I had this idea during our school play because we would sit in the wings going, "Live or die, Lauren, live or die, Adam...So on and so forth. Don't shoot me.

Title: Live or Die

Rating: The lowest possible.

Disclaimer: I don't own it-or Saw.

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Live or Die

"I want to play a game with you Robert Goren." The disembodied voice floated through Bobby's mind as he pushed himself up from the couch. Why was he on the couch? Groggily, he winced and sat up while he glanced around. He was in his apartment. He was in one piece...He thought. Bobby gave himself a quick once over.

"It really would be to your best advantage to listen to me." Bobby looked up at a speaker newly placed on his coffee table. "Good. I see you're as smart as you always seem." Bobby growled at the speaker. "There's no point in growling at the speaker. It is not what is doing this." He looked around. The crazy voice could see him? "For the last three hours I have been pumping a highly toxic poison into your apartment through the vents. You have two more hours to find the antidote that is somewhere in your apartment. There is a key taped to the bottom of the table." Bobby reached under the table and pulled a key out from under it. The key shined in the dull light, but it's familiarity was clear in his mind.

"Good; now that we know you aren't incapable of reaching under a table is wonderful. Find the antidote. Live or die, Robert. Live or die.

Bobby stood up, and walked down the hall while turning the key over in his hand. The key to his bedroom. Why the...? And why wasn't he scared? Bobby smiled inwardly. Maybe...

...He turned the doorknob only to find it locked. Placing the key in the hole and twisting it he paused before pushing open the door. Then, in a moment of clarity and sureness, he threw the door open and waltzed in. His eyes traveled across his bed.

"You walk entirely too slow, Robert." Alex's warped voice found his ears and he smiled wider. Her red silk night gown fell right below her upper thighs. He growled. "I thought we discussed this growling thing earlier."

Bobby walked up and tossed the key on the floor.

"I want to play a game with you Alexandra Eames..."

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