Saw III: Sadistic Psychosis
Disclaimer: The original plot and characters is property of the makers of Saw.
Rating: The rating for this one is M. The last one was T because it only contained a little bit of swears.
Connection (third person)
Jordan Ryman, Wilson Hunt, and Eric Mathews all woke up in a room similar to the one where Lawrence Gordon had been trapped in. Each of them was already feeling the vertigo after effects of the liquid they were injected with. The walls were tiled and the area looked unsanitary. Eric, eyes opened so wide it looked like they would fall out, immediately yelled in terror.
"Daniel! Jesus Christ help! Help! You damn bitch kidnapped my son! Give me my son back!"
Jordan pushed himself closer to the wall and watched him shout. The small cold feeling of the room made them all feel uneasy. The walls appeared to be weak and brittle, but this was the least important of their problems. Wilson was pacing around, talking to himself as he did. Eric then got up and checked everything. He kept hitting objects and walls as if he were searching for something. The room contained one metal door, two giant mirrors on one wall, and a chair. Jordan sat on the chair, feeling exhausted for some reason. As this happened, a loud ticking could be heard behind the mirror.
"What the hell did you do? What the FUCK did you do?" Eric shouted, holding the seventeen year old by the shirt.
"I swear I didn't do anything! Get off me!" Jordan fell to the floor pushing himself away from Eric with his legs.
Wilson did not do anything but sit against the door. The ticking made the vibe feel creepier.
"Okay, let's see. Names and who we are yeah?" Eric said, cracking his fingers and knuckles. He looked strange and extremely off edge. His eyes were watering and his face looked depressed.
"Fine, I'll go first. My name is Jordan, and I wanna know where the hell I am."
"Just call me Hunt. And I would like to know where we are too. Especially from mister crazy-ass-man-who-is-looking-for-Daniel."
This only made an awkward silence again. The ticking was getting louder and louder. It was digging through their minds and etching a permanent scar within their thoughts, slowly and efficiently making them insane by the second. The tension only rose as the ticking grew louder and each of the men were looking at the mirror in complete horror and suspense. It was mocking them and teasing them to the length of total brutality. It made them think of such vast amounts of gruesome thoughts. All... because... of... a... simple...timer.
"MAKE IT FUCKING STOP!"
The mirror blew in pieces, shooting scraps of glass and tiny parts of thin metal. Jordan was cut by a little piece and ran out of the blast radius. Wilson got up and watched what remained. A girl of about the age of sixteen fell out, with her hand tied to a tape recorder. She coughed and sat up watching the strangers. She then rested her hand over a healing gash in her ribs and noticed that each of the others had not yet discovered the healing cuts on their right chests.
"Oh my God! Where the hell am I?"
The Ultimate Challenge (third person)
Derek Ballard, Cody Johnson, and Julio Gonzalez all woke up in a different room than the others. A television set and a VCR had been placed in the middle of the room just for them. This area had concrete walls and one metal door. The three of them had contraptions on their heads in which ran on a timer of two hours. Derek walked up to the VCR and played the cassette inside. It showed a room with four human bodies on tables. Then the voice came in a more diabolic sound then the previous Jigsaw killer.
"Derek, Cody, and Julio. Congratulations, you are part of my first experiment. The three of you have done a swell job in killing thirty-five people. However, what happens when you are the one with your lives at stake? What are on your heads are devices. These devices cannot be broken so save your energy on the main objective. Derek, when your time expires, the small blades will drive themselves inside your head. What is disturbing is that you will not die instantly. Pain will take place as an excruciating headache and you will slowly die smelling and tasting the blood that compensates for all the murder you have done. This goes for you too Cody. Julio, your device will slowly crush your head as the screws tighten on the sides. Then when it stops, leaving you in complete agony, the blades in the front, back, and sides will lower themselves making you stab YOURself every time you flail about. Oh yes, you have to move, or the blades on top of the ceiling will eventually fall too when the time expires. Since you are in a dire situation, you get a very important clue. The key is within the heart and soul of the others. "X" marks the spot for this location and it also marks the spot for a safe place."
Despite the recommendation of the man, they still tried to remove the apparatus on each other's heads. The machines made the murderers look even more sinister and very scary. Three weapons were left near the door: A machete, a knife, and a sledge hammer. Derek reached for the machete. Cody grabbed the sledge hammer and passed the knife to Julio.
"Christ, he wants us to find a key in, uh, wait... two hours! Where the fuck are we going to find the keys?" Julio said, trying to remove the mechanism.
"You heard the damn tape. "X" marks the spot. It is in the heart and soul of the others. Who are the other people?" Cody managed to maintain his calmness.
"Listen, the people in the tape. They probably know right? So when that door opens we go looking for them. Easy as cake." Derek reassured them, sounding a bit nervous.
"Well you better be right because I am not going to die for you or Julio."
The timer on the door read two minutes. When it finishes, it will be the time where all the gore will unfold.
Back To The Somewhat Innocent (third person)
The new girl was watching the floor in silence. Nobody knew what to say, as if someone was going to hurt them if they were to talk. The silence was broken by the playing of the tape. On it came a female voice this time.
"Hello, Maria."
