Mason was boiling in rage, rage and terror. "This goddamn freak knows everything about me, how the hell does he know about Ruby!" he thought. He now recongized every phrase on the list. They were all events pertaining to his own life, and they were all very private. "I swear when I get out of here, your gonna wish you fell into a fuckin meat grinder!" yelled Mason loudly to the grave empty silence that served as his only companion. He reached forward and grabbed the pencil that lay next to the bloody paper. It was clear that he was supposed to write a number in the empty middle column, and using common sense he had to write the number that related to the events in the first column. "Number of students, don't know what he means by that, I'll just do the rest and figure it out later." thought Mason. Ruby's Birthday was the next one. Ruby was a nickname he had for his wife that had been given to her when she tripped over a bucket of priceless ruby's during a arcealogical dig in Egypt. The only people that knew about it were her and Mason, seeing as though they had been alone when it had happened. He scribbled down April 4th in the blank middle column.
The next one "Grand Finale" referred to his private life of murder. On the last day of school for his students he was going to trap every one and give them the ultimate puzzle, the puzzle of their lives. He jotted down May 5th. Next up was "Retirement". That was probably meaning the day he planned on retiring from "educational services". January 1st was produced from the sharp lead of of the pencil. The final event, "Crimson tomorrow Release" was obvious. His favorite war movie from the 70's, Crimson tomorrow had recently been released on DVD. He wrote down March 20th.
Now he looked over at the third column. All that was written was ABC at the top. "What the fuck is he talking about?" said Mason out loud. He just didn't know so he put his head down and started think of his family.

Mike understood the puzzle and was angry, very angry. "YOU FUCKIN STALKER! HOW THE HELL DO YOU KNOW ALL THIS? Mike screamed into the blinking red light of the camera. Then the freaks raspy voice entered his mind. " You each have two hours to escape or else your traps will be activated." He knew regardless of what was written he had to solve the puzzle, he had already been here for an hour and a half. Mike couldn't belive that he had been in this dump for that long already. He put pencil to paper and started jotting down numbers and dates. When he was done he looked at what he had. March 3rd, December 18th, 21, June 19th and August 8th. "What, is the answer supposed to magically fuckin appear now?" said Mike softly. " I feel like Im back in damn kindergarten, learing my ABC's and 12------. Mike looked at the blank boxes and the crudely drawn beginning of the alphabet. "Holy shit I get it"

Mason was now think of nothing but his wonderful wife Lacy. Being an account manager for one of the biggest law firms in the country could be a boring job, so stemming from that Lacy loved music. All the classics, Led Zepin, Black Sabbeth, even The Beach Boys. He thought about some of the songs she used to sing and smiled. In a cracked voiced Mason started to sing. "Abc, 123, baby you and me girl." For some reason that line stuck in his head like a rat lured into some delicious cheese. "Abc...123... I KNOW IT!' Mason cried triumphantly.

"The number in the dates is the number of the letter!" said Mike excitedly. For the first box he saw the letter would be C since the number of the first phrase was 3. Next would be... He thought for a moment, R. Then U, followed by S and finally H. "CRUSH, what the fuck's that mean?" Mike had hardly finished his sentence when the think leather straps holding him in place somehow released him. Next the flow of electricity that had been coming into the room abrutly vanished. He stood as quickly as his sore body would allow. Just in time also, because at that very moment the device holding the glimmering axe in place beeped and the deadly blade was released. It slammed into the spot in the chair where Mike's face had been seconds before with a loud "THUWUMP". Falling from the device as well was another silver tape recorder with another PLAY ME on it. "Oh fuck that!" yelled mike as he ran for the door. "DAMMIT!" he cried out when he noticed for the first time that the gray metal door had a flimsy lock on it. He grabbed the lock and shook it as hard as he could, nothing."AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH NOOOOO!" LET ME OUTT!" 'PLEASE GOD PLEASE!" screamed Mike into the still blinking of the cameras devilish blinking red light. Blink, Blink, Blink, Blink.

NOTE: I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter as much I as did writing it. The next one, Chapter 5 shall be the final one in this story, but don't worry. If people seem to like the whole thing then IM going to be writing a sequel that will involve Lacy, so look forward to that. Also I may be writing a much more mature SAW fanfic with a new cast and new plot. That will be found in the M rated section for saw fanfics, that is if I decide to do it. So I hope you liked reading this and get ready for the shocking conclusion to: The Games.