On the first page of our story
The future seemed so bright
Then this thing turned out so evil
I don't know why I'm still surprised

Rihanna featuring Eminem - I Love The Way You Lie (Part 2)

"Well, Adam…Marie," he said, stretching himself over to a pipe and sitting on it, his right leg not moving far due to the chain, "What we need to do, is start thinking about why we're here. Whoever brought us here could have killed us by now, but they didn't.

Adam started pacing in short distances, not far from his spot. Marie started rubbing her arms with her hands, shivering from the cold and fear.

"They must want something from us," he continued, "Question is….what?"

Lawrence started to study his surroundings, his eyes landing on a brand new silver clock which was above some mirrors, across from Maria.

"That clock." Marie and Adam looked at the doctor as he said this, following his gaze at the clock; the time read nine o'clock.

"What about it?" asked Marie.

"It's brand new," answered Dr. Gordon.

"So?" asked Adam.

"So somebody obviously wants us to know the time.." pondered Lawrence.

Marie looked towards him, a part of her glad that something useful had finally been brought up. Her eyes wandered to a large metal part of the wall to Lawrence's side. She stood up eagerly, realising what it was.

"Hey," she said, pointing towards the huge, industrial sized door, "Is that the door next to you, Lawrence?"

Adam and Lawrence followed the direction her hand was pointing in, their faces filling with fresh hope. Lawrence stretched over as far as he could, pushing the door as much as he could. Their hope was short-lived, it seemed, when the door wouldn't budge.

Adam began to fumble through his pockets, searching for any hints or clues as to how they were to escape. His fingers caught onto a small object: an envelope, with his name on it.

Marie noticed him take the something out of his pocket and watched him carefully as he examined it.

"What's that?" she asked softly. He looked at her, his expression blank. Did he not even know what it was?

"Excuse me?" snapped Lawrence, growing impatient at Adam's lack of cooperation.

Adam glanced back down at the envelope. He ripped the top part of it off revealing a tape. He examined it in his hands before answering, "It's a tape."

"Where did you find it?" asked Lawrence.

"In my pocket," answered Adam. He examined the tape closely, turning it around in his hands, "It says play me…"

Marie and Lawrence moved as close as they could to him, whilst checking their own pockets. Their brief exploration brought them what they were looking for: identical white envelopes with their own names on it.

They both ripped open the envelope to find identical tapes to Adam's, plus extra: Lawrence received a tiny key and a bullet; Marie getting a small wrench. They studied the items they had, and watched Adam look around for a tape player. That's when Marie realised how they were going to play the tape.

"The body…" she said, raising a shaky hand to point at the dead body in the middle of the room. Both the men stared at the body, horror and confusion etched on their faces, thinking about how they could reach the tape recorder.

Lawrence looked at the key in his hand and dropped to the floor in a new sense of urgency. He started trying it in the lock around his ankle, but to no avail. Marie looked at the wrench in her hand; what exactly was it for?

She tried loosening the bolts on her shackle, a futile attempt to free herself. After trying to grip onto the bolts with the mismatched wrench, there was no chance; the bolts wouldn't even budge a little.

"It's no good," mumbled Marie, looking up from the chain, "The screws are solid…"

Adam looked at her, his eyes seeming to show something; some sort of hidden emotion which Marie couldn't quite place. He tried to smile at her, but knew it was pointless; all of them were stuck in a disgusting bathroom, at goodness knows what location. She reluctantly smiled back.

Adam turned his attention to Lawrence, who was sighing in frustration at the key.

"Throw it over here," said Adam, gesturing for him to throw the key to him. Marie shook her head at him.

"It won't work," she sighed, "If it doesn't work in one cuff, it won't work in the other two." Marie briefly glanced at her own cuff and looked back to Adam, "They look like they're the same kind…"

Lawrence rubbed his eyes whilst Adam shouted, "Fuck!" and threw his empty envelope to the floor. Marie flinched at the anger in his voice; it wasn't helping any of them in the situation.

"Look!" yelled Lawrence, "Just try and calm down, ok?" Adam glared at Lawrence before he continued talking, "We need that tape recorder," he said gesturing to the device in the dead man's hand. "Is there any chance one of you can reach it?"

The body seemed to move as Adam and Marie turned to it. Adam dropped to his stomach on the floor and began to stretch towards the hand which held the recorder. Lawrence moved closer and Marie tensed as Adam reached as far as he could, still short a good few feet.

"Fuck…", muttered Marie, turning away and grabbing her head.

"Use your shirt!" exclaimed Lawrence.

"What?" asked Adam, giving him a sceptical look.

"Your shirt," repeated Lawrence.

Marie watched silently as Adam sat up and roughly took his shirt off, his white t-shirt covered in dirt, rust, and sweat patches. Marie couldn't take her eyes off of him, his toned chest muscles could be seen through the material. She quickly looked away when he caught her eye, blushing furiously; thankfully, Lawrence didn't appear to notice. It was neither the time nor the place.

