Disclaimer: I do not own the Saw franchise (obviously). No copyright infringment, intended, either.
Author's Note: I want to thank IAmMadlyInLoveWithJohnnyDepp for her review =] (Let the bloodbath ensue...)
Constructive Critism Encouraged!
One - I want to play a game.
Konstantine woke up feeling more refreshed than she had in months, but the refreshed feeling didn't last long. She looked around, noticing now that she wasn't in her warm bed. Her mind raced, she felt more scared than she had in her entire life.
"Hello?! Hello is anybody out there?! Can somebody help me?" In retrospect, that probably wasn't the best idea. Letting your abductor know that you've woken up would allow them to potientally ensue their torture. Almost instantly, she thought of Adam.
Was this what he felt when he woke up in a strange place? Was he alone when he died, or was there another watching him? She grimaced at the thought.
Konstantine looked around the disgusting room. The walls were dirty - covered in either years of dust or feces (which would account for the smell attacking her olfactory senses in the most unpleasant way). The hardwood floors had clean spots where someone, Konstantine more than likely, had been dragged in, but were otherwise covered in inches of dust and debris. Spiderwebs hung from corners of the room. The door - which she hadn't noticed until now, was also wooden and its handle and locks looked ancient with strange clear tubes coming from the lock. There was a small tv on a cart in the corner and it was plugged into the adjacent wall. She ignored that for the moment, hoping that it wasn't for what she thought it was.
Next, she examed the chair she was in. Seemingly it was just a regular wooden chair - well, other than the razor boxes at the ends of the arm rests that were holding her in place of course. If she rocked it enough, it would fall over, and probably bust into pieces. That would do her no good until she found out what was going on, however, so she obstained from ruining the chair.
In a matter of minutes, a light was finally cast on the otherwise very dim room. The tv was buzzing in activity now as a creepy clown puppet appeared on screen. She cringed - never having been a fan of clowns, and also knowing that she was in one of Jigsaw's sadistic games.
"Hello Konstantine," The puppet began.
"You've spent months mourning the disappearance and assumed death of your exboyfriend, Adam. Indeed, you have moped around your apartment for weeks. Everyone has noticed the changes in you, including myself. If you truly love Adam that much, you would do anything for him. Would you risk your life for him? Would you put yourself through physical trials for him?" There was a pause, "Would you bleed for Adam?"
She looked down at her wrists again.
"If you're willing to proceed through three tests and follow the rules, I promise you that you will see Adam alive once again. He's not far, Konstantine."
She looked around the small room once more. This time, her eyes scoured the walls in paranoia. Her heart race quickened, knowing that she probably wouldn't get out of the situation alive.
"The device you are strapped into is designed to hold the door shut while simultaneously keeping you trapped to that chair. The tubes running to the door will flood, allowing the door to open, but this will only happen after your blood stains the floor red. You will be released from the chair and may go on to the second test. If you're not willing to lose the blood, stay where you are. You'll never see Adam again, but you will make it out of this game unscathed. Make your decision quickly though, you only have 30 minutes before I make your decision for you. Tick tock, Ms. Harrison, Tick Tock."
Creepy chuckling flooded the room as she looked around once more.
"Adam?" She screamed, crying now.
"ADAM!"
He couldn't hear her, she realized, as she looked at the devices holding her to the chair. Her wrists were surrounded by steel boxes affixed to the arms of the chair while two razor-sharp steel edges were holding her wrists firmly to the wood below them. She winced as she attempted to push the blades up to free herself. She felt small drops of warm liquid pooling on her wrists. She pushed up harder, feeling more blood spilling from her veins. She hoped that she wouldn't loose her hands, but decided she would do what she had to to see Adam again. The more she pushed up, the more quickly the clear liquid filled the polyurethane tubes connected to the door. After several more minutes of spilled blood, filling tubes, and slicing razors, the razors clicked into place and the door popped open. She pulled her bloody wrists from the device and examined them.
The gouges on her arms were deep, nearly to the radius bone of her forearm, and gushing warm red fluid that flowed down her arms and dripped onto her dark jeans. She tore strips of black cloth from her t-shirt and doubled them over before tying them to the wounds to prevent further bleeding. Then, she turned her attention to the dim hallway. She had no idea whether it was safe out there or not, but she headed to the door frame, holding her left wrist, the worse of the two, as she went. It was chilly in the hall, but she proceeded nonetheless. On the floor, there were the words, 'FOLLOW THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD'. She followed the piss yellow carpet to the left.
Meanwhile, Jigsaw sat coughing as he watched the monitors. At the time, Amanda was out doing ... something or other. He assumed she was preparing for the upcoming test involving Detective Matthews, his past arrests, as well as his son. Although, he would later find out, she was doing something much more - immoral. That immoral act would be a disaster for Jigsaw's latest test. A test that he had never told Amanda about.
"Good work Ms. Harrison, Good work." He smiled, watching her as she followed the yellow carpet to her next test. He had expected her to pass the first test, and was mostly sure she would pass the second, but he knew his last test for her would be the hardest thing that she did in her life. But if her claims of loving Adam were accurate, and she could learn to appreciate the life she had been given, she would push through.