Chapter 2

One of Jigsaw's traps was laid out in the narrow hallway. It was a labyrinth of tripwires connected to ten shot guns on the ceiling. The goal of this game was similar the razor wire cage. A path was laid out and the subject needed to find a way out without setting off the guns. Just like the razor wire maze someone here had also died. The trapped man was so decayed nothing about him was determinable.

"Did you build this, Amanda?" Lynn asked

Amanda shook her head. "This is John's. We came to this factory three weeks ago. He was healthy enough to set it up then." She peered at a tape recorder inside the maze. She wove her hand through the wires nearing the recorder. She hit the play button before pulling her hand out and hitting the dead man.

"Hello, Kyle." The tape begun. "I want to play a game. For most of your life you crawled through tunnels, toppled down doors and eluded police to get the possessions you desired. Some of the things you kept but most you sold. You can say that I want to test your true abilities as a thief. Around you are wires. Above you are guns. Certain wires will trigger the guns sending bullets through the maze. Your goal is simple get out before the timer goes off. When the timer does goes off all of the guns will go off and the police you eluded will get there chance at capture."

Lynn looked disgustedly at the trap. Even years of trauma patients couldn't prepare her something this gruesome. She shook her head then walked out of the room. Jeff followed her out. He was familiar with Jigsaw's traps so it didn't surprise him so much. Amanda stayed looking at the trap.

Each wire was delicately run from the ceiling to floor and walls. The location was perfect. Once the man Kyle got out he would find himself in John's room. Also the irony was clear. He'd have to crawl through the maze like he crawled through tunnels. When he reached the end he would topple down a door. The guns were a symbol of the police so Kyle still needed to elude the police.

Considering the fact nothing of Jigsaw's could remain Amanda took a knife from her back pocket. She found the main wire to the trap. Nothing would happen if it was cut because the guns had gone off not one bullet remained. She was about to cut the wire then stopped.

Amanda knew what she was doing was wrong. John was dead now. This meant she had to follow the rules. Looking at the body a last time she carved a puzzle piece out of the man's rotted back showing he not had the needed instinct of survival.

As Amanda placed her knife back in her pocket it got caught on something. She put her hand in her pocket. She moved her fingers and felt an odd-shaped metal in her pocket. Without looking Amanda cut away a layer of fabric in her pants. She knew as soon as the metal hit her it was the key. Some how John was able to sew it in.

That's the last straw. She thought. Looking at the wax tape she furiously picked clean the heads. She pushed the tape in the recorder. It cracked before delivering a broken message.

"Congratulations - - - -. If you - - - - to this tape then - - - - died or can no longer speak. Either way I made - - - - congratulate you. - - - - succeed in my legacy - - - - your choice. - - - - live a normal life. - - - - lead the way - - - - win any way you can. I want - - - -choose to do I will always love you - - - -."

The last line repeated to Amanda long after the tape ended. She took a breath. Any emotion she felt she pushed away. Sitting quiet in the closed hallway she let go of her last feeling.

"No more games, John!" she cried. "You said yourself 'those who don't appreciate life don't deserve life!' I only lived for you! I gave everything to you. Everything! I have nothing left! No choice! I'll go on with your fucking dream. But I'll do it my way. Okay? Can you hear me? You have no more control!"

In the main room, Jeff and Lynn had resumed looking for the key. Both of them heard Amanda yell. They didn't mention it to each other but they felt bad.

Jeff started pacing. He realized how horrible a mistake he made. In his own battle he had mercilessly murdered someone that meant a lot to someone else. The same way the driver killed his son. His only intent was to get revenge. Instead he became the same person he wanted to kill.

Being discreet Amanda opened the door. She cleared her throat. "I found the key." She said faintly. Shuddering she handed the key to Jeff.

"Where was it?" Jeff asked.

"Your daughter is dying." Amanda coldly reminded. She also wanted them to ask no questions. "I don't know her exact location but she isn't in this building. Do you want to save her? Do you want to see your little girl?"

Lynn nodded. Jeff walked in front of Amanda trying to threaten her. "Where the fuck is she?"

"Your daughter has less than one day's air left. I can take you there now. Under the condition that you don't bring anything aside from the clothes on your back with you. No wedding rings, watches. Anything you have from here stays here. Is that clear?"

The married couple looked at each other with uncertainty. They quietly agreed by removing their wedding rings. They removed everything else aside from their clothes. Jeff then took out the torn picture from his pocket. He arranged picture on the counter looking at every smiling face.

"Are you ready?" Amanda asked. Lynn responded quickly. Jeff broke away from the picture. He was ready to leave. Amanda pulled the cloak from the end of John's bed. Covering herself with the black and red cloak she led Lynn and Jeff out of the factory.