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Chapter 4
John was sitting in his living room with his wife Amanda, and his four year old daughter Jenny. They were watching the news and then the words breaking news appeared on the screen.
"The wildly active serial killer known as the Joker has just killed two more Jigsaw game survivors. The bodies were found in a ware house, and identified as Josh Long and Adam White. Both bodies had several long gashes on the head and chest. The FBI has said that they have been trying to solve the Joker case, but have had no leads. Some sources say that it is more than one person doing this, but the FBI has not confirmed this nor denied it. The Joker still remains at large; if anyone has any information leading to the arrest of the Joker please call the FBI or 911. For CBS I'm Diana Ward." John switched the channel.
"He's getting worse." Said John "I've got to stop him before he hurts anyone else."
"I know you will John, that's why I married you and had your daughter." Said Amanda
"Ya daddy, you always help people." Said Jenny "But why is he doing this to people though?"
"I wish I had an answer to that sweetie, I really do." John answered.
John told his wife and daughter he was going out. He got on his cloak, and pig mask and headed into the slums. He knew that if the Joker had been here, he would find out. He started asking street thugs, gang bangers, and prostitutes if they had been approached by the Joker and all of them said no. Then John went on the top of a building and listened to the phone conversations that were going on in the city. He got nothing really, just a couple having phone sex, a man ordering some Chinese food, a kid talking to his dad on a business trip, and two friends talking. Then he heard one conversation that sounded interesting.
"Hey boss it's me, Jigsaw came down here tonight and started asking people if they had seen you, but I told him no and he left." Said the thug on the phone.
"Well good, because I have a job for you." Said the Joker "I need you to gather up some of your friends and go to 120 Boulevard, apartment 5C, and send the resident there a message."
"Ok I'll get right on it." Said the thug. John didn't have much time; he called Hoffman and told him what he heard. Hoffman gatherd some FBI agents and went to the address, but by the time they got there, it was to late.