Hm, didn't I just post a chapter yesterday?

I think I did~

Enjoy this, because I doubt it will ever happen again in this lifetime.

"You have to go to sleep."

I shake my head in refusal, but he simply smiles a bitter, lost smile.

"Come on, you need rest."

No I don't want to. Every time I sleep, and every time you leave my sight I…

But my eyes fall heavy as the medicine they gave me flows through my system and I fall into a deep and unforgiving sleep.

It's happening again… I think as I hardly feel my body lifted into the air. No, no! Don't let this happen. Please notice something is wrong!

But no one comes to save me. They never do. Because they don't care. They haven't even noticed two disappearances in this family, let alone my constant absence. Why are they even here? Why do they pretend to care? My mind goes blank once more as I try to force these horrible occurrences out of my life, only to be greeted by my first encounter of them. Why me…?

I wake up again, tied to a chair. "Dammit! Let me go! I didn't die. I beat your test." I yell out, struggling against the ropes, which at this point I wish had never been made. I hear coughing and I look up to see a sickly man. "Let me go." I demand calmly. He laughs.

"It's nice to meet you. My name is John Kramer. And your name is?" The man said, smiling. I stare at him, astonished. The jigsaw killer is right in front of me, and I can't do a damn thing! He laughed again and a young woman walks in from behind him, a syringe in hand. My eyes widen as she grins.

"This is our new helper? He seems weak." She joked.

"Don't be rude, Amanda. This is his true test, since the last one was too…subtle for him. He survived his test. The one I specially made." John explained, and Amanda's smile disappeared.

"How could anyone survive that?" She asked. John looked at me, smiling as he answered.

"He is a very special patient who needs extensive care from us." That is about the point where I break, my ability to keep quiet at all gone as I yell back at the man.

"I am not your fucking patient!" The second I say this, the syringe in her hand is stabbed into my neck. I shiver as she injects the liquid into my already scarring body.

"So, he was in that trap? But his body has already begun to heal. He really is a special patient. But did you learn anything?" Amanda asked me as she removed the needle. I glare, wishing I could kill them both here and now…

What? Why am I thinking something so harsh? I know they are killers, but still… I shouldn't allow myself to be so violent. When that happens I…

"Day dreaming? What's his name, John?" She asked her leader I assume, as I drift into my thoughts. Suddenly, I feel blood dripping from a cut that was still slightly open.

"What did you put in me?" I scream out as blood starts to flow from my body. The girl laughs, waving the syringe in my face.

"Just wanted to see what it'll do to you. It's just blood thinner, calm down. You of all people won't bleed to death, I assume." At this she laughs, and honestly, so do I. Why was I so paranoid about this. I won't die so easily. Maybe it was because of him…

"Now, you are going to be John's newest apprentice, kid. Really what is your name?" Amanda questions me, but I ignore the useless inquiry and ask one of my own.

"Why me? Why do you need me?" At this, they both laugh. I growl back, "What's so funny?"

"You are. We don't need you, really. This is your test."

"My…my test. But wasn't that…" I began. Oh God, I'm going to go through this again, and this time, I'm alone.

"Your test was not built correctly considering who you are, so I have decided this will be your test, child." John said. Child? I chose to ignore his endearing term.

"What do you mean? What exactly is my test?" I ask calmly as my blood stops flowing out of me.

"You will be our partner. I hope to use you for testing my traps, considering you are my third test subject, and my first trap didn't work. Someone like you can handle that, right?" John asked, but I could tell I wasn't to answer that. We both knew I could handle his tests. I was strong. I was, as they put it, special.

"And if I refuse?" I finally ask, ready to break the ropes that I have loosened during our idle chatting. John smiled and motioned for Amanda to bring a picture. My eyes widen as I see that he has taken… "Let him go! He has nothing to do with my sins, or for whatever reason you think I deserve this. Just let him go!"

"We will, after this is over. And we need you for that." Amanda said, pulling me up. "Next time, don't let the ropes get loose in the front, so maybe we won't see they are untied." She laughed, throwing me back onto the chair.

"Will you help us?" John asked, holding his hand out to me. I stare at the two, and at the picture, before taking his hand.

"What choice do I have?" I mutter. The two smiled at me, as I have now become an unwilling follower of the man who is called Jigsaw.

"What shall we call him?" Amanda asked, apparently needing to give me a name, since I refused to tell them mine. John, however, shook his head.

