Here's where the story really begins. It's set after SAW 7/ SAW 3D/ The Final Chapter/ Whatever the hell you want to call it by the way.

Chapter 2

Alison Gordon sat in the chair opposite Officer Craig in his office at the police station. There were pictures on the walls all around the room. Pictures of John Kramer, the original Jigsaw, and pictures of Amanda, Jill and Hoffman. There were also various photos of victims from crime scenes including, Seth Baxter, Troy, Allison Kerry, Daniel Rigg, Cecil Adams, and many more. Craig asked Alison his next question.

"Mrs. Gordon. Would you please answer the question. What do you know about the Jigsaw killer?"

"I don't know anything." She replied.

Craig leaned forwards in his chair and spoke softer.

"Look, Alison. We know that your ex-husband was a player in one of Jigsaw's games. Now we just want to know if there is anything that you might know regarding him."

"I don't know anything about Jigsaw or my ex-husband." She persisted.

All this made her remember was the day Lawrence returned home after going missing. He had a prosthetic leg and a changed mind. A divorce quickly followed and the two never heard from each other again. She knew that Dr. Gordon had become Jigsaw's apprentice but she tried to forget about it because it just hurt too much.

"Are you sure?" Craig asked.

"Yes. Now can I please go now?" Alison pleaded while on the verge of tears. She put her head in her hands.

"Alright. You can go. Thanks for the cooperation."

Alison then got up out of the chair and left without saying anything. Craig sighed and leaned back in his chair.

"Crap."

Craig was the new chief on the Jigsaw case after almost every other person who was previously on it had died. The last information the department got was that there was one more Jigsaw apprentice still at large and since the only known survivor of Jigsaw's tests that showed signs of joining him was Dr. Gordon, it made him the prime suspect. But Dr. Gordon had gone missing three months ago, right after the disappearance of Mark Hoffman who was at the time believed to be the last apprentice of Jigsaw. Since then there had been four more tests and none of the victims had survived. There was to be an investigation of the latest test later on in the day. Perhaps it would help them put an end to the Jigsaw legacy once and for all. Or perhaps not.

Lawrence got off the bus outside the row of buildings that had shops and a fast food restaurant among other things lining it. His walking stick was pretty much the only thing keeping him up since he still hadn't quite got the hang of the fake leg yet. Another man approached the bus after leaving the fast food restaurant. Lawrence was about to get out of the way to let him on the bus but the man, who was still wearing a name tag that said Callum, just pushed his way past and put his foot on the first step.

"Hey." Lawrence called to him.

Callum turned back and stared at him meanly.

"Yeah, what?" Callum blurted out like he didn't give two shits.

"Is that how you treat people with a disability?" Lawrence asked.

Callum didn't answer and eyed up Lawrence instead.

"Yeah. So what?" He replied.

"I think you should change your attitude a bit, that's all I'm saying."

"Whatever. Damn cripples."

Callum then turned to get on the bus but Lawrence shouted back.

"Hey!"

Aggressively Callum swung round and pushed Lawrence over and he landed on the concrete pavement, dropping his walking stick and banging his left arm. Callum then swiftly hopped on the bus and the doors closed before it drove away. Lawrence managed to get to his feet and recovered his walking stick before rubbing his arm where he banged it on the ground.

"You just made a big mistake, Callum."

The front door to the house opened and Alison stepped in through it. She put her keys in the bowl on the table beside the door and hung her coat up. She remembered when Lawrence came home one night after being missing for four days. She remembered how he had changed from an uncaring husband to a straight up psychopath. He came back talking some weird things like "Not enough people cherish their life" and "I've been taught to value my life." Alison just couldn't live with him any more so they got a divorce and never saw each other again.

"Just forget it, Alison." She told herself.

She walked into the large front room and sat on the sofa. It hadn't been easy for her trying to cope when all this happened so she had turned to a common way of relieving herself. Alcohol. Very often Alison would come home and sit on the sofa and crack open a bottle of wine or something else, and that's just what she did now. It was strange, even though she hated him now, Alison still couldn't get over the fact that Lawrence was gone. So she did what she had done for many nights now. Have a bottle of wine or two and try to forget it, not caring that it wasn't doing her any good.

Guess who's going to be a part of a game later on. Chapter 3 up soon.