6 – The Weight of Guilt

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˝At the moment, your kangaroo friend is still unconscious, but don't worry, he's going to feel every bit of the pain, you just won't have to listen to his screaming.˝ Skipper waddled up to the table and jumped on it.

˝In three minutes the doors of this room will be locked forever, turning this place into your coffin. The exit is right over there,˝ a light came on, revealing another door, ˝All you have to do to open it, is to exceed the fifty pound mark on the scale behind you.˝ Skipper looked around, ˝With what? I only weigh about half that much, and there's nothing in here to put on that thing.˝

He searched around and spotted a meat cleaver, which he waddled up to and picked up. It was connected to the table via a small chain. He observed the stainless steel and his eyes widened, ˝Wait, you don't mean?˝

˝You're a smart bird Skipper. Just so you won't think this place has any alternative solutions, I'll inform you, that the marsupial is bolted to the table through every major bone in his body, with the exception of the skull. And the metal table itself is welded to the floor. You can use anything to put on the scale as you wish, but the door won't stay open if the weight drops.˝

The penguin looked at Joey, he saw small dried streams of blood on his fur. He went over to them to take a closer look. There were holes in the kangaroo's skin, probably where the bolts were secured. ˝But of course, you can cut of your own flippers and put them on the scale, be my guest, but are you really that selfless? The choice is yours, good luck!˝

Another light came on, revealing a clock on the wall; 3 minutes remaining. Skipper looked at the cleaver he was holding. His eyes ran down the shiny blade, right to the black handle and finally reached the chain. ˝Idiot,˝ he muttered and pulled more of the chain onto the table. He grabbed it with a flipper and then took a swing at it.

The blade received a small dent, but the chain did break. He jumped down from the table and grabbed the tape-recorder, which he left on the ground. He ran to the scale and threw all the items on it, before jumping himself. Forty pounds, was the verdict of the impartial judge.

The bird clenched his beak, looks like he has to do it. He hesitantly grabbed the cleaver and returned to the table. ˝Muscles are heavier than fat and bones are heavier than muscles,˝ he tried thinking of the best parts to remove in order to deal the least damage. ˝The femur is the longest bone, but you need your legs for jumping. Your tail would probably be the best choice, but you need it for balance.˝

Skipper scratched the back of his head, ˝This is going to be tougher than I, WAIT! Why am I even considering this?˝ He looked back at the clock; two minutes 7 seconds. ˝He's a jumping death threat, but he doesn't deserve this,˝ the penguin thought about it. He did hate Joey, but was the anger really this great… no it wasn't. It fell second to the concern for his team.

Skipper tightened his grip on the handle and looked at the kangaroo's head, but his eyes stopped halfway, ˝The arms.˝ There were no bolts through them, they did run through the shoulder blades, but the rest of the arm remained free. He slowly waddled up to them and stopped. He gulped and then reached for one of them.

He grabbed it and the positioned it on the table. He was nervous, he held the appendage with his free flipper and raised the cleaver with the other. Skipper hesitated, he didn't want to do it… but he had to. He closed his eyes and looked away. The flipper dropped as if it had a mind of its own. The penguin felt something hit his beak.

He knew it was blood, so he didn't open his eyes, just continued blindly swinging at the kangaroo's arm.

It really does suck, the people in the movies just do what they're told to. That's why I like the first Saw best; the simplicity was just so brilliant… oh well… back to the story.

Meanwhile in another part of the building, another animal was waking up in complete darkness. ˝*Groan*… where am I?˝ as it held his head, a light turned on, blinding the animal. It was a small TV located in the middle of the small room. It was once again the "Muppets" style puppet of a penguin, which slowly turned towards the camera, ˝Hello Barry. I want to play a game.˝

The frog jumped closer to the screen, but noticed, that something was pulling him down. He took a look at his back and saw a small black box with an antennae. He tried shaking it off, but the device seemed stuck.

˝Your entire life you have intimidated other animals with your so called "touch". You watched them suffer and laughed at their faces. Today those tables have turned. You shall experience what it's like to not be able to touch anything. The device on your back is a small radio controlled bomb. In three minutes, a signal is going to be sent, activating it. You have two choices, lose the bomb and a great portion of the weapon of your intimidation, or…˝

Barry waited for the puppet to continue, but his impatience got the better of him, ˝…OR WHAT?˝

˝Or get out of the signal's range, but I warn you. The tunnels, leading out, are as untouchable as yourself. Good luck!˝ the screen switched to a timer, and the test began. More light lights turned on, revealing 10, air went-like, tunnels, leading out. It looked like it was an attempt to mock the frog. They were all marked with a glowing "EXIT" sign.

Barry began shaking his back and then he reached back and tried removing the device, but with his skin at risk, he shook off the idea. He looked back at the TV; 2 minutes 37. He didn't waste any time and headed for the first exit in sight.

He was in for a nasty surprise, when one of his front legs touched the floor of the metal tunnel. He jumped back and held his appendage, wincing in pain. He found out the hard way, that the metal was white-hot and had caused some second-degree burns.

Hope you like this one better, because I sure do. Thanks for reading.