"He won't need a name yet. Until then, he can think of his own name and identity. I would do so if I were you, for it will keep you sane." John answered, his words making me uneasy. What does he mean by that? What does he plan on using me for? "Now, I need you to set up my next test. Follow me, please." I follow, not wanting to disobey, for his sake…

John leads me to an empty seller like room with a large amount of barbwire inside. "Um, what's the barbwire for?" I almost wish I hadn't asked as the two grin.

"I need you to set up my razor wire maze. Please do your best to make it a winnable maze for this man." John explained, showing me a picture of a seriously overweight man. "He is my next patient, Paul."

"Paul?"

"Yes, he is an attention seeking man who ran a razor across his wrist, so I want to see if he really intends to die." John replied, though I really didn't want to know.

"So, just Paul. No last name?"

"Do you require his last name to survive?" Amanda asked, irritated. "Let's just get on with this."

"Aye aye, nurse."

"Nurse? How am I a nurse?" Amanda glared at me, but I simply shrugged. If I have to do this, why not mess with these freaks?

"He calls me his patient, and you work for him. Doctor, and nurse." I explain slowly, pointing to each of them when I say their roles. Amanda roles her eyes.

"Stop being a smart ass and set the trap up." I laugh, and it seems John is smiling as well. Amanda throws some heavy duty gloves to me so I don't slice up my hands, as if they care if I die in the process. As Amanda begins to rant about how they don't need me, I go about my business and set up the maze…

"All done, Doctor!" I yell out once the maze is set. I would admire this masterpiece if I was evil. But I'm not, so I just want to get the hell out of here. I hear Amanda laughing, but I have no idea why. "What's so funny, nurse?" She sighed and waved to me, so I could finally see her, and notice that I…

"You trapped yourself in the maze, patient." She hissed, laughing. Damn, I did. "Good luck finding the way out."

"Hey, I set the path, it won't be hard!" I yell back, though honestly I have already forgotten the path.

"At least you are skinny, unlike our next patient. In fact, do you ever eat?" Amanda asked, sounding oddly caring.

"Shut up! I do eat!" I snap and start to maneuver through the maze without getting hurt, and failing. By the time I exited the razor death maze, I was covered in cuts, some small and some very deep. "That could've gone better." I mutter, smirking. John had already left, so only Amanda remained. She sighed.

"You are an idiot."

A few days later, Amanda tells me I have another test to help prepare. I have been staying with them, though I don't remember much after fainting from blood loss after my razor wire incident. John is busy elsewhere, so it is just Amanda and I going to the new test area. When we enter she leads me to a small room and hands me a print out of various numbers.

"Use this paint to write all of these numbers on the wall in their order." She instructed me. I shrug, not really wanting to know why exactly I was doing this. I step in the room just as she yells, "You might want shoes because-" but she was too late. I wince in pain, and look down. Shattered glass covered the floor, and of course I hadn't worn shoes over here because I honestly didn't think about it. I groan, and she just snickers. "Want shoes?" She asks politely, and I smile.

"Please, nurse."

"I don't want to do this." I reply, shaking. The last tests all had to do with random strangers but now…

"You have to do as John says." Amanda said, her voice full of sympathy. She has kept me alive through all of this, and I've really come to enjoy her company. But now I have to do this? John set this up for me, I know it.

"Please, Amanda, you do it. I…I can't." I say as I look at the two bodies on the floor. I knew them. They are people who I could never harm like this. "Please, please have someone else do it! I won't hurt them!"

"Haven't you hurt them in the past?" We turn to see John in the doorway. "Amanda, leave us please." Reluctantly, she obeyed, glancing to me slightly before exiting the room.

"Is it really necessary to do all of this?" I ask, angry that he is making me do this.

"How can the heart learn what is right when it is never punished for what it does wrong? You should understand this concept already." John answered, it seemed like he was scolding me for not seeing that already.

"…Right…" I agree, for I cannot disobey. I glance at the two sadly, hating to be in this position.

"You will understand fully soon, do not fret." John replies, smiling, trying to reassure that they need this. I know they don't. I know them better than he does. "Now, our game must begin. Set the two up." He orders, and I reluctantly comply.

"Are you sure I'm not just here to lift things?" I joke, trying to ease my own nerves. I know why I am here. Or at least, I slightly know. I pick the elder man up, Antonio, and set him into his trap. I set the trap up, and I can tell by his breathing that he is awake. Stupid fool, why are you not fighting? When I finished situating the Spaniard into his trap, and left him to set Romano in the opposite chair. I quickly did what I was here for, but couldn't help but notice Antonio was very much so awake, but…pretending to be asleep? What the hell is wrong with him?

