Chapter Two: Survival
"Game over..."
"FUCKING BITCH!! YOU FUCKING BITCH!!" Eric screamed... After a few minutes of shouting for his son, he figured there was no point anymore.
Eric looked around the old shithole, trying to find something to get him out of his chains. He tried looking around, through the dark to find if there was a light switch anywhere. He was able to spot one only a few feet away from him. So, he picked up anything he could and tried throwing it at the switch. One piece of debris he threw was quite close to him, and crumbled when it hit the switch.
"Fucking-.." Eric grunted, trying to hit the switch. After at least fifteen minutes of throwing things at the switch, the lights flicked on. He looked around the room, to see where he was. It was an old, rust bathroom, filled with Grime and blood. Right now, he was chained to a pipe next to an old bathtub. He was also next to two corpses who weren't in chains. He searched around where he could reach and found something interesting.
"Daniel..." It was Daniel's wallet. He searched through it for anything. But, he found a polaroid picture of something. It was Daniel, unconscious inside of a safe with an oxygen mask on his face... Eric recognized the safe. Matthews turned the picture over.
"I told you, you would find him in a safe place. You should have followed the rules. - Jigsaw"
"FUCK!!" Eric tore up the picture and threw it into the air where the pieces fell down. He began digging through his own pockets to find anything. He came across an envelope with his name on it. He immediately tore it open and out dropped a small tape. Eric used a near-by Saw to retrieve the tape player he threw at the door. He put in the tape, and on it was the deepened voice of John.
"Hello, again, Eric... I want to play a game. You led yourself to this prison, when you tried to find you're son. I assure you, that he's safe with his mother by now. But, I'm afraid he may never see his father again. That's you're choice." Eric was relieved to hear of his son's safety.
"By now, you realize that your left foot is chained to a pipe. I'm sure you've already found the hacksaw. Used, of course by someone else. I'm sure you know exactly what you have to do to get out of these chains. If I were you I wouldn't be too rough on the saw, because if it breaks... Then I'll leave you in this room to rot..." the tape finished, and Eric immediately reached for the saw. He began hacking at the rough chains that were binding him.
"Dammit! Come on!!" Eric struggled, but the chains couldn't be penetrated.
"FUCK!" Eric finally lost his temper and began thrashing around with the rusty saw. Slamming it against the floor behind him. On maybe the fifth strike, he hit a small old metal pipe that cracked open. It began flowing out old dirty water. Eric backed off, not wanting to get any of the disgusting liquid on him. But, it suddenly stopped when an odd object began obstructing the break. It looked almost like... A key.
"What the fuck?" Eric reached out and pried the key from the pipe. Attached to the key was a worn out led light. Desperate for anything to get him out, he tried the key in his shackle... And it opened.
"Oh my god.." he laughed, as a few tears of joy ran down his cheek. He pulled is sore ankle out of the shackle and stood up... This had to have been a mistake. He threw the key aside and picked up his things before shutting off the lights and leaving the old bathroom.
He stumbled through the dark sewers searching for a way out. He looked down on the ground saw many foot prints. One of them lead in the opposite direction of his own, one was his son's shoes, and a few others he couldn't identify. He followed the small footsteps that he hoped would eventually lead him to that girl.. He only remembered her name was Amanda. So he shouted it.
"Amanda! You fucking bitch! Where the hell are you!!?" he followed her track and after winding paths through a sewer, it led him up to ground level. He pushed open a large metal door and he was outside again. How he had gotten here from that horrible house was quite marveling. He followed the small traces of her steps down an alley way. The tracks stopped showing up, when he got to a concrete road underneath a hanging sign that read "Raw Sewage". Eric still couldn't tell where he was, so he kept walking. He regretted ever taking off his badge and uniform back at Jigsaw's hideout... He kept walking down the desolate road.
"When she went to check on the body, it wasn't there. She assumed he got trapped somewhere somehow..." Roger explained.
"... So there's a chance he could still be alive.." Kerry said, with a small bit of hope.
"I'm not finished, yet... We have seen him since he escaped somehow... When we went back to check on the house, we had spotted him on the road, like a vagrant." he continued.
"... What did you do to him?"
".. I did nothing.. But, she did do something."
"WHAT?!"
"She made him play another game..."
"You fucking bastard!!" Kerry leapt up cocked her right fist "What did you do to him?". In response, Roger showed her the button, again.
