(5 years earlier)
Marco was sitting in the park. He watched the kids play ball in the field. He remembered when he was there age. So young, no knowledge of the entire world around them. He looked at there parents playing with the children. So thoughtless, they were all probably scumbags. Marco wished they would all die. That all of this could go away and our world would be the same without war and crime in the streets. He continued to read his newspaper. All of a sudden a piece of paper lonely in the wind floated toward. It landed on his lap. Marco picked it up and looked at it. It showed a picture of a woman in a hospital ambulance with a cast around her arm. The words above it read 'New bodies found relating to the Jigsaw murders.' Interesting, Marco thought.
Ben was running away from the house. He smiled at the pictures he had on his camera. These are going to get me rich, he thought to himself. Ben smiled thinking about her undressing in the moonlight. The woman burst out of the house with a knife in her hand, rage filling through her. "Get back here you son of a bitch!" She yelled. Ben got into his car he parked and started the engine. He drove away from the house. He passed her looking at him. Ben smiled at her anger and rage. It made him enjoy what he did even more.
Neil was watching television in his living room house. He was watching a basketball game. He enjoyed watching the players go and rush for the ball, each of them trying to get it. In reality none of the game would really amount to anything, but somehow he found it entertaining. Neil's wife Cindy was in the kitchen making a soup. The phone rang. Cindy went toward the phone. Neil and Cindy had been married for 30 years. Neil heard the phone drop behind him. Cindy was crying on the ground. Neil turned off the television and went toward her. "What's wrong baby?" Neil asked. She sobbed, the tears poring down her skin. "Its Billy. They found him dead in a J…. Jigsaw trap." Cindy said. She fell on Neil's lap sobbing. Neil's arms started to shake. He hugged Cindy as he started to cry. They were together in this world now, alone, with nothing but each other.
Ethan Zobelle was inside the FBI station smoking a cigarette at his brown desk. His ex-wife had always told him to quit, but he didn't listen. Ethan never cared about her in his life. When she had found out he was sleeping with a girl named Brit, who built condos she field for a divorce. He didn't care about the little shit at all. They divorced 4 months ago. He was glad to have her out of his life now. Ethan's black phone rang. He had a guns and roses sticker on it. Ethan picked it up. "What is it Erikson. Yes, ill be right there."
Jessica was sitting in a movie theater. She was alone. To her she liked being one little dust particle out of billions. Her mother had died when she was six. Now she lived with her father. Jessica had no feelings for anyone in her life anymore. Jessica took a sip of her soda. She suddenly kicked her popcorn on the ground. A group of girls came in and sat behind her. "Hey Jessica, need a little help?" One of them said. The girl took the drink she had and poured it on her. The other girls laughed. Jessica felt no anger inside of her, only loneliness. The manager came up to all of them. "Ladies, I am going to have to ask you to leave." He said. The other girls laughed as they went away. "Are you ok?" The manager said. Jessica nodded as the movie started. All of a sudden it felt like everything in the world went quiet, as the lights turned off above her.
Kurt read the newspaper in front of him. While he was reading Kurt looked at the kids in front of him. He thought about how great there bodies were. The detectives Tapp and Sing had arrested him a year ago. He got let out though. Kurt's life had many turns. His father abused him when he was young, and Kurt learned to take it and be strong. Kurt saw an article on the Jigsaw killer. It said he had murdered a child of a 58-year-old FBI agent. If only I could have had some of that fun, Kurt thought. He laughed to himself.
Wally was driving in his car. The traffic was really bad in the part of New York City where Wally was. "Oh hurry up!" Wally yelled. He honked the horn. Wally looked at all of the cars. He thought of them all as people who god created to serve a purpose. Wally knew what his purpose in life was. He had murdered an innocent man. Wally didn't know what made him do it that night. His fists tightened up on the wheel of the car. Wally looked and saw a man walking in an alley. He looked like a lonely soul lost. The man turned around and looked at Wally. He had no Jaw. Wally quickly turned away at the pour soul.
