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Here's my latest addition to my Saw fanfic collection...It happens just as Adam dies. I thought I'd move away from the Adam/Lawrence slash for a change.
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Flash
He had come to appreciate much in the time he had been here. There's not much else to do than come to terms with the fact that that you've squandered your days, and there was no hope for redemption. He would give everything if he could just see the sun once more, to feel the warm summer breeze caress his skin. Anything.
This can't be it.
He now knew what it was like to be blind, to be trapped, to be so hungry that you felt hollow. He was to the point that had he not broken his hacksaw, he would have used it. He would have fought just as Lawrence had done. He wouldn't die a coward; he wouldn't just lie down and let that son of a fuck win.
But his hacksaw was useless, and Lawrence's was impossible to reach. He had tried to reach the key in the drain, but it was hopelessly lost, leaving him hopelessly trapped.
He had shed more tears than he cared to remember. He had screamed until he could barely say a word. He was weak and his right arm and upper torso were paralyzed. If starvation didn't kill him, the infection would.
How much longer did he have? How much time had passed in the dark? The glowing X in the far left corner mocked him, much in the same way that the unceasing tick of the clock did.
The image of Lawrence's face, pale with shock, remained seared in his mind. His only friend in the world, and now he was gone. Adam tried not to think about what could have happened to him. He had made a promise; he had assured him that they would both be all right.
He wanted to believe it. That hope had gotten him this far. But his hope was fading, his fate becoming clearer and clearer. There were only two ways out of this disgusting room, and the way he wanted simply couldn't be done.
Someone would have come by now. It's been way too long. Either Lawrence was a liar, making him pay for having spied on him or… or he was still out there, somewhere between his hell and his freedom. And if that was the case, he was gone for sure.
Adam sank onto the floor and began to sob as he contemplated that thought. Why couldn't he be delirious? Why couldn't he just go insane? Why did everything have to be so painfully clear? He leaned his back against the pipe and hung his head. This really is it, he thought. This is where I'm going to die.
A light flashed before his eyes. He jolted his head up quickly at the thought of the door opening, which left him slightly dizzy. It took him several moments to realize that not only was the door still firmly shut, but his eyes had been closed when the light had appeared. His breathing had slowed; the tick of the clock seemed to come in longer intervals.
For a moment, he felt no pain in his body; he felt no despair. He didn't seem to need to breathe, and his pulse had ceased. Alive and dead, all at once. Part of him knew his head was down and his and his senses were slipping. And part of him was awake. He had been so cold, his fingers and feet were numb, but there was only a warm, comforting feeling that cocooned him now. He stood up, somehow knowing where everything in the room was placed despite the pitch black. He slowly moved beyond the limit of the chain and bent down to feel his leg where the chain had once been.
Nothing.
He smiled as he walked to the door, his feet not making a sound as they hit the tile floor.
The chain could no longer hold him; the door could no longer imprison him. A fuzzy, static feeling passed through him as he traversed the thick wooden door and into the freedom he so desperately sought.