When I finish hooking the Italian into his trap and walk back over to Antonio. I inhaled slowly, and exhaled quickly near his face, causing him to gasp. The fact that he had stayed stationary while he could have saved himself and Romano…it pissed me off greatly.

"You should have run while you still had the ability to do so, España." I whisper into his ear, though I couldn't quite empty my voice of its sadness. To prove I wasn't doing this against my will, though I was, I decided to laugh. But it wasn't a normal laugh, no, it was the most psychotic laugh I could perform. I wanted him to know just what kind of trouble he was in. "Well, this way you will both learn your lesson." I hiss, this time my voice is full of false malice. John hands me a cloth soaked in some chemical, and I nod. "Does this smell like chloroform to you?" I asked, laughing once again.

As my laughter dies out, I shake him to make sure he truly did faint. I look to John, who set his tape in Antonio's lap. "Now what?" I ask, hoping I can leave.

"You will wait here and watch the test. Congratulate them if they survive." John said, walking towards the door.

"No, please, no! I don't want to watch them get hurt!" I cry out, but he was already gone. I sigh and walk over to a hidden room next to the exit, waiting for the test to begin.

"Dios mio! I wasn't expecting that." Antonio exclaimed loudly from the main room, and I sigh. Thank you lord for letting them live. "What is it, Roma…" All I heard after that was a loud slap. "Ro…mano…" Damn, these two really are an odd couple.

"Don't you ever do something so stupid again! You bastard. You fucking bastard!" Romano scolded, sobbing heavily, and I couldn't help but envy the two. They had each other. I am alone in this.

"Oh, there, there, mi amigo." Antonio cooed soothingly.

"I…I'm not yo…your friend…" Romano argued. Things were silent for a while, but I didn't feel the need to watch them. Well, maybe a quick peak to see what they are- Oh. I hadn't expected them to kiss. How…odd. I looked away, not needing to watch their intimate moment. "Let's just get out of here." I heard one of them say, and I knew it was my time to speak. I took a deep breathe and tried my best to be someone I'm not. As they approached the door I decided to get their attention by laughing, and it seemed to work.

"Going so soon? It was just getting good." I hiss, slightly frightened by who I could become.

"Fuck you, asshole!" Romano snapped at me, lunging with a blade in hand. My body reacted without my mind's consent, and I raised my arm to defend myself with the hidden blade John constructed for me, since my body had yet to recover and I couldn't fight well. I was thankful that Antonio pulled him back, or the blade with have surly killed him.

"Don't do that again." I warned, not wanting to hurt them. I took a small step away from them.

"Why the fuck did you do this, you sick son of a bitch!" Romano demanded viscously.

"My master set this up. He sent me to congratulate you on your new lives. Well done. Now, might you join us?" I answered, but the words at the end slipped without thought. I suppose I really didn't want to be alone in this. The two stared at me in disbelief, which was understandable.

"Fuck you! I don't want you and your twisted master anywhere near my Romano. I hope you die a terrible death just like the traps you set up." Antonio growled, which surprised me, but Romano did have to get his rude tongue from someone. We were silent for a while as I tried to come up with some form of answer.

"So… Is that a no?" I asked, wanting to slap myself. What's wrong with me, who would say yes? I just barely noticed Romano whip his blade at me, and I almost cried when it barely missed my throat.

"You figure it out." The Italian responded and the two began to struggle away. "We won't help with your twisted games, fucker!" He spat, making himself crystal clear as they left me alone, blood trailing behind them. I watched, feeling like they just sentenced me to be tortured again and again and again, but why blame them?

"Fair enough. You fuck up your lives…" I reply bitterly, a tear trailing down my face even though I tried to resist it. "Why do they get to leave…?" I mutter the thought that has been in my head since I saw them win. Another phrase enters my thoughts again. Why me?

As Roderich and Elizabeta's tape ended I walked out. I hated to do this job, and it made it worse that I knew the victims.

"Let us go!" Elizabeta pleaded as I walked into the room, black cloak hiding my face. I silently handed her two triggers. "No! I won't play! I won't!" She yelled, thrashing about.

"I will have to kill you if you don't." I replied coldly, for it was true. "Take them, right to save yourself, left to kill yourself." She took the remotes and I turned to leave, my job done here.

"Stop." Roderich ordered, and I turn to listen to him. "You will watch as you do this to an innocent girl."

