Scene v

Kevin held the note in his hand and continuously looked it over. The bright fluorescent lights had now become tolerable; Kevin could easily read the note.

"Help me," the woman pinned to the wall pled.

Before the detective could respond, mechanical whirring made its way from the walls to the location of the Michael's mother.

Kevin quickly pressed play on the recorder he held. He knew very well by the strange noises in the room that a trap of some sort was activating. If Kevin didn't receive information about the current situation soon, he may not make it through Jigsaw's next game.

"Hello Mary," came Jigsaw's voice from the recorder as Kevin looked up at the woman.

"Your son Michael died no more then a month ago. His death was to believed to be by the hands of the man you know as Kaden. This man weaseled his way out of imprisonment and made the court think that he was not the one responsible for Michael's murder. I could go on, but you probably know more on the matter than I do myself. You've been obsessed with obtaining proper evidence to jail Kaden for the past few weeks. Things got worse when Kaden disappeared a little over a week ago. You went crazy, Mary. You thought Kaden had run away and he would never receive punishment for his deeds. The state you were—and still are—in, is not a healthy one."

Mary let her head drop a bit as tears came to her eyes. "Please help me," she muttered.

"Both of your obsessions will now collide, Kevin. I am so close to you I could hear you scream," Kevin scowled and refrained from forming a fist; his bloody and wounded hands were in no shape to.

"The woman before you will die in one minute if you do not go up to the door before you, and lock it with the key attached to the recorder. However, if you do lock the door, it will not be unlocked until a little less than an hour passes. As you are well aware of, I will be gone from this building by that time. So make your choice, Kevin. Will Mary die for the sake of dozens of people that you seem to find 'innocent'? Will you come and stop me so that the worthless scum of this planet will continue to live and never learn their lesson? Or will you learn yours and keep this woman alive?" Kevin grabbed the brown hair on his head as he listened to Mary's screams of help. "Make your choice, Kevin. Let the game begin."

Kevin ran to the door that led to the next room, recorder in his pocket. His hands banged against it as he realized it was made of metal. The detective pulled out his pistol and shot the door. The bullet dinged off the door harmlessly.

"Please—please help me!" Mary pled.

"Shut up!" Kevin responded. He held his head with one hand and pointed the gun at Mary with the other. "Just…shut up."

Suddenly, a curved blade emerged from the wall that Mary was pinned against. The blade pressed hard against Mary's wrist and cut downward across it as the blade submerged back into the wall. Blood shot from Mary's wrist as skin was ripped away from it. Blood-soaked flesh dangled from the side of her hand as she gave a violent shriek.

"God damn it, help me!" she demanded as Kevin simply stared.

Kevin put his pistol back into its sheath as he pulled the recorder out of his pocket and removed the key that was taped to the back.

A second curved blade appeared and cut across Mary's other wrist. The tip of the blade sunk into her skin and sliced through veins like a knife cuts meat. Streams of blood exploded from her severed veins and ran down her arm. Strips of chopped skin fell to the floor as Mary gave another shriek of pain. Blood oozed from her wrists and splattered as it hit the floor.

"Put the fucking key in! Put it in!" she cried in pain as Kevin walked up to the door. He held the key tightly in his hand as he moved to put it in the lock.

"Come on! Come on, damn it!" Mary continued to scream as Kevin stood at the door, struggling to make his decision.

"I-I can't…" Kevin said finally; he let the recorder drop to the ground and placed his hand against the door. "I'm sorry."

Two more blades shot out from the wall. Both of them wrapped around Mary's exposed ankles and cut deeply to the sides as they delved back into the wall. Like a potato peeler, skin was removed along with the cutting of the blades. Blood sprayed from her ankles for a moment before it violently flowed from the open wound.

"You bastard!!" she shrieked, sobbing directly afterwards as she shook her head violently. "I didn't do anything! I didn't do anything! I just want my son back! I just want my son!"

Kevin threw the key to the ground and opened the metal door. He dared not to look at Mary as he left the room, slamming the door behind him.

"Come back!" she yelled. "Come back and get me out of here! I don't deserve this!"

Mary looked to the floor and saw the key that Kevin left behind. "Please, please!" she shouted, as if the key was going to lock the door itself.

Another blade emerged from the wall and pressed against Mary's neck. It pressed hard and caused a thin stream of blood to run down her neck. "No, no, no!" she cried as the blade violently cut across her neck.

