OK, new chapter is now up finally! A lot of things going on and writer's block contributed to the delay so sorry "(. I just want to thank all who read, reviewed, and helped me with some constructive criticism. Thanks a lot guys!
Chapter 2: Let the Game Begin
Jigsaw's POV:
John sat in front of his monitors thinking to himself about his new "subject." Dr. Hannibal Lector. He had heard of him on numerous occasions. In John's spare time (which is very limited) he was able to gather a little information on Dr. Lector. He was born in Lithuania. As a boy, it seemed he had a rather difficult childhood. As a young boy, he witnessed the deaths of his parents and his beloved sister. He always despised those who would pick on others and would normally assault them physically and eventually, he killed a man for insulting his aunt and he apparently, cannibalistically cut out the cheeks of this victim and ate them. He would go on to kill several more people in his life for similar reasons. Later in his life, he moved to America where he graduated with a degree in medicine and established a psychiatric practice were he currently works today. The man also was a true genius and very cunning. John didn't find it very improbable at all if the man would probably outsmart him. In fact, he had to admit that he would be surprised if he didn't outsmart this trap. But this is just how John works. It's a great opportunity to face a challenge such as this.
John believed Hannibal was not much unlike himself. The doctor did kill people who were morally wayward. And his cunning and intelligence was another striking resemblance between the two. However, there was one thing about Lector which John simply could not compare himself to. He was a murderer. He killed people in cold blood and never gave them a chance for them to survive and learn to truly appreciate there lives.
"A cold, calculating killing machine" he said to himself.
On the monitor John can see Amanda walking into the setting of Jigsaw's next ingenious game and watched as she made a few final touches and then walk out the door leaving an unconscious Hannibal Lector behind.
John smirked slightly "Let the game begin" John said proudly.
Hannibal's POV:
Hannibal felt himself slowly return to consciousness. Right now he feels as if he were hit by a truck and he wondered if that was the case. He tried his best to piece together what happened before he was knocked out but there was nothing. Dr. Lector very slowly opened his eyes. He still felt too tired but he had to find out what in the hell was going on. The place looked like some sort of basement which hasn't been in use for years. The floor he lay on was cold and damp and the only lighting was one shitty fluorescent light annoyingly blinking on and off constantly. He quickly tried to stand up but it was simply too much strain on his body too quickly and Hannibal collapsed back onto the floor. He never felt so powerless since he was a young boy. This shouldn't be happening.
As he slowly tried to build up the momentum to do something, he was slightly startled by a television set in the corner of the room which turned on seemingly out of nowhere. Why the hell didn't I see that before? he mused to himself.
Out of the static, he could finally see something. It was some kind of ventriloquist puppet you would see out of some horror movie. Simply put, the thing was just eerie. The puppet slowly turned its head to Hannibal as if he could see him through the TV.
The puppet then said in a very deep and dark tone "Hello Hannibal. I want to play a game."
I know, I know. It's very short but I just wanted to post something so you all know I'm still alive. Once again guys, R&R please. I would very much appreciate that ).