disclaimer Don't own Saw... if I did... I'd be seeking medical help. And I don't wish any of my idols ill-will, I had a dream about this after watching the first 3 movies of Saw.

Chapter 1

I woke up with the taste of metal and blood in my mouth. I lifted my heavy eyelids and saw that I was in a white room with bright lighting. I tried to blink away the stinging in my eyes, but that proved futile. I tried to lift my hand to my eyes, but they were strapped to a chair. My eyes widened and I looked around frantically... there were screens, five to be exact. I focused my eyes and gasped when I saw what each one had on them... one of my idols. Amy Lee... Matt Smith... Kiowa Gordon... David Tennant... and the last one... me. I had on a metal contraption and realized what it was... just then a sixth screen turned on and that puppet came on, Jigsaw. It did that creepy laugh and it sent chills down my spine. What ever was doing this had the power to find me, and my idols... trapping us in this sick, real-life, version of Saw.

"Hello, Alaina, you don't know me, but I know you..." he started, "You have surrounded yourself with false idols and claimed to have stopped cutting. I know for a fact that is a lie. You haven't stopped... and now, your idols are all here... watching you. They get to watch you struggle to live. They can hear and see everything that is happening to you and each other, as can you. If you haven't realized it yet, you are wearing the device refered to a the Reverse Bear trap. For those of you who don't know, let's see how it works, shall we?" He showed how it worked and several of my idols' faces twisted into one of horror, I tightened my grip on the arms of the chair, "There is a timer that is set for two minutes, once the wire is tripped, and will go off. The key is in the jar of acid hanging from the ceiling." I looked to my right and saw the jar, "If you survive, you will have a chance to save your idols. Only 17 and already given a choice... live and save your idols, die and so do they. Live or die... make your choice!"

The screen went black and my idols were starting to scream at me through the TV stations as the Jigsaw impersonator went a step sicker and had the Saw theme song blasting from surround sound. They kept screaming at me and my eyes started tearing up. This sick fuck has stalked me, trapped me, and is using my idols against me.

"Don't do it!" screamed Amy.

"Don't," yelled Matt.

"Find another way!" bellowed Kiowa.

"You can do this!" encouraged David. "You're not meant to die this way!"

I followed what Kiowa and David said and struggled to free my right leg. The duck tape was scraping against my ankle, but I ignored it and continued to struggle.

"What is she doing?" asked Matt.

"She's beating this sick fuck at his own game," smirked Kiowa.

"Try pulling your foot up," Amy put in.

I did as Amy suggested and it helped. I continued to work my foot around to free myself, and it finally worked. I freed my foot and used it to get my other free, I worked it out in half of the time. I relaxed for a moment and they were watching me, intently.

"What do you plan on doing, now?" asked Amy.

I struggled to get my hands free and did, almost, the same thing as I did with my foot.

"I think she's freeing herself so she can get the key." said David.

I looked up at him and nodded.

"Looks like you were right..." said Matt.

I got myself free of the left side and used my free hand to help free the other. Once free, I didn't stand up... I broke off the right arm of the chair and threw it at the acid. It just swung back and forth on the chains, spilling a little acid over the edges. I could feel the bass from the surround sound, playing the Saw theme song, in my chest.

"What is that music?" asked David.

"It's playing in here, too," responded Matt.

"Same, here," said Amy.

"It's the Saw theme song," said Kiowa, "and it's playing in all of our rooms. This guy is obviously getting off on this sick impersonation of Saw."

"Now, what is she doing?" asked Amy.

I scooted as close to the edge as I could, the wire hadn't gone off yet. I lifted up my right leg as I tilted to the left and pushed up on the bottom of the glass beaker containing the acid. I could barely reach, but managed to tip some of the acid out of the jar and onto the floor.

"Smart girl," commented David.

"She's lowering the amount of acid in the jar," informed Kiowa.

I rest my leg for a moment, then pushed myself up with my hands a little more. I silently thanked my parents for putting me in ballet, when they did. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to stretch like this... I managed to dump the acid on the floor tile and moved back into my sitting position. I got up from my chair and the timer started... I hurried up and grabbed the chair. I threw it down in the acid and jumped on top of it, that way I didn't burn my feet. I got the key out of the jar, the acid left on it burning my finger tips and my fingers as it ran down. I found the lock and unlocked it. I pulled the metal off my head, out of my mouth, dropped it, and jumped away and out of the pool of acid. I landed on my hip and took in deep shuddering breaths as I tried to calm my heart. Tears started to form and I cried out as the acid burned away my finger tips. I stood up and a door opened up. I watched as the Jigsaw puppet came out, on a tri-cycle. It stopped and started laughing at me in that creepy laugh.

"Shut the fuck up!" I growled and threw the doll in the pool of acid, effectively shutting it up.

I noticed a letter on the front of the tri-cycle. I tenitavely grabbed the envolope and opened it up, my finger tips protesting as they continued to burn. I opened the letter and read it.

Congradulations, Alaina, you have succeded in the first challenge. Through that door in front of you is a hallway, procced through the house and the doors that aren't boarded up contain your idols. Choose who lives and who dies, wisely.

Author's Note: To be continued...