"I already have to." I answered blankly, pointing to a hole in the wall. Sadly, it was true. John insisted that his apprentices watch the games. I wish I could gouge my eyes out… "Would you rather I stay here?" I ask, hoping he won't say…

"Yes." Damn.

"Very well then." I responded with false amusement, "I shall observe your bloodshed from here." I chuckled, sitting on the floor and watching quietly. I've seen this far too many times…

"Fuck you!" Elizabeta yelled at me. "I won't do it!" With those words, she threw the triggers. I sigh, why can't they just listen?

"In forty five minutes, you all get locked in here to die! I suggest you hurry and do as you are told." I explain angrily, handing the remotes back to her. "Chose, Hungary." She took the remotes once more, her hands shaking. I really wish I could help them…

"You know we are countries?" Elizabeta asked, tears starting to fall from her cheeks. Oh no, no. I cannot handle tears. I stand up and leave the room quickly and silently. "You bastard! Come back!" She yelled after me.

"I'm so sorry…" I whisper as they ignore me and start their test.

"Them? Who else did you put in this?" Elizabeta growled, how does she already know there are more contestants? "Come back!" Who exactly is she talking to?

"You may want this." I say from behind, holding out gauze. I wish I could help more…

"Oh, now you care about us?" The Hungarian asked angrily, snatching the items. I sigh, if they knew who I was they would hate me, wouldn't they?

"They need to be saved as well. Wrap yourselves us and go!" I reply frantically before running off, hoping they won't dare follow me, which thankfully they didn't.

"I hope you die!" I hear her yell after me, and I laugh.

"You and me both, Elizabeta." I mutter, walking down a corridor in John's newest labyrinth.

"Are you alright?" I hear Roderich ask, seeing as they had just finished the next test correctly. Though that moron would be dead if I hadn't messed with the power… I sigh, knowing I will be punished for interfering later. I walk into the room slowly.

"Do you want these?" The three looked at me as if I was a ghost, which in a way I am. Ghost of who I really am…

It has been seven minutes since you took the tape from the string." I added quietly, tending to Elizabeta's hands with the medical supplies I stole. Yes, I know, I am going to hell soon enough. I finished quickly and jumped away when Elizabeta tried to grab me. "I must not stay with you." I reply. "I must go." I tell them, fear evident in my voice for I know they are behind schedule. I point to the next door, and run off when they look away. "I wish I could help…" I mutter, running through hallways again.

"No!" Elizabeta exclaimed, and I watched as the key fell through the grated floor. I suppose I can help them again…

"No… you can't…" Basch choked out, fighting tears himself. "I've never pegged him as someone to cry…" I mutter to myself as I put an extra key in Gilbird's mouth. "I knew keeping you would be a good idea, but please don't mess this up or I'll cook you." I threaten and let the Prussian's pet go. He flies over Elizabeta and drops the key right on her head. "Nice aim, bird." I comment, watching as Elise is saved right before her demise. I smile, "They are free." With that, I set my path to leave the area.

What's going on? I wonder as I race through the maze hallways to a room I hadn't known existed. Who set this up? Amanda? No, it was probably Mark Hoffman. That bastard.

I rush into the dark room just as shot guns start to go off.

"Is everyone okay?" I ask, but receive no answer. "Why did this happen. They were supposed to be free." I talk frantically to myself, not really caring if they hear me. I manage to find the light switch and illuminate the room to see trip wires and shotguns decorating the ceiling and floor, along with three bodies and pooling blood. "Shit."

"Elise!" Basch screamed, seeing his sister was one of the injured. He rushed over to her, dodging the wires. "Elise, please be…" but as he reached her body, he knew it was so. She had been shot directly in the head, and lay dead on the ground. He fell to his knees beside her. I had no idea what I should do but watch in horror. No, no, I let them die. "No, no, no. Please, no. Not you. No. No! Please, God, not her." He cried out, tears slowly creeping from his eyes.

"Ro…Roderich…" The Austrian turned his attentions from the mourning brother to his ex-wife. Elizabeta was clutching her throat, blood pouring out from it. No, not her too. How could I let this happen? I ask myself, wishing I was the dead one, not them.

"Elizabeta!" He yelled, running to her carefully. "Please stay with me. Don't die!" She will die though, she will.

"I…I don't think that is up to me." She responded, smiling softly as her body shook, and I wonder how she can be so calm. "Get the others out of here…." She ordered sternly, kissing him on the cheek before falling.

"No… Elizabeta don't die! Please don't leave me!" But she had died, and I let it happen.

