O.O;;; CRAP! I forgot the disclaimer AND the author's notes last chapter! ... sorry everyone, this time I remembered! XP

Disclaimer: I don't own Gordon, Adam, Jigsaw, or any other "SAW" stuff... surely you know that by now...

Author's Notes (a.k.a. me rambling): PLEASE reveiw! please? please? please? please? please? TY! I did research on that last chapter so I hope you liked it. I'm trying to make the chapters longer but I looked and chapter 2 wasn't much better than chapter 1. I'm really sorry about that... but I'm gonna try to make them longer ... sigh ... oh well, I hope you like it! (btw: REVIEW!)

"Shit, now I'm pissed." Dr. Gordon maneuvered into the crawling position. He continued going in a generally straight line, sometimes reaching a fork in the mirrored paths, hoping he would reach a corner. People usually put stuff in the corner when they don't want it to be noticed. This is when he started looking at the different pathways and noticing he would have more then trip wire traps to deal with. Gordon looked down a pathway. It was, he guessed, one hour since he awoke up in this NEW shit hole and he was a little tired. He started to crawl down this particular passage and felt a sharp pain in his hand and cold steel as well. He stopped to see what he cut himself on and found it was a razor blade spray painted so that it wouldn't shine and it would blend in with the floor. Gordon tossed it aside. He checked his hand, the cut wasn't deep at all but it hurt like hell along with the rest of him, minus the bottom part of his one leg.

"You know what?" he thought out-loud, "You know what's my luck? I'm gonna get tetanus from this. I can see it now, my grave stone will read 'To escape, he thought of everything……except tetanus.'" Gordon shook his head sadly and continued down this path, paying close attention to the ground. Every square inch had one, sometimes two razor blades. They were so sharp, Dr. Gordon cut himself from just moving them out of his way. The task was madding to the point where he just wanted to say 'the hell with it!' and rush through but he didn't want to risk bleeding to death like he did before.

Gordon couldn't believe he thought he would make it. I should have known better! I went to college and even a 4th grader could have told me I would die! I should have shot Adam… or better yet gave him the poisoned cigarette. He wanted one anyway and it would probably be better then starving or dehydrating. Dr. Gordon shuddered. He really didn't mind death. It's when the death is torturous and slow that drives him insaneHe sincerely hoped that Adam had the nerve to shoot himself. Gordon looked at his reflection in the mirror right next to him. This was one of the ones that were normal (Hah! What could ever be normal in a place like this? In conditions like this?) and really looked at himself for a long while. He saw his refection before now, obviously, but never really stopped to really LOOK.

He was a mess. Blood, sweat, and tears were on his shirt along with the dirt, grim, and vomit from the bathroom. He was glistening with a cold sweat and didn't even notice. He had an odd look in his eyes… he didn't like it. It was that horrid look Zep had when he walked in, ready to shoot to kill. Or perhaps put them out of their misery. He stopped for a moment to think. Jigsaw was smart to have pulled of what he did. Well, as long as he doesn't include physics in his test I'll live. I had to cheat my way through that class. How big is this place? I have to be near the edge now…

After what seems like forever, not only is there razor blades everywhere but the trip wires have increased. Instead of single strands, Jigsaw made them more like hurtles with was bad if you were crawling (but that was better than hopping on one foot…). The first time this happened, Gordon almost lost his balance and put his hand on the wall mirror to his left. It bowed badly under his weight. He looked at it, surprised.

"What?" Gordon spoke aloud, "You even weakened the mirrors? As if they weren't easy to break normally… I'm always breaking the hand mirror when I try to use it…heh… maybe that's why I haven't found the door yet…bad luck…" He continued over the trap, trying not to use the mirror for support to much. He managed to not harm the mirror or activate the gas trap. "Well, this will be a red letter day for me yet! I just hope I can get to those keys. I still have to find that door…" he looked around, "not here…. Time to move on…"

"Time is indeed short, Dr. Gordon. You were lucky to have chose the right path in the beginning. Now you are close upon the traps. How will you fair I wonder?" Jigsaw watched from his warehouse what Gordon was doing on monitors. He had hid cameras along the correct of the two paths in the ceiling. Jigsaw was surprised Gordon never noticed. "Now, you will soon see what you are truly up against!"

So there it is! I'll try to get the next one up sooner! I need to work on that... so, anyway, hope you enjoyed it