Final Chapter

(Ok this is my final chapter, it will be the longest and hopefully the best yet, with it's surprise ending. Thanks for the previous reviews and Enjoy!)

Selena didn't know what to make of the letter that had just some how done what any parent could do but it had a guilt factor attached. Not only had it summarized all the wrongs she had done by hurting others with her twisted form of journalism but it also made her want to change lives and hide her face in shame. The letter had also congratulated her not on passing the warped test but for having the sheer determination to endure the pain that had hurt her before and still plagued her to this day. She decided she would take a break for a few days, and enjoy the life she still had and pursue her old hobby of cooking.

Tyler woke up to a all to familiar throbbing in his head. But now it hurt more than it usually did. He woke up expecting to find himself in alleyway lying in his own vomit like he had so many times before. But the cold street wasn't what he was laying on now. Instead he was on a plush carpet, as he sat up he saw that it was a brilliant scarlet hue. A small tape player lay a few feet away. Intrigued Tyler clicked the 'play' button.

"Tyler, in your short 22 years of life you have managed to give alcohol company's thousands of dollars. Your family and society have got nothing. I hope in the next few hours you will understand how it feels to get stabbed again and again by the regret that you cannot change something horrific. This room is a trick house. Just like the horror movies, but a little more deadly. You will maneuver your way around this trick house or starve. Your test for your life begins… Now"

The tape player cut off abruptly leaving Tyler dumbstruck. He stood up and saw that this wasn't a joke. Demented clowns were pasted on the ceiling by someone with too much time on their hands. He laughed. This was to easy. A joke. His friends must really be desperate now. He walked confidently through the winding maze. He saw a door marked 'Watch your step' H laughed again. He turned the handle and the door opened easily. It caught on something and a concept dawned on him. Something was very wrong.

A knife sank into Tyler's shoulder making a repulsive noise as it hit the bone. He screamed in agony as more fell upon him pinning him to the ground. He saw one that hadn't fell it dripped something that looked like algae onto his forehead. He realized it was poison a second to late.

His body was being eaten alive by molten fire worse than any hangover ever. His flesh slowly started to turn purple after four hours. He continued screaming begging for someone to kill him to ease the pain but no one ever came. After 10 painstaking hours Tyler died. It seemed like a game. But now he realized as he took his last breath that he had died for nothing because it was as the tape said. He had been worthless.

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Selena had just finished putting flour on her chicken when a sharp rap came from the door. She wiped her hand on her apron and opened the door. A police officer in stark blue addressed her somberly

"Are you Ms. Selena Barrea?"

She nodded.

The man held out a photo of something mangled, a body.

"I'm sorry to inform you your brother Tyler is dead."

Selena felt like she was going to puke.

She stared at the man.

"H-how?" she stammered

"The Jigsaw Killer."

He continued "We offer our condolences but we must be going now."

She closed the door slowly and walked back to the kitchen resigned. A small bloodstained tape played lay on the table. Selena looked at it. This time she wouldn't show any fear. She pressed play.

"Well it seems that you have seen the worst and best of life in a short time Selena my dear girl. I hope you can get past this."

In a flash it came to her. That voice and those choice words. Only one person could utter those with such calm. Her father. Realization hit her as she pieced it all together.

Life is a video game in essence. You have one life. The difficulty is set on hard and there are no 're-dos'. Some breeze through, and yet some play at a higher level and lose or gain it all. The knowledge that sets them apart. They survived or died at the hardest level. Difficulty: Jigsaw

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