Dr Lynn felt like she was losing her sanity. Her life had been going from worse to worse. Her husband was increasingly consumed with an endless desire for vengeance, and had no time for her or her child. She was being worked to the bone to manage all the little chores for her child. Get them to school, make sure they eat, make sure they do their homework, make sure they don't get bullied, make sure they have good clothes, every little thing while working as a full time doctor.

She wanted them dead as well. She hated that she hadn't done enough to protect her child, hated herself. After he checked out of her marriage she had sought some temporary pleasure with another man, Chris, but even he hadn't respected that doctors have unpleasant schedules, and he wanted her to get a divorce.

It was just endless pressure. No one was on her side.

Then she'd been abducted and thrown into this madhouse, with the serial killer John Kramer and his psychotic apprentice Amanda. John had been nice enough, but she could see that Amanda was eyeing her with increasing jealousy. She had at least appreciated a lower pressure patient than most of her hospital appointments. She had even started to appreciate how nice Kramer was. He was polite, asked good questions, and didn't shout at her.

This last request was a bit too much.

She held the writhing thing in her hand. Her head hurt when she tried to remember where it had come from. Whispers burnt in her mind. She pushed them aside. She needed to operate.

She went to Kramer, his brain sac open and exposed, the copper smell of blood in the air.

"It was a thick steel door. How did he get through it so quickly?" Kramer asked Amanda.

"He just ripped off the bars, like they were glass. He was never this strong before. Then he used a flamethrower from his hand to make a barrier between himself and the door."

"Is he dying at least? It took a long time to collect all those old syringes and smash the glass so that Macgyver could feel the poison he has brought to our lives within. Did Laura turn on him.

Amanda shook her head. "No. He just keeps on walking. I've seen him cough up blood, but he's not going down. And Laura..." She looked down. "He convinced her with the power of friendship to give him her only antidote. I saw them hug."

She lowered the thing in her hand onto Kramer's skull. It looked up at her, and the whispers intensified for a moment. She knew what she had to do. She went to grab the syringe of the green, twisting substance from the table.

Kramer spoke. "He needs to die. There's a saying I heard when researching his habits. That game he played with his allies. Rocks fall, everyone dies. It's time to end him."

She injected the creature with the syringe. It pulsed, its flesh expanding and contracting in impossible ways, and burrowed into Kramer's brain. She felt her pulse slow as the whispers died away.

Kramer grimaced. "Thank you, Lynn. You did a very good job. You succeeded at something."

Amanda glared at her, her fists tightening.

This wasn't gonna be a good day.

I turned to Judge Hayden, slowly walking towards him. "Remember that weird dream you had?"

Adam spoke up. "Three nights ago. You were sleeping with your mistress that night, Tabitha. She'd promised you a special night, with extra favors. The one you bore your second child to, after your wife. She added something to your wine that night, and you slept great."

The judge looked at him with disgust. "That's an outrageous violation of privacy. You should be ashamed."

I wiggled my fingers. "You got a special toy implanted. I need it. Take your shirt off."

He backed away. "I won't let you do it. You can't just rip me apart." He started backing away. Adam stepped forward but I raised a hand.

"Jeff, this man helped your son's killer to get free. He freed many criminals. There's a saying in my homeland. 'Pity them not and scorn their cries of innocence- it is better that one hundred innocently fall before the wrath of the Emperor than one kneels before the Daemon.' He freed a demon. Now he's endangering your wife and child by refusing to undergo a bit of pain. Hold him down.

Jeff advanced with a smile on his face. Hayden put his hands up, but he was no match for Jeff, who quickly overpowered him.

"Vengeance solves nothing." Hayden said, struggling weakly.

"There is no place for the weak willed or hesitant. Only by firm action and resolute faith will mankind survive. No sacrifice is too great. No treachery too small." I said. Then, I pulled his shirt up, and thrust my hand into the scar on his side. Digging around inside, I soon found the device jammed up by his stomach, and assembled it.

SS ranked electronic jammer and scanner. 20 HP, 5 armor. Manufactured by an expert in technology with technology that should not exist in this world this can detect, copy, destroy and counter any electromagnetic signals nearby. Made by Daniel Matthews.

I waved it up in the air. "This, Judge Hayden, is why I needed to open you up. Jigsaw has been showing increasing electronic mastery, above and beyond his normal mechanical traps. Given his last two traps I'm worried- yep."

