Disclaimer: I don't own saw or any of these charactors

Author's Notes: This is my first time submiting a fan fiction and my first time writing a saw fic. so I want your honest opions. All reveiws are welcome: )

Dr. Gordon crawled away from the bathroom. It won't be the room he'll die in. Oh no, it wouldn't, but the hallway might. He gritted his teeth in pain and determination. He had to get out, to get help. Not just for him, but for poor Adam, stuck in hell and now facing it alone. It made him feel like shit. Gordon could heard Adam's screams for him to come back faintly in the distance. It (along with pain, shock, and hopelessness) made him collapse.

He tried to get back up but the pain was to unbearable and all Dr. Gordon could do was weep and cry out weekly for help. He heard a gunshot dimly but it didn't quite register. He had lost a lot of blood and he felt more and more sleepy. Gordon fought it knowing it was the sleep of death and yet, at the same time, he wondered why he should fight it. He wasn't going to survive…

"I'm gonna die here…Aren't I?…" Gordon was about to except his death when he heard a voice right behind him.

"Not here, not now, not if I can stop the bleeding for you." The voice was horse and whoever was talking coughed violently, then continued. "Hello Dr. Gordon." Gordon's eyes went wide. Is this the one who put me here? But…Zep…HE was it…wasn't he? "You have failed my game, and yet, you DID survive. I should kill you now but, I'm feeling generous." The voice laughed a little but it turned into a coughing fit. "I will give you one last chance." Gordon finally gathered the strength and courage to look at the voice. It was the man in the room before…minus the huge bullet wound.

"I thought you were dead." Gordon said thickly.

"And I thought you were dying."

Gordon stopped trying to figure it out and fainted.

Gordon slowly woke up. A small dingy looking bulb was hanging from the ceiling of the room he was in. He could barely move but his mind was in a panic. Oh God NO! no… Gordon laid there until he could sit up. When he did, he simply observed in horror the room in witch he was trapped.

Dr. Gordon, with his sawed off leg in a cast (open at the bottom), was in the middle of a square piece of concrete floor with to obvious pathways leading off to who knows what horrors. Every wall was made of mirror. Not all of them were normal. Some were twisted or distorted, like a fun house. The nasty, cruddy ceiling had pipes coming out at some places but mostly it was just gross and a little to low. Gordon thought that if he would stand, his hair would never forgive him for letting it touch that ceiling. The floor was cracked and rather dirty but not all that bad. It did have grates in it though and for some reason they struck Dr. Gordon as odd or out of place…

That's when he saw the big red "X" beside him with a cassette player in the middle. Gordon shrunk away at first but knew he had to play the tape inside. After a moment of indecision, Dr. Gordon pressed "play".

There will be more to come! ... but I would like to get reviews first incase this is really bad or something x.x; ... Yeah, so, R&R!