So this is my fan-fiction that incorporates some of the characters and plot from Saw and possibly Saw II. It does focus on characters from the movies but the protagonist is my OC. Hope you enjoy it.
Night had fallen in the quiet abandoned neighborhood; all that occupied the area were rundown houses and unused warehouse buildings about to fall apart. There was no one around except for one boy, a chubby teen with buzzed brown hair and analytical hazel eyes. He wore a hoodie and sweatpants, a black fedora with white stripes on his head. Under the intelligence and observance in his expression there was shyness and a deep pain, like something had happened to damage him. Matthew Harris was alone in this dangerous place, but he didn't seem to mind being alone.
"Probably should have worn a watch," he whispered to himself. There was a certain time that he was waiting for; he had come out to this abandoned neighborhood for a reason.
As he passed an old supply warehouse, a large multi-story building with broken windows and wood looking ready to crumble, he heard the faint sound of a gunshot. It had come from inside the supply warehouse; no one was supposed to be in that building. He'd been smart enough to bring a cell phone with him in the right pocket of his hoodie; he took cover behind a trash can and pulled it out. There were three cars as far as he could see, that meant either two people ganged up on one and shot him, one person shot another and the other was still in danger, or two people were fighting to find one person and someone lost.
"This is 911, what is your emergency?" asked a mellow voiced young woman on the other end; Matthew didn't understand how people who have to listen helplessly to others' emergencies could be so calm.
"I just heard a gunshot inside a nearby building, I don't know who's in there or if they're alive," Matthew explained hurriedly. "There's at least three people in there, the building is at 843 Glossview Road."
"Understood, we're sending officers to your location now," the woman replied. "Please stay where you are, the officers will be there in five to ten minutes."
"But there's still people in there, they might need my help," Matthew argued. "Shouldn't I try and help them?"
"Please do not enter the building, stay where you are," the woman instructed. "The officers will be there as soon as possible, do not enter the building." Matthew hung up and pondered his options, it seemed like it would be a simple choice but it wasn't when he thought about the possibility of a wounded person bleeding out.
Don't go in there, you idiot, nagged the pessimistic voice in his head. You heard what she said; the officers will be here soon. What would the point be of getting yourself shot?
"To hell with it," he said, dismissing the 911 woman and his own head. He slowly got out from behind the trash can and crept toward the warehouse building despite all the warnings that kept flashing in the back of his brain. By the time he reached the door he was having serious second thoughts about how smart his choice was, but he opened the door anyway and stepped inside.
It was very dark in the warehouse, he could make out basic things like the floor and the walls but that was mostly it. To his left he saw stone stairs leading down into a basement level, down a long hallway he could see something on the floor but it was too far away to make out what. Judging this was where the gunshot came from he ignored the stairs momentarily and proceeded forward.
"This is stupid, this is stupid," he repeated the three words over and over but it didn't halt him, it was like he was doing it because it was stupid.
As he drew closer to the thing on the floor it began to look suspiciously like a body, he held his breath and prayed that there weren't more. Finally he reached it, his eyes widened with the realization that it was in fact the body of a man. The man was dark skinned, a thin scar across his neck and a bleeding bullet hole in his stomach. Matthew crouched down and checked for a pulse, swearing when he found nothing of the sort.
"What the hell happened to you?" he inquired softly, getting back up. There was nothing else that he could see along the hallway, it seemed to abruptly stop. Whoever had fired the gun had to be downstairs, maybe they'd heard Matthew enter and they were trying to hide. Whatever the case there was still the matter of the third person that he had no information about. With little time left he ran back to where the stairs were and descended, having no idea if he was walking into a rescue mission or a trap.
Downstairs was another long hallway, but this one seemed to have multiple doors along it that led to other areas. He had no clue which path was the right one to take, so he stayed on the straight path while glancing in any doors that had been left open. It looked like there was a large wooden door at the end of the hallway; it was supposed to slide open and luckily for him it locked from the outside. Water dripped from pipes on the ceiling, the repetitive drip irritated him. Other than that it was much too quiet, he couldn't even hear footsteps of the other people lurking around somewhere. For a moment he considered calling out to see if anyone could hear him, but he was afraid of who exactly would answer him.
