The bright morning sky had quickly turned grim. Overhead clouds were slowly flowing past the people roaming the streets.
Rain splattered across the dirty, pollution contaminated windows of the many buildings in the city. Detective Hoffman had already made his way across town, into one of the more deserted areas of the city.
He swiftly got out of his vehicle, heading into the direction of an old, abandoned, wrecked warehouse. Entering the door, he quickly turned on the lights.
In front of him a gruff, messy dark brown-haired man lay unconscious on the floor. He appeared to be in his mid 30s, his life still flourished. The only article of clothing he had on was a tattered pair of blue jeans.
Putting his black gloves on, Hoffman walked over to the man known simply as Guy Hughes. He peered down at him, his wrists were chained to the side of the brick wall.
The man had no idea what was in store for him. Setting up the TV near the victim, Hoffman left the area going into a smaller, dimly lit room.
From there he had the best seat in the house to watch the poor man's game unfold. It wouldn't be long now until he woke up, frightened to death. The man slowly awoke, startled from the shock that his wrists were chained to a side of a wall.
He pulled against the chains, struggling to get free. Trying to stand proved to be an almost impossible feat. He was tightly bound to the wall, his legs however were free.
He stared horrified, he had no clue where he was. He instinctively began screaming for any sort of help, even though there wasn't going to be any.
"Help! Someone help me! There are fucking chains around me! Someone please help me! Help!!"
The man struggled hard trying to escape in any means necessary. He wanted nothing more then to rid the shackles that bound him. Freedom seemed to harshly laugh in his face, there was nothing he could do.
Suddenly, a TV set quickly flickered on. Billy the puppet showed his smiling, white face on the screen. His red, rosy swirled cheeks seemed to mock Guy Hughes, his message lay in his hands.
The puppet rang out.
"Hello Guy, I want to play a game. You find yourself chained tightly to the wall dwelling behind you. You have spent majority of your life chained and locked away. Today, I offer you a chance to finally rid your chains forever. There are four small wooded boxes spread out in front of you. They are exactly two feet from your grasp. There is a single key hidden inside one of the boxes. In order to free yourself you must find the key in order to unlock your shackles. Hurry quickly now, for three of the boxes contain live, poisonous snakes that can kill you in a millisecond. You only have but 60 seconds to in order to complete this task. Will you choose the correct box with the key to free yourself? Or, will you sit there and let the poisonous snakes decide your fate for you? Make your choice."
Freaking out, Guy stared at the mounted clock above the door. He stared at the four brown wooden boxes in front of him, deciding which box to choose. Realizing he didn't have literally the time to decide, the grabbed the second one from the left and opened it.
Inside he discovered a large, black poisonous snake hissing at him. He threw the box as hard as he could across the room. The box loudly smashed on the concrete floor, the snake quickly came out of it leaving the area.
There were 45 seconds left on the clock, it quickly ticked down to the man's impending doom. Guy glanced at the other three boxes, hesitant to choose one. He slowly opened the last box on the right, peering into it.
There he found yet another snake. It lunged at him, hungry to dine on his meaty flesh. Guy tried swatting at the large creature with his hand. He snatched the box up careful to avoid getting bitten, and threw it toward the other smashed brown box.
His time was draining faster then sand, as he absentmindedly grabbed the third box from the right. Opening it, he discovered another one of his black, killer snake friends. Automatically he kicked the box, not caring where it landed. He had but one box remaining.
It was obviously the one that contained the small key he so greedily wanted. He glanced over at the hanging clock above the doorway, checking out his time. He gawked at the ticking reminder, he had less then 13 seconds to open the box and free himself from the shackles.
He ripped the box open, struggling to find the key within. The inside of the box was stuffed to the brim with straw and leaves.
It took him a second to realize the contents of the box were drenched in gasoline. That struck him as odd since his message never mentioned the usage of gasoline.
Rummaging through the box with all his might, he found the key after 7 seconds of looking. That meant he had only 5 seconds to use the key to free himself.
Struggling for his life, he jammed the key into the first shackle. The lock clicked open as the shackle fell to the ground next to him.
He used his free arm, zooming to unlock himself. He had but 2 seconds left to live before it was too late. The clock gloomily ticked down the remaining seconds, his time was up. Guy had the key already inside of the lock right as the timer went off. His game as well as his life was over.
Out of nowhere the wooden box containing the straw and leaves burst into flames, it due to the control switch Hoffman had. The fire shot up Guy's free arm, scorching it to a crisp.
He screamed dropping the key, he tried to rip out his arm socket in a desperate attempt to free himself. Blood oozed from his wrist as he tried to save himself.
The fire spread over the remainder of his body, eating it alive. The hot flames licked across his face, melting it like butter. Within several minutes he was no longer recognizable, his deformed body was charred and covered in ash.
