Chapter Five
In On It
The Police Station
Kerry continued to stare over at Roger, who remained calm.
"How can you live with yourself? How could you just torture people like this?" she asked.
"... I just make the devices." Roger said.
"... You make me sick.." she said.
"I do, but I know you admire John.. Why else would you follow him like this?" he asked.
"... Because sick fucks are my whole damn life..." Kerry said.
"I'm guessing it started with your parents right?" he asked.
"Shut the fuck up.." she sneered.
"Don't be so loud... Remember.. I have a button." he said, holding it up.
"... Fine... So... According to you, you've been working for John, for a year and a half. Did you have anything at all to do with the house?... The one from last year." she asked.
"I know what you're talking about... And I guess you could say I was in on it.." he told her..
9 Months Earlier
Everything was in place. Amanda had just finished entering the combination into the large safe in the middle of the room. She then looked around at all the unconscious people who lay on the floor. That was just the time when Obi came into the room and dropped down an unconscious blonde girl.
"Who's she?" Amanda asked.
"How the hell am I supposed to know?" He asked, putting up his hood, and leaning against the safe. He pulled out a syringes. It was clear, and had a very small amount.
"Do you need any help with that?" Amanda asked.
"Thanks, but no thanks, darling.." Obi said. "Lay me down, when I'm finished wouldya'?" he asked. She nodded and watched as he injected himself with the clear liquid and became unconscious immediately. Amanda took away the syringes and let Obi fall to the ground gently.
"Amanda.. Come look at this.." called a voice from another room. Amanda walked down the old halls and found where Roger was calling from. When she got in, she saw a box suspended from the ceiling, and Roger underneath it.
"What is it?" Amanda asked.
"Well look.." Roger said, excitedly. He took a mannequin hand and stuck it up into one of the hole large enough for someone's hand. It went up fine, but when Roger began pulling it down, blades that could fold one way but not the other began cutting away at the wrists of the hand. Amanda raised an interested eyebrow.
"And you built it?" Amanda asked.
"Yeah.. John gave me the plans last weekend and I started from there.. One of the guys is an embezzler.. John says that he makes a living sticking his hand in the cookie jar.. Now, he has to stick his and in this.." Roger explained, with great enthusiasm.
"... Leave it to John.." Amanda smiled, sadly. Roger walked a few steps past the box and retrieved the key suspended from the ceiling for the box. He took out the bottom of the glass box and removed the mannequin hand out from hole. He locked it back into place and put the key back where it was suspended behind the box.
"It's right there?" Amanda asked.
"John's idea, once again..." Roger shrugged. "Well that's it... Are you ready?" Roger asked, putting a hand on Amanda's shoulder. She put a hand in front of her face, and breathed heavily..
"What is it?" Roger asked, putting another hand on her.
"I'm just scared... I mean I'm not confident like you are with John.. What if I fuck up and Daniel dies?" Amanda asked, through tears.
"You're going to be fine... " he reassured her.
"... But I don't know what's going on.. I haven't been told about any of these traps, except for mine.."
"Don't worry about that.. Just focus on keeping Daniel safe, and let everyone else fuck up as much as they want. After that, you get to do you're own tests, without John's guidance... And that's a lot better than what he has me doing.." Roger told her.
"You're right... I just need to relax..." Amanda said.
"Good.. good.. Now come on, they'll be waking up soon... " He brought her back into the main room where he pulled out two syringes. One was the same clear liquid as Obi's, and the other was bright green.
"All right..." He put the green syringe into her vein. Roger found it eery how she didn't react.
"It's weird to see pricks in my arm now that I'm clean.." Amanda said. She had been clean for only a few weeks before Roger was picked, after John refused to teach her unless she went into rehab.
"... Ok this one should knock you out, but good.. You'll wake up a bit later than everyone else though.." he told her.
"No problem..." She said, hesitantly. She backed away, before he was able to stick her.
"What's wrong?" he asked. She held onto his face and kissed him, before backing off.