By the time he made it to the door he had unknowingly slowed his movement to shuffling, he had covered his mouth to keep from audibly breathing and he could hear the quickening beating of his heart. It was hard to keep him from shaking, all the movies he'd seen and the worst stories he'd read gave him multiple scenarios too frightening to think about. His fingers touched the door and crawled slowly toward the handle, as he wrapped his hand around it he heard the sound of movement inside. Before he could second guess himself he wrenched the door open and stared at what lay inside.
The first thing he noticed was that blood was everywhere; a thick blood trail ran from just inside the door past his feet and back down the hallway. In the center of the room was a pool of blood and what looked like some skin that had been ripped off, next to the trail of blood was a foot and a box with a cigarette inside that looked like it had been dipped in blood. A bloody hacksaw caught his attention, he realized someone had cut off their own foot and had to swallow to keep himself from vomiting. Broken glass and tiles were everywhere; he could see a camera had been mounted so everything could be recorded. On the far side of the room was a bathtub and a garbage bag, multiple photos were scattered across the floor. It was what was in the far corner that caught his eye; two bodies lay next to a dirty toilet, a pistol, and two tape recorders. One was definitely dead, more blood dripped from his body and it looked like his head had been beaten in with something. The other looked to be alive; he'd been shot in the shoulder and yet left alive. The dead man seemed like he was in his early forties, with a face that was weasel like, and the wounded man was in his mid-twenties, short brown hair and a face that looked like he didn't give a damn.
"Hey, are you okay?" Matthew asked quietly, the man's eyes snapped toward him and he instantly became frantic.
"Help me!" he screamed, crawling toward Matthew until his foot got caught on a chain. "Don't leave me in here, get me out of here!"
"It's okay, I called the police," Matthew assured. "They'll be here soon, you're going to be okay, I promise."
"He promised too, Lawrence," the man replied. "You have to find Lawrence; he's going to kill Lawrence!" Matthew moved forward toward the man and put his hands up to show he was on the man's side. Something had happened in here, something really bad, and he needed to calm this man down if he wanted to get something out of him.
"The cops will be here any minute; it's all going to be okay," he repeated. "They'll save you and they'll save Lawrence too, he'll be okay. My name's Matthew Harris, what's yours?" The man calmed down slightly looking at Matthew's friendly face, he seemed like he at least trusted Matthew slightly.
"Adam, Adam Radford," he answered. "Don't let him get me, he wants me to die." Matthew got down on his knees in front of Adam, confused.
"Who wants you to die?" he questioned. Suddenly, Adam's eyes widened and he pointed behind Matthew.
"Behind you!" he yelled with fear. Matthew got to his feet and turned around, spotting another man at the door. He was bald and looked to be very sick, he wore nothing but a T-shirt and boxer shorts and Matthew could see blood on his head.
"Now now, the game isn't fun when there's an unwanted extra player," the bald man croaked, his voice was hoarse and raspy. "Adam has lost the game and he will remain here, you will not break the rules." Matthew tried to recall who this man was, he'd heard something in the news about a Jigsaw killer who liked to play games with people and they usually ended up dead.
"You're that killer that everyone on the news is talking about," Matthew stated. "I'd only heard about you, I knew the police hadn't caught you and only one person ever got away from you. You want to kill me then go ahead, I'm not leaving." Jigsaw chuckled, slightly impressed by the bravery of this single teenage boy.
"I never kill anyone, I give them the option to live and their success or failure is their choice," he explained. "Adam has failed; he cannot be allowed to live." Behind Matthew, Adam cringed and cowered in the corner with his hands over his face. Matthew was frozen; he had no idea what was going to happen next or what he could do if Jigsaw came right at him. As the tense standoff made both people question their options, they heard the sound of footsteps above them.