A shower of blood sprayed from her neck and fell down like a mist onto the floor below. Mary attempted to mutter something as the blade moved back into the wall. A river of blood moved down her neck as she let her head lay limp forward. A small puddle of blood formed underneath her as the liquid continued to drop from every limb of her deceased body.

Jade turned the recorder around, looking away from the note that was attached to the back of it. A key was taped on the front of the recorder and Jade quickly removed it.

"I think that's the key to this chain, Jade!" Harold said as he used both hands to tug on the cuff wrapped around his neck. "Quick; let me see it!"

The girl looked up at Harold. Her eyes were still red from crying over Isaac's violent death. "No, not yet," she said with a hard swallow.

"Jade, come on!" Roy's father shouted as let his hands fall to his side.

"I need to see what Jigsaw wants, first," she said as she let her thumb rub against the play button.

"To hell what he wants! Let me out of here!" Harold responded.

"Hello Harold," Jigsaw said as Jade pressed the play button. "Your son Roy is dead. How does that make you feel?" he asked as Harold looked on with confused eyes.

"Roy's—" Harold said as he shook his head slowly.

"Given the history of your affection to Roy, you probably don't feel anything at all. You were so distraught over the death of your wife, Lisa, that you stopped caring for your son. You became harsh to him and forced him into the profession of a police officer. Most importantly, you knew about his addiction to drugs, but you ignored it and figured the problem would work itself out. You claimed that if Roy wasn't strong enough to get rid of the addiction himself, he deserved whatever came to him, even death."

Jade looked to Harold who simply kept staring at the recorder. Jade knew how tough of a father Harold had been to Roy, but she didn't realize he was that cruel.

Jigsaw continued. "You could've given Roy the help he needed rather than completely ignore him. You didn't bother to help him; he was way over his head. Now you'll lose yours if Jade decides to ignore you. Jade, if you decide to use the key to save Harold, you will not be able to use it to open the door to the next room. And if you choose this path, you will be able to fully meet with the person who is responsible for Roy's death. After all…that is your obsession, right? But I can guarantee you that if you save Harold you will gain your freedom in a few hours. What'll it be, Jade? Will you fight or follow your obsession? Make your choice—let the game begin."

"Jade, please!" Harold cried as he tugged in vain on the cuff clutching his neck.

"'Please' what?" Jade said with a scoff as she wiped her eyes with her sleeve. "I never liked you much anyways. You were never nice to Roy, even during family occasions. Now I found out you didn't bother to help him with his addiction even when you knew?"

"He wasn't gonna listen to me, Jade! You know Roy…he's too stubborn!" Harold attempted to reason with Jade. He held onto the cuff tightly, feeling as if the end was coming soon. He couldn't have that much time left.

Mechanical whirring started and Jade looked up to the ceiling. "Geez," she muttered, "it's just like Isaac again." She remembered the guilt she felt when he died. Why hadn't she felt this guilt before the drug dealer died? Jade was too infuriated at Isaac to care about his fate. Perhaps the only reason Jade did feel guilty was by the manner of Isaac's death. This was a mind game—a game that Jigsaw played very well.

"Jade!" Harold screamed. "Don't leave me to die! I'm sorry! Have mercy on me!" he pleaded as he looked to Jade with tears in his eyes. "What would Roy want you to do?"

Jade held the key tightly; her hand shook as she let her other hand drop the recorder to the floor.

What would Roy want? Would he want revenge on his father for his inaction? No…Roy would want Jade to forgive him.

The widow moved forward with the key shaking in her hand. "I don't think you deserve it…but—"

Jade was interrupted by a loud clank, then a portion of the wall behind Harold moved. A large block pushed out against the back of Harold's head. "Aaah!!" he screamed as he squeezed his eyes tightly.

Snap!

Harold's head was pushed forward and off of his neck. Blood splattered into the air and against the block as Harold's head dangled by several strips of skin. The metal cuff released itself and Harold's body fell to the floor. A pool of blood formed between the gap of space in Harold's head and neck.

Jade stepped back and screamed as blood splattered against her clothes. "Oh my God!" she cried as she let the key drop to the floor and she covered her mouth. Her eyes were wide as she stared down at the body of her late husband's father.

To be continued…