"Hello again, Dr. Gordon. You know why you are here so I will not waste your time repeating myself. You are here to play one last game. You almost learned your lesson. Almost… but that isn't good enough. As you probably saw by now, the walls are mirrors. If you break a single one, you will be rather… unlucky. There are three keys of different sizes and colors. You must find them and also find a door. There are, however, some things that will make it… not so simple. There is a certain snake venom also known as "liquid pain". This is because all it does is constantly and relentlessly stimulate pain receptors where ever it contacts them. This puts great stress on the heart and the mind. After losing so much blood and enough sedatives to keep you knocked out for five days, stress would be fatal. Yes, five days, Adam is dead Dr. Gordon, but you are not. My question is did you escape to live or to help Adam? I guess I'll find out. Do you want to live, Gordon? Live or die, make your choice. Let the game begin."
Gordon screamed at the tape recording and threw it at the ground. It shattered and little pieces flew everywhere at high speeds. "NOOOOOOOOOO! You son of a bitch! Why don't you pick on a murderer? I wasn't THIS bad a person, was I? Let me out! Let me out! First, my family… Then Adam…" Poor Adam… He didn't deserve what happened to him… Gordon had a moment of silence for Adam but after that he made his way by crawling forward, yelling for help, just in case….Oh, who am I kidding? No one can hear me… Jigsaw made sure of that… I'm probably deep underground somewhere…
Gordon stopped screaming for help. He had to save his energy. He had no way of telling how big this place was but if Jigsaw was as cruel as he thought he was, it would be like a football stadium… laced with land mines… and bombs… and dead bodies that can still scream in your mind if you look at them… scream with the horrid pain they are some how still going through… No! I mustn't think like this! I have to get out! I can't let him win…not him…no…I will get out if for no other reason then to KILL this… jigsaw…
"Hehehehehe…oh, yes…. I will kill you….in the most horrid way possible that will make even YOU scream for help!" Dr. Gordon laughed like a lunatic and then wore a disturbing smile made worse with the dirt and grim that had collected over the past couple days. Gordon crawled around through various pathways, doubling back a lot after finding a dead end. He also avoided several tripwires very carefully… He did know of the venom mentioned and he saw it's devastating effects once… He never wanted to see them again. In liquid form, it was deadly enough but in gas form, it only caused pain. Not just in the exterior either, it permeates the skin all the way to the bone. Gordon knew he was slowly losing his sanity, it's probably to late to recover it, but insanity was what was keeping him going at this point. Pain would not only work to kill him with a heart attack but also make him lose what little mental strength he had left. If he lost any more nerve, Gordon would probably collapse on the cold concrete and stay there till he dies. Killing jigsaw, however, gave him purpose! Plus, a thought that never struck him before… What if his family were still alive. It wasn't likely, but neither was this, so why not? Zep never said they died. People might have heard and got them help! Gordon, as a doctor, know of many cases were people survive gunshot wounds! Hell, he shot Adam! And… well, he's now dead, but not because of the gun shot wound! …Right?
"Yes, I will see my family… AND kill Jigsaw! Now, I HAVE to live! I can't pass this up just because I sawed of my leg!" That's when Gordon stopped crawling. He realized he couldn't feel the bottom part of the injured leg. He sat down and examined it. Gordon was a doctor and while most people would notice this and say 'Oh good! One less thing that's hurting!', Gordon knew better. The wound's bleeding had ceased but it was obviously not taken care of. The opened-ended cast-like thing showed him what he had feared. The bottom of what remained of his leg had turned a bluish black color and was numb to any feeling. He noticed also a slight smell coming from it. Gordon knew what it was but he didn't want to. It was a form of gangrene known as "wet". It was a fast spreading form that was known to be deadly if left for about a week or longer. Dr. Gordon couldn't tell where it began and were it ended without further tests, nevertheless it wasn't good. Just my luck, I lived from sawing my own fucking foot off and I get to die from a treatable disease! I treated this before! Gordon sat there, looking at where his foot used to be. He missed it, you can't blame him, he was rater attached to it…