A/N: Me: Well, you guys did it! WE got eleven reviews! Give yourselves a pat on the….
Fang: … back?
Me: Oh… what? Oh yeah, a pat on the back! You see, you guys….
Fang: *waves hand in front of face* Hellooooo?
Me: *blinks* Wha-? Oh hi!
Fang: What's wrong with you?
Me: I'm so obsessed with planning for (which is a dump-ton) and writing my new Lord of the Rings story, I can't focus on anything! Argh!
MooMoo: Maybe you should try knitting.
Rawr: Yea, that always helps Fang!
Me: Thanks, guys, but that really isn't- Wait. Helps… Fang?
Fang: *shifty eyes* They're liars!
Me: …. Wow Fang. Just… wow. Fact: I teach fourth and fifth graders pom dances, so I went to meet them at their game today. Too bad no one told me it was cancelled -.-
I was struggling to breath, struggling to ignore the whopper of a headache I had, trying to understand where I was and why I was chained to a freaking chair. As far as I could tell, I was clamped by my feet and hands onto some metal chair contraption. Oh yea, and my hair was twisted into some metal rod type thingy, and already felt like it was tearing off my scalp!
I groaned, but the sound was muffled, because for some reason someone gagged and put a smelly mask on me, and some sort of cloak or robes. So I was just stuck there, hoping someone would find me.
It was only a few minutes later that I heard footsteps walking towards the room I was in, and a familiar voice called out. "Anyone in here?" Fang! He would help me!
I heard him cuss as he walked into the room. He paused, before coming all the way over to me and ripping the mask off. His face twisted into a scowl.
I took this chance to look around. I was in a small, dingy room, in what looked like an apartment. I was strapped onto some sort of contraption, and my hair was indeed being pulled onto something behind me. I was in red robes, and there were a bunch of gears on the bottom of the seat.
Around me, on the walls, were pictures of me… and girls. Girls that I had pimped and stuff. Well crap. Fang saw them too. "Pig." he snorted, showing me the pig mask he had pulled off. (A/N: Me: That's not the reason why it was a pig mask- Jigsaw's people wear pig masks and red robes to capture people for traps.) Someone had tried to frame me for something.
"Fang- it's not what it looks like. Just… please, help me out. You-" I was interrupted by a TV flickering to life, and a hideous looking puppet came on.
"Hello, Fang. I want to play a game. Before you is Dylan- he is a criminal, and a horrid human being. I suggest you leave him to die, instead of giving into your impulse to save everyone else. Make your choice."
The puppet signed off, and I heard a timer start ticking. I heard gears turning underneath me, and then whatever my hair was tied into started twisting and pulling. The pain was unbearable- it felt like someone was ripping my skin off- which was what probably would happen.
I screamed and started to sob- this hurt worse than anything I'd ever done. Through the haze of pain, I looked down and saw numbers on the gears. "Fang!" I gasped. "Fang! There are… there are numbers on the… the gears. It's a combination! Get me out, Fang! HELP!"
I could now feel trickles of blood running down my face as my scalp was slowly pulled off of my skull. Fang, however, just sat there and watched, looking amused.
"Come on, you sick f**k! Get me out of here!" I shouted, crying out as another chunk of hair was ripped away. The gears were shuddering, pulling harder, endlessly twisting and pulling my hair off.
Fang smirked, shook his head, and actually laughed as a particularly violent twist ripped out another handful of hair and scalp. I screamed in agony.
So that's how it ended- Fang, looking smug and amused, watching me getting my skin peeled off of my head. Rivers of blood poured onto the floor, my hair ripped and snapped, and my skin peeled and tore.
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Fang POV (Oh switchin' it up! Gettin' crazy!)
I walked into a seedy looking motel, which was supposedly owned by Dylan. That d-bag. I walked over to the front desk, narrowly avoiding being man handled by a drunk hobo. Sure enough, I saw Dylan there.
Suppressing my initial anger, I came up to the front desk. "Hey. I need a room for the night. Can I request room… 261?"
Dylan nodded- idiot- and handed me a key, distracted by the vomiting hobo by the door. I went up the stairs and entered the grungy hotel room. In it, I saw a box on the bed. In it was a pig mask, and a card with instructions. Reading them, I carefully memorized them before ripping the card into tiny pieces.
I pulled on the ask, took out my gun, and went back down to the lobby. "Come with me, and I won't shoot you!" I yelled, pointing the gun at Dylan. He looked like a deer in headlights, but went up the stairs anyway.
I opened the door to room 262, across the hall, and ordered him in at gunpoint. "Alright, now strap yourself into the bed." I shouted. "Do it!" I yelled when he just stood there. He shakily did so, wile I read another card I found. 'Give him the tools he needs to survive.'
I pressed play o the tape recorder that was next to Dylan on the bed. Billy the puppet's (A/N: Me: That's his name.) voice came out. He basically told Dylan that he must be punished for how he raped all those girls, and how he would have to press the button next to his fingers- both within a minute- in order to deactivate the trap. Only, the buttons sent mini scythe things into his eyes, blinding him.
While Dylan started blubbering, and the counter started, I looked around the room. All over the walls there were pictures of dead and mutilated girls, no doubt Dylan's handiwork. The bed itself had four posts standing straight up, each with a chain connected to one of Dylan's limbs.
His head was in a vice-like clamp, and the hooks to go into his eyes were poised and ready. Right now, he had his left hand wrapped around the button. Still sobbing and yelling for help, he shakily pressed the button.
His scream of sheer agony as the hook went deep into his eye was music to my ears. Unfortunately for him, he only had 25 seconds to steel himself and blind his other eye.
"Bye, Dylan." I said cheerily, waving. He glared at me through the blood shooting out of his eye. But then his timer ran out, and the chains on the bedposts starting cranking in, and his limbs were pulled out. Shortly, they were pulled too far, and his limbs, bones, tendons, and blood went flying everywhere.
Whistling, I walked out the door, wiping blood off my face.
A/N: Me: Guess what guys!
Fang: ….
Me: I SAID GUESS WHAT!
Fang: ….
Me: SAY 'WHAT?'! *holds up three weasels*
Fang: What? Hehehe….
Me: There's only five more chapters of this story left :(
Fang: Good.
MooMoo & Rawr: *hold up more weasels*
Fang: I mean, aww darn!
Me: Yea… but there'll still be plenty of blood and gore to come! Fact: I watched Lion King, Beauty and the Beast, Lilo and Stitch, and A Bug's Life yesterday. It's fun being immature.
MooMoo: Ten more reviews,
Rawr: If you please!
Fang: Don't waste your time.
Me: *whacks with weasels*