"This is the police, is anyone there?" came the question from an officer, Matthew judged that he was just at the top of the stairs.
"You're more intelligent than I would have guessed," Jigsaw admitted. "Today you get to walk away, but my game is just beginning." Matthew didn't dare move as Jigsaw retreated out the door and left them alone once again. Finally he breathed a sigh of relief and returned to Adam, pulling one of his hands away from his face.
"He's gone, we're safe," he told Adam softly. Adam looked around to be sure and then he grabbed Matthew's hoodie, pulling him close.
"Thank you, thank you," he whispered to Matthew. Matthew nodded, grimacing at the bloody handprints that Adam had left on his hoodie.
"Is anyone down here?" asked the officer again, both Matthew and Adam looked out the door and saw him at the end of the hallway. Matthew got up quickly and started frantically waving around.
"Over here, we're over here!" he yelled, the officer heard him and ran toward the wooden door. A light shined in his face as the officer pointed the flashlight at them, Adam felt like crying at the sight of the police.
"Are you both alright?" the officer questioned.
"He's chained to the wall, we need a torch or a locksmith or something," Matthew explained, pointing to the chain around Adam's leg. "I think there's another man around here somewhere, he's bleeding out from losing his foot." The officer nodded and pulled out his radio, addressing whoever was on the other end.
"I found the kid who made the call, you guys need to get down here," the officer stated. "We have one, possibly two other people here in need of immediate medical attention, and maybe a torch." Matthew heard the sound of other officers entering the building and coming down the stairs, he had suspected only one officer but instead four had showed up.
The next few minutes were a blur, one of the officers managed to get an ambulance on the way and two of them ran off to find the Lawrence that Adam had been talking about. The officer who'd found them in the first place kept trying to convince him to go outside and wait for the ambulance to arrive, but he refused to go anywhere until they got the chains off of Adam. After waiting for what seemed like a large amount of time someone finally came in with a torch and he watched as slowly the chain was melted off of Adam's leg. It seemed like a crude way to get it off and there were several moments where it looked like the flame would burn Adam, but the only other option was leaving him there until they could find a way to unlock it. The first thing Adam did after he was freed was embrace Matthew tightly and then the next thing they knew they were both being escorted outside to where the ambulance was waiting. As much as Matthew tried to insist he wasn't allowed to accompany Adam to the hospital and make sure he was okay, instead the first officer put him in the back seat of the a police vehicle and drove him home.
"You know people are going to be talking about you," he told Matthew. "I'm Officer Stevens by the way." Stevens was about in his mid-thirties with curly brown hair and gentle but firm ocean blue eyes. Matthew guessed he'd been an officer long enough that he was experienced but not long enough that the stress of the job had begun to wear on him. He wore the typical hat and badge of an officer, his build was the typical athletic physique built by the training academy, but hanging from the rearview mirror was a picture of two children and a young woman no doubt his wife. One of the children was no older than eight, he had short blonde hair and brown eyes like the wife, and the other was a teenage girl with the same eyes and hair as her father. She looked pretty; slim with just the right amount of makeup to bring attention to her facial features.
"They yours?" asked Matthew. Stevens glanced once at the photo and then looked in the rearview mirror at Matthew.
"Yeah, I love the hell out of them," he responded proudly. It brought a small smile to Matthew's face; he loved seeing the affection that parents could feel for their children.
"How old are they?" Matthew inquired curiously.
"Petey is eight and Sara is sixteen," Stevens answered. "What about you?"
"Fifteen," Matthew plainly stated.
"And yet you're already saving lives," Stevens commented with a chuckle. "In a few minutes we'll be at your house safe and sound." Matthew wanted to believe Stevens, but he kept remembering what Jigsaw had said before fleeing. The game was just beginning, at the moment Matthew felt anything but safe.
Yay, Adam's alive! I know I didn't really get the layout of the building right but it won't be that important to the rest of the story. Next update you'll see more from Matthew, Adam, and Stevens, plus maybe some from Lawrence and Kerry. Let me know what you thought.