"Feel better?" he asked, smirking. She nodded meekly, before he put the syringe in her arm, and she fell into his.
Now, for Roger, it was a simple matter of going down into the basement, near the furnace, and activating the gas that would flood through the houses ventilation. He hoped nobody would find the large tank, underneath the creaking wooden steps.
That Night...
Roger pulled up next to the Raw Sewage plant and waited for Amanda and Daniel to show up.. He had gotten her call only 20 minutes ago, so she should show up soon. And she did. She had Daniel in her arms, and was carrying him over to the car. She opened up the door and put Daniel in the back seat.
"Are you all right?" Roger asked, opening up the passenger door before she got inside.
"Yeah, I'm okay... Daniel's alive.." she said happily.
"Jesus...You're shivering.." Roger pulled off his jacket and draped it over Amanda before driving back off towards Jigsaw's lair.
"Very good, Amanda... Put him into the safe..." John instructed, pointing over to a large safe near the kitchen. She carried Daniel over, and dropped him into the safe.
"Amanda, put one of my oxygen tanks in with him..." John requested. Amanda nodded and took one of the many tanks from under the sink in the kitchen, and strapped the mask to Daniel's face. Amanda rubbed the kid's shoulder and locked the safe... She had succeeded.
"Well done.." John smiled. "How did Obi do?"
Amanda sat down at the small kitchen table and stripped off her jacket..
"He died.." she said, mournfully.
"... Pity." John lied.
"John, if you don't mind.. I'm going to go to sleep.." Amanda told him.
"Very well then.. But remember, tomorrow you have to go back and be ready for Detective Matthews.. I suggest you leave early in the morning, seeing as they'll get here, probably at lunch time.." John explained.
"No problem, John..." Amanda said, getting up and leaving for her room.
"Also, tell Roger to go with you tomorrow... I'll have to call him to turn on the feed at the house.." John remembered.
"Ok then... Good night.." she said. Amanda ambled down the long halls of the steel factory until she got to her room, which was right next to Roger's. She could hear him coming up in the opposite direction.
"Are you going to bed?" she asked him.
"Yes, as a matter of fact I am... I just finished up John's stair trap which took me a few hours to figure out.."
"Well I was prodded with needles, chased around with a knife, and I watched over 3 complete strangers die... I knew one of them.."
"Obi?" Roger sighed.
"Yeah.. It was unexpected on my part.." she sighed. "Look, the point is, I've had kind of a rough day.." she said pushing him.
"... And you want sex?" Roger asked.
"I'm afraid so.." she smiled.
"No, no, no... Are those syringe pricks in your arm?"
"... Oh god.." she remembered being in that large pit of needles, when it wasn't even her trap.
"Come on.." he said, bringing her into her room. She sat down on the back bed, and rested her back on the wall. Roger sat down next to her, with a pair of scissors .
"All right.." he took her left hand and cut off the ID tags he had put on her, just one night earlier.
"So how did you end up in the syringe pit..?" he asked.
"why couldn't they follow the rules?.." she asked weakly. He rubbed her shoulder.
"It's over now... " he told her. She made an injured squeal, when he came close to one of the needle pricks. "Ah! Sorry.."
"... It's ok..." she said, taking her hand back.
"Where else?" he asked.
"No where.." she said, curling up on the end of the bed. He raised an eyebrow at her.
"A couple second ago, you were wanting to have sex." he said.
"Yeah.. Well..." Amanda yawned. He went as sat next to her, reclining against the wall.
"... I'm just glad you made it.." He said, reaching up and turning her head to see him.
"... You're doing good so far, don't fuck it up by saying something stupid.." she smiled, drowsily.
"Would, 'You have good blowjob lips', be stupid?" he asked.
"... That's a compliment.." she said, before she put a hand behind his head, and stroking his hair. "But, who was the last girl to go down on you before me?"
"Good point.." he sighed. Amanda wrapped both arms around his head, and they didn't talk much following that...