, I turned to running to fix my problems.

I flew down those halls, my hair streaming out behind me, adrenaline pumping. The chuckle turned into laughter as I ran, probably at how pathetic I looked. I never was the best runner.

After a while, I turned my head to see if the person was following me, but the figure was gone. Letting out a shaky breath I ran a hand through my hair.

"You lost, bitch?" a raspy voice sneered from behind me. I jumped clear out of my skin, whirling around.

Up close, I could tell the figure was in fact a man. He was wearing a dirty red and green christmas sweater, and brown pants. What freaked me out was this guys face. It was severely burned, leaving red marks strewn across it.

The absolute worst thing was that the fingernails, were actually not fingernails at all. He was carrying four razor blades on his right hand, already dripping with blood. Boy, have I have I ever been so wrong!

Seeing my nervousness towards him, the man sent a sickening smile my way, showing a row of pointed teeth. My blood turned as cold as the snow on our driveway while I backed away, completely terrified.

"Ummm...n-no I was uh...just umm...just leaving," I stammered quickly.

"Awe your not leaving already," a little voice piped up. I craned my neck to see little Katherine standing by the burned man's leg, her hazel eyes pleading me to stay.

"Yeah, come on Piper. We could have so much fun together," the man snickered, advancing on my trembling form, rubbing his claws together. I shook my head no vigorously.

I had backed away too much now, feeling the heat of the pipes on my back, closing off any escape from behind me.

"No? Well too bad, bitch!" He snarled, lunging forwards.

I screamed, leaping backwards as my only reflex.

I could feel the searing hot pipe against my skin, making me scream louder. My eyes squeezed shut, stopping the tears from falling.

Suddenly, the pain stopped abruptly.

I opened my eyes to find myself back in my bed, shaking, and covered in sweat.

Yay! First chapter done!

I hope I didn't move things too quickly by making her meet Freddy in the first chapter, but I promise that this is only an intro, meaning there's ALOT more comingXD.

Also, I know this chapter was pretty long, this being an intro, but if I decide to continue I know that most chapters won't be this long.

Please don't be afraid to review or PM me to share your thoughts or concerns! It would really boost my spirits! Thanks again!