Chapter Four

Abnormal

Roger couldn't sleep. Amanda had been sobbing, since she entered her room. She had failed another small psychological test of John's. Although it wasn't that big of a deal to John, it was to her. Roger had to get out of his cot and face her door for the first time.

"What the hell are you doing?" Roger asked, outside her door.

"Nothing, now fucking leave..."

"Amanda.." Roger said. Amanda opened up the door, and it obvious she had been crying.

"... Give it to me.." he told her.

"What?" she asked. Roger gave her an un-amused look. She dropped the straight razor in his hand.

"There.. Are you happy now?" she asked.

"No. I'd prefer to know why you did this."

"Because, I have to meet death for-"

"you to be reborn, you've already done that shit.. Why now?" he asked.

"... Look, just leave me the fuck alone." she tried shutting the door, but he blocked it. Still unsatisfied.

"Don't do it again.."

"Why the fuck do you care what I do to myself?" she asked him.

".. I just don't want to see you cry.." Roger admitted. She was taken aback, that someone aside from John cared for her. Roger could see she felt that way, since her reddened eyes widened.

".. Look, don't worry about me.. I've been like this all my life.. I know I'm no good, and rotten but-"

"Oh come on... Why should you hide behind you're past?" Roger asked. She had nothing to say to that statement...

"... Why do you not like seeing me cry?"

"... Well I'm not sure if that's true. I don't want to sound stupid, but I think you look cute when you do.." Roger sighed. "I probably shouldn't have said that.."

She smirked at him.

"...Well. I'm glad I told you that.." He took his hand off the door, and started to turn around. But, she grabbed his shoulder and turned back around. She got up on her tip toes and kissed him.

"Umm.." she hadn't done anything like that in a long while. "Thanks for worrying about me." she said.

"Yeah... Ok, then.." he said, just as surprised as she was.

"One, more thing.." she said. "Did you want to go ahead have sex, while we're at it?" she asked, pointing to her bed behind her.

"... Yeah, ok.." Roger said, quietly.

"I know neither of us have in a while..." she said, drearily.

The Funhouse

Eric stumbled along the narrow, brightly painted walls. He smeared them with his blood, making them even more creepy than they already were... An abandoned fun house indeed. Blake stayed near him, since Eric claimed he didn't need anyone holding him up. Jeff trailed behind them both, shaking with fear.

"here.." Eric said, when they reached another large metal sliding door. This one had JEFF painted on it.

"god no.." Jeff cried.

"You're going in there.." Eric told him, grabbing Jeff by the collar.

"... We'll come with you.." Blake said, easing the tempered Eric off. Jeff nodded his head and slid open the large door. It was a tiny little room with one door, and a striped pole coming from the ceiling. Suddenly, another Billy doll slid down from the ceiling and smiled at the men. Now, Blake wanted to kick this one over as Eric had done.

"... Hello Jeff... I'm sure you remember the last time we met.. But, I'm afraid you were gone so quickly that I didn't have time to explain why I had brought you with me in the first place. The reason is because of your secret. All four of you have secrets, so don't jump to conclusions just yet... But, Jeff, today I want to focus on your occupation, if you could call it that... you are the Pastor of a Church that draws people in.. And charges them for their faith. You lead people down an expensive path for no better reason than too better yourself.." it continued. Jeff was too terrified to be angry, but Eric was.. but he was angry at Jeff, instead of Jigsaw.

"Now, Jeff, you must follow MY path.. The path that will lead you to one of the keys that you need to get out of this place... Just follow the path, and you'll find the key..." the doll finished. When it did finish, Blake didn't want to kick it. But Eric did.

"Piece of shit, mind fuck!" Eric shouted, raising a foot.

"Wait, stop!" Blake said, grabbing the doll from the poll. Blake looked the doll in the face, and then turned him around. Under Billy's coat was a special tape player. Blake rewound the tape to hear the same thing that caused him to not want to kick the puppet. Only Blake heard it...

"... Follow your heart..." Blake repeated.

"The fuck does that mean?" Eric said.

"... I'm not going through the door..." Jeff said, teary eyed.

". Like shit you aren't.." Eric grabbed Jeff, suddenly.

'What the fuck are you doing?" Blake shouted. He couldn't do anything to stop Eric from kicking open the door and shoving Jeff through it.

"PLEASE!! Open the door!!" Jeff shouted, pounding furiously. He was now in a dark room. Or at least it was dark, before lights flicked on. Jeff turned from the door to see a short narrow hall. And on the walls were dozens and dozens of Microwave ovens, with doors latched open. Jeff's stomach lurched as he heard they had were currently on. Above him were also dozens of heat lamps. He soon began sweating profusely, and had an odd sensation in his stomach. He did the best he could to run to other side. Once there, he found a door that he opened up quickly. He entered a larger room, this time, that was also completely dark. But it also lit up with horribly frenetic strobe lights that blinded Jeff every time he opened his eyes. He kept his eyes closed and felt around for a way to the door. Every time his hand touched the wall, he was either stabbed, or electrocuted. After maybe a minute of blindly walking around, he found another door.

This next room had several hoses pointed down at the narrow walkway, Jeff had to carefully walk along. Each hose sprayed Jeff with wither extremely hot, or extremely cold, icy water. The pain in Jeff's head and bruised hands were excruciating, as he could barely walk. But at the end of the walkway, there was the key. He grabbed it quickly, but noticed something next to the hook, the key was hanging from. It was a small, tiny, door with a heart on it. Jeff opened up the tiny door, and inside of a little compartment.. Was a gun. Jeff stuffed it into his pocket.. And braved through the rooms once again, before finally getting back to the other two men..

Amanda lay opposite Roger, happy for the first time in a long time.

"... I can't believe we did that.." Amanda said, almost ashamed of herself.

"Why? We're living life to the fullest, appreciating the the gift of sex.." Roger told her.

"... Fuck.. I know.. We can't tell John."

"I didn't plan on it.."

"... But... I mean, I'm an apprentice of the 'Jigsaw killer'." Amanda told herself.

"So..."

"This is abnormal.." she said turning, and laying on her side.

"... We're humans... We're allowed to do this.. Just as long as you don't stop teaching life lessons.."

"Of course not.." Amanda said, reassured.