"You don't want to know what happened to Eric..." Roger told her, knowingly.
Somewhere, was a tall, skinny balding man, laying on an old linoleum floor. His name was Jeff. He came to, and got up. Laying around him were two other men. He checked to see where he was... It was an old fun house. Like an indoor amusement park. He was inside a small room, with a checkerboard floor and and walls. In the right corner there was a large door, and right in front of it was a man laying on the ground with a hole blown in his head. Jeff vomited, immediately, at the sight. He continued past the dead body and opened the door. When he did, he saw a shotgun, suspended from the ceiling click. Jeff reacted as anyone would, and screamed.
"Relax... It only had one bullet and it went to this guy." Eric said, walking around the room. Jeff had walked into a larger room, that looked like a caricature of a city. With cardboard building and all. Inside the big room were two other men. One of them was the missing Detective Eric Matthews, and the other was middle aged black haired man.
"Where am I?" Jeff asked them.
'We don't know.." Eric sighed, searching around the room for something. The black haired man, remained silent, pacing around the room.
"... Wait.. I found a door." Eric said, opening up a sliding door. It led into a dank, metallic hallway where the men followed Eric through. On the other side, they were in an even larger area, that looked like a mock up of a circus tent.
"... Oh god.." Eric rubbed his forehead. At this point, Jeff was sweating profusely.. Then, out from a small opening in the wall, Billy wheeled his tricycle out to greet the men.
"... Jesus..." the black haired man said.. He and Eric were right in front the puppet, while Jeff sat in a fetal position on the ground.
"... Hello... Jeff, Eric, Blake, Sal... I want to play a game.." the doll said. Eric couldn't believe what was going on.
"One of you has a secret... A secret that you won't want the other three men to find out... But, in order to win this game, you must all come clean... But how exactly will the right one of you know what secret to tell?... You have all been locked inside of this old indoor fun house, and there is absolutely no way out... The door out, is at the end of this maze of a building. The door has five separate locks. At each turn, there is a separate obstacle for each of you... If you complete the obstacle you get a key, as well as a clue to who each of you really are.. Clues that will help you know exactly who the one who has the dark secret is... Four games, four keys... Five locks.. The fifth lock is in the stomach of the man who has a secret... If you want to get out, you must confess... So all four of you know who has the fifth key inside of them... You have 4 hours until the door locks forever..." the puppet finished, leaving all 3 men reeling.
"What the hell is going on?" Blake asked Eric.
"Don't you know? It's the Jigsaw killer..." Jeff cried.
"His name is John Cramer... He's a psychopath.." Eric fumed, kicking the billy doll over. Jeff cried into his hand, remembering what had happened only a few years ago...
"Awake already, Jeff?" The Jigsaw had trapped Jeff in a device that would drill into his temples... Luckily, he was saved by two detectives... One who had died, and one who had been discharged from the police force.
"There should be a knife around here somewhere.." Eric said, looking around the giant room. Eventually, he found a compartment in the wall.
"So what do we do now? Go through these stupid fucking obstacles?... That guy got shot in the head! What sort of sick game was that?" Blake ranted.
"... That's what he does.. He tortures people.." Jeff cried.
"Shut up... There's a way to survive this.." Matthews said, observing the short knife that he pulled from the box. "The sick fuck thinks he's being some kind of artist.. A teacher, giving us ways to survive... He's a murderer, plain and simple.." Eric said, heading back to find the dead body of Sal.
"What the hell are you doing?" Blake asked, following Eric back through the small corridor. Eric got to the body of Sal and flipped him over. He was a slim asian man, who Matthews recognized, despite the bullet wound, as a worker of the press he had seen at a crime scene once. Eric didn't hesitate ripping off Sal's shirt and cutting open his stomach.
"Hey! What the fuck are you doing?!" Blake asked, petrified.
"He said the key was in one of our stomachs..." Eric told Blake, while searching through Sal's stomach.
"Oh my god..." Blake gagged.
"... Mushed organs and blood.. No solids.." Eric flung the blood off hi hands and put the knife in his pocket.
"... So he played another sick game and died is that it?" she asked.
"I don't know.." he told her.
"... What's the problem with you?" she asked.
"I have a lot of problems, but what I do for living isn't one of them, Kerry." he said.