I paced over to the walls, and tore off a rusted steel access panel. Behind it was another explosive.

"See here? He's got a remote triggered explosive." The device in my hand bleeped. "And it just got a signal. We should be wary off explosives and traps ahead."

I waved the explosive in from of Hayden's face. Hayden, grasping his side, begged me to not kill us all. Laura flinched back. Jeff didn't care. Adam looked like he was having the time of his life.

"See? I was saving your life. Now patch yourself up." I handed him some steel wire.

"This is dirty." He said, looking defeated.

I glanced at him.

"But I'll sew myself up anyway. You people." He shook his head. "No sense of morality."

Laura stepped up. "Aren't explosives against his code?"

I looked at her. "Only if he feels like it. Jigsaw has never been the fairest of people."

Adam waved his leg. "I was meant to die in his first game. I was set up to die."

I turned back forward. "Keep a sharp eye out for any more traps."

I had only gone a step further forward when Laura grabbed my shoulder. "Wait!"

I paused. Right in front of me was… I looked carefully. Then I saw where she was pointing. A razor thin tripwire, almost invisible in the darkness linked to- I carefully moved to check it over. Yep, another bomb.

"Thanks Laura."

She smiled back. "I'm not just any thief. I'm the best thief. I've stolen from some big people. Insulin isn't cheap. Medicine isn't cheap. I've got a good eye for things."

"You deserve lots of perks for that. I'll load you up later. You want to lead the way?"

"I do. I've thought on what you said and we'll do better together."

I looked at her, Jeff, and Adam.

"We're a team." Using almost my last points, I bought the perk Ka-tet, and felt my luck rise.

We headed through the dank, wet, corridor, Laura leading the way. She spotted several traps that had emerged. Looking it over, there was a secondary mechanical system through the place that Jigsaw had triggered somehow. They were well hidden enough to bypass my senses, but not hers. A bunch of mechanical traps which didn't need electricity had sprung up. I needed to remember my item wasn't everything.

Soon we got to the next room. There was a door, and in the movies it had been trapped. I was worried something bad was on the other end. I triggered Outside the box C, and burnt my rare hint. I was almost done with traps anyway.

"If you kick this down you'll find your entry more explosive than you would have expected. Your device has a few additions that may help."

That was a pretty good hint. I played with my scanner for a bit, and found a setting that let me sense metal through doors.

I found the door itself was wired up to blast you if you kicked it down. But not all of it. I rammed my fist through part of the door, widening open a trap, and peaked my head through. I could see actor Mpho Koaho, who had portrayed an idiot who had fed evil ants food on Goosebumps and made them gigantic before his short lived role in Saw 3 imprisoned in a massive mechanical trap and next to him, my friend, Cure, strapped up in his own mechanical machine.

They'd chained up my dog to a death machine!

I quickly disarmed the bomb, changing out the ignition cap with a deft motion, and unlocked the door. I held onto a string that was set to start both traps.

It wasn't enough. I could see a second wire leading away, which was tugged by someone else just as I entered. Both traps started.

"Hello Macgyver, I want to play a game." Spoke a voice.

I triggered my wisdom perk to give me a while to think things over.

There was a pair of glass cases with the key inside it, and a lock on it with some acid connected on the inside. Each case had a picture of a dog or a man on it. There was a shotgun inside each, and a bunch of wires that led me to believe this too had a mechanical trap on them. A second door had opened, and David Tapp was walking in, with a key chained into his hand, with a reverse bear trap on his neck. Cure and Timothy young were each strapped to a crucifix like machine with gears and exposed wires that would twist and kill them.

"Hold this still." I commanded Laura, handing her a wire, and dashed in.

"You have broken games, and your cheating ways has ruined so many people of the chance to free themselves from the chains of their mind." said the tape recorder.

I quickly jammed some spare pieces of metal in the gear. Cure whined, and Timothy screamed with pain as the machine started to twist their limbs, but it stopped, caught on the metal before it could do any more damage.

"I've brought an old friend to you, Detective Tapp. You broke his chance to be freed from his need for vengeance. Now we can see whose life you value most."

"Life is sacred." I muttered.

I scanned the wiring, and quickly tore out the wires that would make the trap work. The grinding stopped as the machine tried to squish hard steel.

Tapp spoke. "He's got a suicide collar on me! Stay away."

"If he moves too close to anyone, he will die." spoke the tape recorder.

