Alrighty, here's your new chapter. Again, thanks so much for the support.
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Chapter 3: Scalpel
Hannibal's POV:
The puppet began its speech: "Hello Hannibal. I want to play a game. Throughout your life, you felt it was necessary to teach those who were morally wayward a lesson. However, you did this by killing them in cold blood, not even giving them a chance to learn from their past mistakes. There is a name for people like you: murderers. Listen closely Hannibal, currently there is a poison coursing through your veins which only I have the antidote for. This poison will kill you in two hours unless you find the antidote which I possess. But in order to start your little "quest" to go and find me, you must get out of the room you are in. In your pocket, I have left the scalpel you tried to use to assault my apprentice with and if you take off your shirt, you will see incision marks which I have left. I have placed keys in all of them, only one is the key out of that room. Let the game begin.
Hannibal took off his shirt and looked at all of the incisions. The guy wasn't lying. There were four incisions on each arm and four on his stomach and chest.
"Wonderful" he said aloud.
He spotted a camera watching him in a corner of the room and smirked. This really is a game to this asshole he thought to himself. He thought of the possibility that maybe this guy was just lying but put that thought aside. So far this guy hasn't lied to him, so he might as well believe that there really is a deadly toxin in him.
He took the scalpel and carefully began cutting at one of the incisions on his arm. The pain was horrific but Hannibal suppressed the pain and hardly made a sound. There was no way he would want to make himself look weak in front of this guy. He grabbed the key out of his flesh and tried it with the door. No good. He then began cutting at the next one.
Jigsaw's POV:
Jigsaw was a little shocked to say the least at what he saw before him. This guy was making huge gashes in his own flesh and not even a whimper. There was no doubt about it. Not only was this guy a genius, but he was as tough as nails.
After watching him make cut after cut after cut, john finally watched as Hannibal pushed the correct key into the door and opened it. It was his sixth try. "Not too bad" he said aloud.
Hannibal's POV:
It's about dam time he thought. He lost a decent amount of blood, so he knew he would have to find this asshole soon.
He was in a very dark hallway with pipes running all over the place. He felt a little dizzy and wanted to lean against the wall for support but it was so grimy and disgusting, he decided against it.
Hannibal looked down at the ground and noticed something odd. There was a path of blood on the floor that stopped right were he stood. Noticing that there really was nowhere else to go, he followed the blood trail on the floor with great caution. A lot of crazy shit has happened lately so he had to be prepared for anything. He held his scalpel while concealing it in his pocket.
The path went on for what seemed like forever, but in reality it was hardly two minutes. He saw a very heavy looking, sliding door. He opened it with all his might to see a very dark room. The room gave off a terrible stench. He saw a light switch to his right. Grasping even harder onto the scalpel, he turned on the lights. There were extremely bright florescent lights. Turning on one at a time and making a very loud electric sound.
The sight which lay before him made even the infamous Dr. Hannibal Lector want to throw up.
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Well there it is. ( R&R guys please and thank you!)