Disclaimer: I don't own Saw.
I'm A Jigsaw Killer
Chapter 5: Let The Game Begin
Scott sat in the dark on an old creaking chair, watching John hanging by the wrists in the center on the room.
'Come on! Wake up, old man! Playtime must begin.'
About 20 minutes passed, with a very impatient Scott fidgeting with a remote in his hands. John began to stir. He looked around, trying to adjust his eyes to the darkness of the room. He noticed he was hanging with his hands above his head. He started to shake, trying to free himself.
Scott flicked a lightswitch. The lights came on. John blinked a few times and looked around. Scott was sitting in a chair on top of a large and tall table. The room had a very high ceiling. John's hands were handcuffed to a chain. The chain was connected to the ceiling and then winded down a wall and back over to Scott where it flowed underneath the table.
"Hello Jigsaw," said Scott.
"What is this? What do you think you're doing?"
"Look at your arms, John"
John looked up. Around his arms were 3 rings. Connected to these rings were metal devices. On the devices were several large razor blades. John looked back down at Scott. Scott clicked a button on his remote. A door on the other side of the room opened. Several large vicious and hungry dogs entered the room and immediatley looked up at John. Scott and Adam had picked up these stray dogs over the past weeks.
"We poured some meaty oils on you. Plus theres raw meat in your pockets. If you couldn't tell, these dogs haven't been fed for a few days now." The dogs barked and leaped at John who still hung 15 feet above them.
"Well," commented John. "It's obvious why I'm here, now what do you want me to do?"
"I want to play a game, John. Only, it's a bit different than your games."
John cocked an eyebrow. "How so? Enlighten me."
"This is a riddle game. I ask you a riddle. If you answer correctly at least 10 times, then I'll let you down. If you answer incorrectly once, then those blades slice the skin off your arms. If you answer incorrectly twice, then the blades will rake through your muscle and fat. After that, whenever you are incorrect, your chain will lower you a few feet to the dogs. Understand?"
"Either way, I lose. So what's the point."
"Look at the table at the side of the room."
John struggled to turn his head. On the table there were knives, swords, maces, chains, pipes and many other destructive weapons.
"If I let you down, I'll get the dogs out of the room. Then we both take a visit to the table over there. In the end, only one of us will get out of here."
"Fair enough. Let the game begin." John smirked.
"Riddle one: A man walks down the street and sees 2 birds. One walks left and one walks right, but never separate. How is this possible?"
"That's easy," said John. "It's the bird's shadow."
"Correct...Riddle two: There is something that is nothing, but it has a name. It joins our walks; it joins our talks; it plays in every game. What is it?"
John shifted a bit, thinking it over. "Hurry up, John. Time's running out." said Scott. John was unable to answer the question.
"The answer is your shadow." Scott clicked a button on his remote. The razors activated and glided down John's arms, slicing the skin off slowly. John screamed in agony as his skin fell to the ground and was soon gobbled up by the hounds.
Scott continued with the riddles, John answered correctly for the rest of them so Scott led the dogs out of the room and let John down. They walked over to the table to start their game.