I glanced over the locks on the pair. I couldn't easily rip it off. I needed the key.

"But there's a chance to live. The key in his hand will open open the locks to the cases. Make your choice." finished the tape recorder.

So, if I was to guess the idea, I'd need to kill Tapp to get the key, since it was locked to him, and then I could only save one of the two people here since the acid in the glass cases with keys to the trap would damage the keys before I could get to them. Thus I would learn the folly of my own ways, losing Tapp and some random black guy who was ok in Goosebumps in favour of my dog.

I waved my jammer. "I've blocked all signals. Come on, lets unlock the two glass cases. Adam, make sure the machines stay still. There could be a backup motor."

Me and Tapp ran to the two glass cases. These were made of polycarbonate. It was a pretty thick substance that you could beat on with a sledge hammer for half an hour and not crack. That was why I had come prepared. I had expected to need this earlier, but the previous glass had just been acrylic.

I rammed my nails into my side, digging into the flesh like a child searching for a last sweet in a pack. The pain was moderate, but it was hard to find much in the bloody mess of my body. I wiggled my fingers around till I felt something hard, and pulled it out.

Tungsten carbide tipped drill. A rank. A very hard drill made to drill through extremely hard materials, like polycarbonate. Uses advanced batteries.

In the original saw this was a pretty easy trap to solve if you weren't as slow as Jeff. This one was harder, but since I had an A rank screw and a C rank legendary skill, I could solve it pretty well. I could try and drill off the locks if needed, but with my first aid skill at 0 I didn't want to risk it. The locks added a bit of difficulty, but I was ready. I saw tapp tearing his shirt, using it as a shield against the acid. Good.

I clicked a button on the handheld screw, and started drilling through the polycarbonate. The glass screeched hard enough to hurt my ears but I persisted. Soon I managed to pierce a hole through the material and tear a hole in the key. I opened the trap.

There was a shotgun inside, hooked up to a key. When you grabbed the key the shotgun went off. Hayden had died to this in Saw 3.

I looked behind me. Hayden had ran up to help Timmy boy in the trap, and was right in the line of fire for the shotgun trap.

"Get out of the way, Hayden. Shotgun here."

He looked back, not really trusting me, and saw the shotgun. He quickly backed off.

"Not into the path of Tapp's shotgun either." I gestured.

He backed off some more.

"Sorry I-" I waved it off.

I took out a pipe I'd grabbed along the way, and, keeping my body out of the way, disarmed the shotgun trap. With a few careful motions I got the key. As I did I heard a boom, as Tapp's gun went off and he grabbed his key. As the gun went off I heard the grinding start again, as the gears started moving. Jigsaw had set up a secondary motor somewhere.

Laura and Adam were hard at work though, jamming metal poles into the gears. The machine grinded to a haul, not ripping apart the limbs of my dear dog.

I ran along side Tapp, and I quickly got to Cure. Cure looked unhappy, but happier with me close. I touched one hand to their cheek, and they whined, as I unlocked them from the trap.

I was about to free them when my Death's Calling C triggered. The Rack song started playing, as my senses enhanced.

"Hold it Tapp." I gestured to Laura. "Can you see anything bad here?" My perk buffed my wisdom to warn me of dangers, but didn't actually tell me what was wrong.

Laura gestured at a spike. I could see it. There was an almost invisible wire attached. When I pulled Cure out, the spike would shoot out and stab them. Jigsaw was really feeling salty. I ripped out the wires.

"Take out these first." I gestured to Tapp. He ripped out his own trap, and we both pulled our people off the traps. I hugged Cure as I flopped to the ground, and he licked my face.

Perk upgraded. You are now soul bonded to Cure. They will respawn even if slain, so long as you live. You gain an increased connection.

Life was good.

I looked up at the camera towards John Kramer, wherever he was watching me.

"You made a mistake, John Kramer. You come after a man's dog, you better not miss their owner or you're in for a world of hurt." I gestured at the camera, pointing at him, drew my blade, and ran the flat across my throat.

Time to end him.

The final confrontation approaches. All the pieces are in play, and Kramer has crossed a line which should not be crossed.

This trap would have been really easy to solve in the base movie. Open wires exposed? Why didn't the judge just tear them out. I know he's old, but even old people should understand that wires are bad on an electrical trap.

FentanylFloyd. John Kramer would not be a fun GM to play under.

Next time, the fight begins.