One of Guy Hughes' crisp and blackened arms were still chained to the wall, the other one was melted to the floor. He failed his gruesome trap, his freshly spilled blood and decaying body confirmed that.
His body was covered in hard, black, rotting flesh and dried, caked blood. His face was forever burnt in shock and exhaustion. The body was still rapidly on fire, it would eventually go out on its own. Hoffman emerged from the innards of the small room, zipping his pants up.
It had been a while since he jacked off to the charred, gory remains of his latest victim. It was due to the fact he was so busy with his usual work, this sort of slipped by him. He wasn't going to tell Jill about his own personal games. That was a stupid thought to begin with.
She would find out sooner or later, it was hard to try and cover up a Jigsaw trap. Walking over to his victim, Hoffman pulled out a knife and began cutting the jigsaw piece onto the side of Hughes' burning torso.
He tried make sure that it looked nice and smooth, he wouldn't want the FBI to pin this death directly to him. This time Hoffman made sure to use a knife with surgical steel quality, instead of the other knife he used on Seth Baxter.
It wouldn't really have mattered since the body was burned and black, Hoffman didn't want to take a chance though. By doing that, he could easily eliminate this showing up as his and not Strahm's or Jill's.
Getting into his blue cop car, he pulled swiftly out onto the road heading in the direction of the police station. He rushed to get back to his office, his paper work was already starting to pile up. He drove down the darkened road, his mind starting to wander off.
It wasn't a very safe thing do whenever a person is driving. Hoffman's mind turned back to the night he punched Amanda in the face.
It was well into the night, beyond 12 am. Amanda had just finished tightening a bolt onto their recent trap, it was now complete. Hoffman sat back in his chair, starting to doze off. He had been careless to even come close to falling asleep whenever Amanda was near him, that was stupid on his part.
Amanda noticed Hoffman's closed eyelids, she slowly walked over toward him. She stopped, coming within a few feet of his sleeping body. Tightly gripped in her hand was a screwdriver she was previously working with, she pulled it far away from her body.
The screwdriver was now dangerously close to Hoffman's throat, coming to a halt within mere inches. Amanda slowly pulled her arm back, gearing up to slash Hoffman's throat in two.
Violently, she thrust her arm out about to strike his throat. She stopped herself, coming an inch short from doing the deed. Hoffman's eyes were open, he hatefully stared at her. She froze in her tracks, not sure of what to do.
Hoffman grabbed her arm, swatting the screwdriver out of her hand. It landed with a loud clank sound, bouncing once off the ground. He arose to his feet, glaring at Amanda. She slowly backed up, fearing for her life.
Hoffman however, walked forward getting right in her face.
"Think you can out smart me by trying to kill me with a fuckin' screwdriver? You're lucky John is still asleep, otherwise he'd throw your murderous ass out on the streets where you belong."
Amanda stood there, glaring murderously at him.
"Oh yeah? I wouldn't talk about me being a murderer Detective. You seem to be just as guilty as I am."
Hoffman shot her a dirty look, picking up his cold cup of coffee.
"That's funny. At least I didn't purposely set the subject's traps to where they couldn't win them."
A loud coughing sound made their eyes shoot to the doorway. They could hear John's cancerous cough from where they were. They knew immediately what that meant, he was awake. How long had John been awake? Had he heard all of their fighting?
A loud, raspy voice echoed throughout the building.
"Mark! Can you come here real quick?"
Hoffman and Amanda instantly stared at each other. Hoffman placed his cold cup of coffee back onto the table, heading for the door. John was sitting up in his bed, waiting for Hoffman's arrival. They eyeballed each other for a moment or two before John spoke.
"Mark. Can you do me a favor? I want you to go back inside of the room you were just in. Under the table you will find a tape recorder taped underneath it. The device is set on record. Can you press the stop button and bring it to me?"
Hoffman's eyes grew wide, he should've realized John would have done something like this. He's not sure why it surprised him this much. He slowly nodded, heading back toward the room.
He entered it, noticing how Amanda was standing next to the trap. She stared at him, watching him very closely. Hoffman got down on his knees, peeling off the tape that bound the recorder. Amanda walked over toward him, trying to see what he is doing.
"What's that?"
Hoffman held out the tape recorder, pressing the stop button.
"A tape recorder, it has been recording us the entire time. John asked me to bring it to him."
Amanda stared at the tape recorder for a moment, she bit her lip knowing she was caught. Hoffman returned to John's room, handing over the recorder. John smiled at his lover, putting the device on the table next to him.
"Thanks. Have you and Amanda got the trap finished yet?"
Hoffman nodded, thinking back before he fell asleep.
