Todd Harris had been in the dark room for an eternity in his mind. The walls seemed to look back at him with a hellish reminder of his fate. It was rare that anyone would be lucky enough to pass Jigsaw's tests, and those that did became mutilated freaks with scars to all ways remember their under appreciation of life. Todd stepped up and as he did the chain tucked as if it was the devil's grasp keeping him in hell. His throat was sore as he had tried yelling out for help. The thought of water touching his lips seemed to be his idea of heaven at this point. With that thought he heard something in the stillness, footsteps. The jiggling of keys became apparent, it was a blessing and yet Todd knew that it was either the killer or Leo both of whom he intended to cut with the hacksaw in search of freedom. The door swung up abruptly with the clang of rusted metal. A man in a black cloak walked through. Todd pretended to be dead and it wasn't hard as he had not bathed in a considerable amount of time. The killer walked to Todd and patted him down, and nodded, acknowledging his playing dead. He reached into his paper and took out a "present" wrapped in newspaper. Before he could place it in Todd's lap, Todd sprang to life and cut the cloaked man's throat with a fury. This would be killer was dead before he could hit the floor. Todd grabbed the corpse fresh with warm blood and pulled it over revealing the face. A face with a sewn shut mouth. Todd did not recognize the dead man's face but knew he had murdered a man as innocent as he.
"Fuck!" Todd breathed in collected his conscience and went through the man's pockets. Perhaps he had something that could be used to jimmy his lock open. Nothing of use was on his person except Jigsaw's tape recorder, and the man's wallet. Todd knew the recording held this man's doom but he couldn't bring himself to listen to it just yet and with that he opened the wallet. The Driver's License read Frederick Childton. The man was a doctor as his business card read. He pushed the side with the others. This truly was a room of death and Todd would probably be a corpse soon enough. Todd shut his eyes and began to think, he took a deep breath and reached for the present Childton had given him. It was wrapped in newspaper but with great care bearing a head line of particular interest.
"John Kramer, the Jigsaw Killer, dies at age 57"
John Kramer, a man who used bizarre killings to make victims appreciate their lives has died of complications from colon cancer, he was 57 years old. Kramer who had been living in West Arlington Nursing Home had been battling cancer for nearly three years. His tragic bouts with the disease lead him down the horrific path to become an infamous serial killer whose name is now embedded in infamy. For nearly a year the Jigsaw Killer as Kramer would soon be called terrorized the metro area with bizarre crimes using the mantra of "Life". Kramer is thought to be responsible for the deaths of 17 people, several missing person cases are also believed to be the result of Jigsaw. Before contracting the disease Kramer was viewed as the perfect family man whom his friends called caring. "I can't remember a time John wasn't looking out for someone in need. He had a big heart only matched by his ingenuity in the field of engineering. In a sense the real John Kramer died when he was learned of his illness. John took his mortality and turned it into something wrong and evil" said a friend who understandably wished to remain anonymous. The Jigsaw killer has been the subject of great interest in the psychiatric world. Several articles have been written trying to analyze Kramer's bizarre nature. Kramer himself was interviewed by this very paper in his confinement. The reiteration of "Life being a blessing" was what Kramer continued to say to reporter Steven Sheppard. The paper containing Kramer's interview sold a record number of copies. Kramer has also been the subject of several books including the recently published "The Final Piece of the Puzzle" written by retired homicide detective Allison Kerry who spent a great deal of time working on the Jigsaw case. "I can't comprehend the evil I saw at those crime scenes." Kerry said. "It defiantly changed my perspective of how I view the world. I use to be able in some ways to tolerate crime scenes after being on the force for years but with Kramer I couldn't anymore. He ate at my soul which no doubt would have pleased him. I hope now that everyone he made suffer can find peace" The Metro Police Department refused to comment saying it would "jeopardize an investigation into similar Jigsaw like crimes". Kramer is to be buried in a private service at Forest Green Cemetery on Tuesday.
Kramer wasn't responsible for what was going on here. Harris knew that. This monster was playing games, in truth Harris wished it was Kramer who put him in this shackle, because then the rules would be clearer. Harris shook his head at what he was thinking, maybe he'd go insane before being rescued. The present that the dead man provided was a tape recorder. Todd pressed play.
"This is the Last Will and Testament of John Morgan Kramer…