Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own the Saw franchise. No copyright infringement intended.
Author's Note: Keep an open mind about kinds of tests that Jigsaw might put people through.
Constructive Criticsm Encouraged.
Three - The Punk, Vegan, Feminist.
Konstantine was walking ahead slowly and carefully, looking around to be sure that there was nothing that was going to jump out and shoot her in the face, and noticed that the further along she got, the better lit the hallway became. By the time there was full light again, there were pictures. Pictures of Adam. Pictures of Adam and herself. Pictures of Adam and . . . another woman? Kissing, holding hands, and even sleeping together. The dates on the pictures were from the same time period that Konstantine was dating him.
Her confusion over the pictures led her to a door at the end of the seemingly endless hallway. The door was heavy, made of iron or steel, perhaps and she had a feeling that when she walked into the room, the door would swing shut and lock immediately after that. She tried to find a way to work around that little fact, but couldn't find anything heavy or strong enough to keep the door from swinging shut. She rationalized for a moment that getting out of there alive, and seeing Adam of course, was more important than being temporarily locked inside a room. At least, she hoped being locked inside the room would be temporary.
She pulled open the door and found that the black haired, green eyed woman from the pictures in the hallway was sitting in front of her. She had been crying, that much was obvious from the eyeliner and mascara stains that tainted her otherwise porcelain face in heavy black blobs. Konstantine looked around and spotted what she knew she needed - the tape recorder. With an uneasy feeling throbbing in her stomach, she pushed the play button and felt wind behind her as the door swung shut.
"Hello again, Konstantine and congratulations for making it thus far," The eerie voice emitted from the small speaker, "Right now, you're probably wondering who the woman in front of you is - or maybe not, you're an intelligent woman after all. The woman in front of you is the woman with whom Adam had been cheating on you for months. Take a good look at her Konstantine, does she look familiar? She should."
Konstantine paused the tape as she took a good look at the woman as she attempted to plead for help. She tried to remember and all at once the memory of the concert Adam had forced her to go to came back to her.
"C'mon Kons, it'll be exciting." He begged.
She rolled her eyes, "I'll go with you, even though I know I'm not going to enjoy it."
He smiled, "Well come on then."
She remembered that the woman in front of her was from a band called 'ruf redrum!' and that she was couldn't play bass for shit. She also remembered that she had been staring at Adam like a lioness staring at it's prey. Konstantine knew her, she knew women like her at very least, and all of a sudden the anger that Adam had previously extinguished was back in her veins, burning her from the inside out. She was angry with Adam, angry with herself, and angry with the broad in front of her. She pushed play again.
"You remember her now, don't you?" Jigsaw asked, "This, Konstantine, is the woman Adam left you for. She is the reason why he wasn't happy with you. You can try to deny that fact as much as you want, but you know what I'm saying is true. As Adam once said, a camera can't lie, it can only see what's right in front of it. I'm willing to bet that you're angry, and that's good. It's your right to be angry, but who are you angry with? Are you angry with yourself, or with her, or with Adam? Perhaps you're angry with all three."
There was a lengthy enough pause to make Konstantine wonder if that was the end, and then the speaking again, "I've put her here in front of you for a reason. Now, you can either take your anger and use it to murder the woman in front of you - there are plenty of instruments in the room for you to accomplish such a deed - or, you could deal with the anger rationally, unlike you did with the police chief almost two months ago."
Again, Konstantine knew what he had been talking about. When the police chief refused to help Konstantine anymore (because Adam was nothing to him) she had found out dirt about him. He had been cheating on his wife, in fact, and Konstantine had the means to ruin his marriage. And she did. She sent an anonymous package to Mrs. Police Chief filled with pictures of her husband and a pretty little blonde CSI agent. But how had Jigsaw known that she had done that?
"Make your choice." He ended, and Konstantine took one, good long look at the woman before her. She sighed, grasped one of the long chef's knives and cut the ties holding the woman to her chair. The woman took off the mouth gag and a key dropped from it. Konstantine picked it up and examined the rest of the sinister weapons on the table.
"You're not going to... you know, kill me?"
"Why would I?" Kons asked, softly, "You really aren't worth the guilty conscience, my life, or Adam's for that matter."
"So why are you looking at the weapons?"
"I might be able to make them useful later on in my 'test'," She replied, placing one of the smaller, more conspicuous knives between her belt and her jeans.
"So you love him, then? Like honest to God love him?"
"If I didn't, I wouldn't be here right now. I would be safe, warm in my bed and NOT bleeding half to death," She replied.
The woman beside her grimaced, "How can you love someone as angry as Adam?"
She shrugged, "He wasn't always that angry. Actually, I was the angry one when we met."
"So what exactly am I supposed to do?" The woman asked her, ignoring Kons' words, "The tape didn't say anything about me."
Konstantine shrugged, "Stay here and rot for all I care. I'm going to finish my test, come Hell or high water."
"Why are you so determined so see someone who repeatedly cheated on you with me?"
"I just... I, at least, need closure." She murmured, going over to the door that was not the one she came in through. It was locked, but when Konstantine put the key in the lock and twisted she was almost happy to find that it opened.
"The man who put us here, he told me something."
"What's that?"
"He didn't expect you to pass this test. And if you didn't, you would have perished here too."
Konstantine left the room and walked into yet another dingy hallway with bad lighting and heard footsteps behind her. Apparently, the woman wanted to find a way out of the hell hole and she had rationalized that following Konstantine was the only way to do so.