"Yeah. If you ask me though, I don't think Amanda did it right. I looked at it before I walked in here and it looks like there are some screws missing. I would double check that if I were you."
John nodded, taking his words into account. Hoffman got closer to John, he leaned over kissing him tenderly on the lips. They exchanged smiles, kissing each other again. Hands were already roaming each other's bodies.
A hand was slowly running down Hoffman's back, while another hand was groping John's chest. Their lips made soft popping noises, their low moans started to increase. John tugged at his lover's jacket, wanting it off.
Hoffman struggled to get out of his black zip up jacket, throwing it onto the floor below. John had a huge smile plastered to his face, as his young lover began to remove his black suspenders. Hoffman kissed John roughly on the lips, briefly letting their tongues touch.
Both men were already breathing rapidly, their erections already showing. John grabbed Hoffman's torso, pulling him closer. He reached for his belt, quickly unzipping his pants for him. Hoffman's breathing increased, his hands were going under John's covers.
A gruff 'ahem' noise was heard coming from the doorway. Both men angrily peered over, noticing Amanda standing there. Her face was twisted in anger and hurt, her eyes not leaving their bodies. John glanced passed his lover, speaking to Amanda.
"Amanda! What do you want? Can't you see that Mark and I are busy?"
She nods almost mockingly.
"Yeah, I just came to tell you that the trap is ready. It's all set to go."
John stared at her swollen face for a moment, noticing the dried blood and bruising. He exchanged glances with Hoffman, realizing what happened.
"Mark already informed me of the trap, I'll go check it out after I'm finished here. Close the door on your way out."
Amanda nods, quickly leaving the room. She wanted nothing to do with what they were about to do in there. Hoffman smiled at John, rubbing his chest.
"You realize she just came in here to prevent us from doing anything right? She hates us being together."
John nods, his hand was slowly running down Hoffman's back.
"Yeah I realize that. She's informed me well of her opinion on this matter. She's quite vocal about it."
A smile spread over their faces. They slowly kissed as Hoffman pulled his shirt off, tossing it onto the ground next to his jacket. John pulled Hoffman's pants to his knees, freeing his hard cock. Pushing back the covers, Hoffman grabbed John's erection.
He swiftly began pumping him, slowly increasing his speed. A low moan escaped John's lips, he grabbed Hoffman's cock massaging it. Both men let out low moans of pleasure, each one allowing their hands to move faster.
Leaning over, Hoffman smothered John with kisses. John greedily kissed back, biting his young lover's lips. A low moan escaped from Hoffman as he pumped him harder and faster. John's hand eased up a bit, as he lay there in complete ecstasy.
Hoffman knew John couldn't contain himself, he was close to cumming. Hoffman moved John's hand away from his cock, focusing on getting him off.
Hoffman took John's cock into his mouth. His hot breath felt nice, as Hoffman slowly licked down his shaft. John grabbed a handful of his lover's hair, tugging it hard. Sweat ran down John's face, he was slightly trembling.
Hoffman increased his speed, sucking faster. His tongue slid across the head of John's cock, resting it there for a moment. John tugged his hard harder, moaning very loud. Hoffman took in the full length of his member, deep throating him.
By the time Hoffman had done that, John came hard. Hoffman swallowed it, slowly sliding his tongue over John's shaft as he took it out. John smiled, releasing some of Hoffman's hair.
John's hand went instantly back to Hoffman's cock, jacking him off fast. He wanted his lover to feel the exact same way he did. A long, low moan escaped Hoffman's mouth.
His knees were starting to weaken, he was slightly shaking. His hands gripped John's torso hard, he didn't want to collapse. John's hand moved really fast, he was obviously skilled in this area.
They exchanged smiles just as he was about to cum. Hoffman's body moved with the rhythm of John's strong hand. A loud moan flew out of Hoffman's lips, he came all over his lover's hand.
Hoffman was red faced, sweat was dripping down his chest. John released him, wiping his hand on his blanket. Hoffman roughly kissed John, their eyes met. They stared at each other, both secretly wishing their night together would never end.
A strong, tightening sensation brought Hoffman back to reality. Suddenly, he realized he was still driving. His eyes darted at the road in front of him, he swerved barely missing a crossing pedestrian. Sweat ran down his face, he wiped it away using the sleeve of his black jacket.
He blinked several times glancing down at his pants, he was hard. Thinking of John usually made him pretty hard, especially here lately. It was all he could do to ease his mind, he was under so much stress. He had to get away from it all, even if it was only escaping with his mind.
He tried to control his rapid breathing, his hands were trembling. Peering out of the windows, he knew exactly where he was. He was about a half a block away from the Gideon Meat Packing building. His memory seemed to drive him here of all places.
The building harbored many memories of his late lover John. He quickly turned his car around, heading in the correct direction of the police station.