I do not own these characters.
Sort of a crossover between Saw and, well, you'll find out.
ENGLAND - 1641
A heavy mist fills the air around a typical English prison. Rats wander around all over the floor. An occasional scream pierces the night air.
Two huge prison guards lead the infamous Jigsaw Killer down a prison hallway and into a large room with a blazing hot fire burning in a corner fireplace. The prison warden is waiting inside, along with a priest.
"Ah, Jigsaw. How nice of you to join us," said the Warden. "We've been...preparing for your arrival."
The guards fasten Jigsaw to a standing rack. The priest begins reciting the Lord's Prayer in Latin. The Warden begins to read the charges off a scroll of paper.
"Jigsaw, you are hereby charged with numerous inhumane crimes against humanity, indirect murder, torture, and mutilation, to name a few. Do you have anything to say before your sentence is carried out?"
"Yes I do, he said with a scowl. "I do not regret even one act I did. Not one. I would gladly do it over again. Your country is full of scoundrels. This world is a miserable mess. I did what I did to purify this world. To cleanse the souls of the men who inhabit it, so that they may live better lives. Kill me if you wish. I assure you, the Jigsaw Legacy will live on! More powerful than ever! My apprentices will continue to rise long after I am gone. As will their apprentices. And, God willing, theirs. One day your scum of a nation will bow before my people and beg for your miserable lives."
The Warden smiled. "Oh, we're not going to kill you, Jigsaw. That would be far too light of a punishment for a piece of scum like you. We're going to make an example of you. You see, we noticed that you-like all cowards-hide your miserable faces behind a mask of cowardness and fear. Well we have decided to keep it that way."
The Warden gives a nod to the guards, who pull a metal object out of the fire. Jigsaw sees what it is, and his eyes widen with horror. It is a mask, a duplicate of the ones Jigsaw uses to hide behind. With one major difference: this one is made of white-hot metal. He begins to whimper, understanding for the first time what his victims went through.
"No...no…" Jigsaw whimpers, struggling against his bonds. The guards move closer.
The Warden ignored his cries for mercy, much like Jigsaw did to his numerous victims.
"This punishment was chosen specifically for you, for it is a fate worse than the ones you dealt. So that no man, woman, nor child may ever see your treacherous face again, you shall wear this mask for the term of your natural life. May God have mercy on your soul."
The searing mask closes around Jigsaw's face. Jigsaw began screaming in agony.
The workers melt the lock shut.