"Roderich… Basch…" Gilbert said quietly, struggling to stand as blood flowed down his arm. "We have to go." The two looked up at the Prussian, and nodded.

"Alright…For Elizabeta,"

"And for Elise…" Basch interrupted.

"We shall live on." Roderich finished.

I was hardly paying attention as the three turned to me. I was muttering to myself, "Why, why? Why did they die, they completed their tests. Why are you doing this, John?" I ask angrily, but can't find it in me to hate him. How could he have done this?

"You did this, you bastard." Basch said calmly, taking one of the shotguns from it's position carefully. Oh no. "You should be dead!" The angered blonde yelled, aiming at me and shooting. I allowed the bullet to hit me, hopping it would kill me once and for all, but it hardly skimmed my side.

"Le do thoil." I said, hardly noticing I had started to speak in that language, as I walked forward a bit . "Le do thoil, mharú dom!" I cried out as the Swiss man pointed the gun at me again, pressing the barrel to my head. Kill me. Do it. I smiled slightly and Basch pulled the trigger. But nothing happened. It was out of bullets. Fuck, still alive.

"Dammit." Basch cursed, throwing the gun aside. I took this chance to shut the lights off.

"Maith dom." I plead , and I make my escape, though I tripped three other tripwires in my haste. Once I am out of the area I collapse, clutching my wound. "Why…" I mutter, starting to black out, for John had injected blood thinner into me again. "Why am I still alive?"…

"John, I have to talk with you." I demanded as he was going through the files for his next test. The two subjects were to be locked in a bathroom, but that is all I was told.

"What is it… Did you find a name for yourself yet?" John asked, glancing at the photos of the test subjects.

"No, I haven't really thought about it but…" I began, only to be cut off.

"If you don't create an alter ego in this kind of situation, you will surly go mad." I sighed, not in the mood for prophetic bullshit.

"John, why didn't you tell me about the shotgun tripwire trap at the end of the last country test?" I asked angrily. He looks up at me as he says,

"What shotgun tripwire trap? The last trap was to be the maze." He replied. I said nothing more as I turned away from him and stormed off to find Amanda. She was mixing a blood like substance together with a toxic liquid, no doubt for John's next test.

"Amanda." She looks up at me, and she immediately stands up.

"Hey, what's wrong? You look like your about to cry." She says, making me sit down. "What happened?"

"Amanda, someone put another trap at the end of my last game. Two people died, but they shouldn't have. It isn't fair!" I explained, trying not to cry.

"What? That's impo…" She began, but her voice trailed off and her expression darkened.

"Amanda?"

"Hoffman. That bastard is messing with John's plans again." She said to herself.

"Hoffman? Is he our partner?" I ask, not knowing who she was referring to. She shook her head, messing with my hair.

"No. Even if he thinks he is, he isn't. He is an evil man." She explained, her eyes full of hate. But she looked at me, smiling and pinched my cheek, which irritated me. "I hope you never meet him." She said, and gently pushed me so I would let her get back to work. I nodded, walking back to my work station. I picked up a white porcelain mask and began to pain it black. "I won't allow anymore of my own to fall. I cannot let it happen." I mutter over and over again as I continue my work.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Amanda asked me as she dyed my hair a darker colour. I had just finished making my mask that will cover the top of my face for this next test. I smile.

"I must follow out with my test." I tell her, putting the mask on as she finished my hair.

"Don't get yourself killed, okay." She said, hugging me.

"I will do my best to keep myself and them alive." I respond, brushing my hair down so it falls neatly in place. "Hey Amanda."

"Yes?"

"I have a name now." I tell her, smiling.

"Oh, what is it?" She asks as if we weren't preparing to start another death game. I grin, standing in front of my door to the test room.

"Prionsa."

And so we have a bio (sort of) for Prionsa.

Prionsa: Too bad I'm dead.

Me: Shut up!

Prionsa: Fine...(By the way, Ara doesn't own Hetalia, thankfully because it would be so inaccurate, nor does she own Saw, again thankfully because she would use those traps in real life...)

Me: Did I not tell you to shut up?

...

Good.

Anyway, if you think this was a filler, it really isn't.

Okay, so maybe I wrote it because I adore Prionsa, but whatever.

He is amazing~

Also, just to say, if you have ever watched all of Saw, and played the games, John has a lot of glass just everywhere.

I wonder why he just had glass to begin with?

Oh well, just my curiosity.

Goodbye.

Prionsa: Review please!

Me: He can never stay quiet.