Adam tried again, the shirt still falling short about a foot. He sighed in exasperation, "It won't work."

"You're so close!" encouraged Marie.

"Look around," said Lawrence, "There must be something you can use…"

"Try the bathtub!" suggested Marie, to which Adam stretched over to the bathtub, taking the plug out.

Marie let out a relieved laugh, as Lawrence smiled exhaustedly at him. Adam tied the plug to the sleeve of his shirt and threw the shirt towards the body again. He managed to get the plug through the loophole in the tape player, and slowly dragged it back to where he was.

Marie and Lawrence watched him carefully as he put his tape into the player and pressed the play button. A sinister, deep voice emitted from the recorder, the only sound that could be heard in the bathroom.

"Rise and shine, Adam. You're probably wondering where you are, and why you are here with these two people you see before you. I'll tell you where you might be. You might be in the room that you die in. Up until now, you have simply hid in the shadows, watching others live out their lives. But what do you see when you look into the mirror? So, are you going to watch yourself die today, Adam? Or are you going to use these people to your advantage? Your aim, specifically in this game, is to use Marie; she holds the key to your escape. Live or die, make your choice."

Frightened and confused, Adam looked at the tape player, and muttered, "I don't get it."

Marie, trying to focus on her own tape, bent down to pick up it up and gestured to Adam, "Throw me the recorder."

He took out his tape, preparing to throw the recorder to her, before she raised her hand to stop him.

"Wait! Slide it across the floor. Less chance of breaking it."

Adam bent down, along with Marie, before nodding at her and sliding the tape player across the floor. He wasn't far from her, so the player stopped in her hand nicely. She stood up, took Adam's tape out of the recorder, and put her own in.

"Hello Marie, and welcome, to what could be the last few hours of your life. Your life is a rather sad story, isn't it? You were born to your abusive parents and ran away from home, only to turn to alcohol and theft, to ease your suicidal thoughts. The two men you see in the room are connected to you, and it's only a matter of time, before you realise what it is that links you all. My expectation of you, is to kill Lawrence Gordon. When you eventually realise why you are supposed to do this, all of the memories of your childhood, will be, loosened, from your mind."

Marie seemed to be frozen to the spot. The sinister voice had just told her to kill Lawrence, however Adam's tape had told him to kill her. Was there any point in trusting either men or the voice? How did she know the men? She had recognised Lawrence, but didn't know why; Adam was unfamiliar to her.

"Marie?" called Lawrence. She didn't know she had been in a daydream whilst considering this.

"Throw me the recorder," demanded Lawrence, gently adding, "please."

Marie quickly nodded her head, took her tape out, and threw the player to Dr. Gordon, dropping to the floor and grabbing the side of her head; she had an unbearable headache all of a sudden. She caught Adam looking at her, but couldn't quite see the expression on his face; he almost looked concerned.

Lawrence inserted the tape, and the voice sounded for the third time:

"Dr. Gordon, this is your wake up call. Every day of your working life, you give people the news that they are going to die soon. Now you will be the cause of death. Your aim in this game is to kill Adam. You have until six o'clock to do it. There's a man in the room with you, I'm sure you've all noticed. When there's poison in your blood, the only thing left to do is shoot yourself. There are ways to win all around you. Just remember: X marks the spot. If you do not kill Adam by 6:00, then Alison and Diana will die, and I'll leave you in this room to rot. Let the game begin."

Lawrence began rewinding the tape and replaying it over and over. Marie wrapped her arms around her legs and began to sob quietly. She wasn't sobbing long before she could hear Adam's shackle dragging closer towards her, stopping a few feet from her, the furthest he could reach. She looked towards the noise of the chains, to Adam's sympathetic face.

"Hey, you ok-"

"Shh!" interrupted Lawrence. "Listen…"

Very quietly, a hushed voice murmured the words "follow your heart" straight after Lawrence's tape.

"What does that mean?" asked Adam, "Any idea who that is?"

"Not sure, and no," was Lawrence's reply.

Marie looked around the room, towards the section Adam just came from, and saw a very unusual sight.

"There," she pointed, "On the toilet, it's a heart."

Adam looked quickly to Lawrence, who was urging him on, and turned back to Marie.

"OK, hang on," groaned Adam, crawling back to the corner of the room he was in. He opened up the lid to the toilet, and gagged as he took in the stench. Marie stopped him.

"Wait!" she cried, "Try the top part first."

Adam closed the lid, he didn't need to be told twice. He dug through the water in the top of the toilet, and after a few seconds, pulled out a black bag. Marie let out a relieved laugh, along with Lawrence.

"Glad you suggested the top part," he said to Marie, smiling.

"What's inside?" asked Lawrence.

Adam searched in the bag, and brought out three hack saws.

Yay! Another update!
I hope that the way I'm writing this is ok; I'm basing it on the original script of Saw.

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