I finally finished another chapter! Woohoo! This one is a little short, just to let you know. Also, thanks for the awesome reviews! You guys make my day!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Saw franchise. If I did, it wouldn't be mostly torture porn.
"Where am I?! What the fuck is going on?!"
I heard Mark screaming, and I knew that he had woken up. Putting on the cape and the pig mask, I made my way to the room where he was being held.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" John asked me.
I was too shocked to answer. John never said anything like that to me. He always wanted me to face my fears, not hide from them.
"I have to," I finally said, making sure the cape completely covered my body. I grabbed an empty syringe to add to the effect. "How do I look?"
"Like the Jigsaw Killer," John said, nodding approvingly. I saw a look of pride in his eyes, and I wondered briefly if he saw me not as his apprentice, but as his daughter.
I'd do anything to have a father like John. Gideon would've been a lucky boy.
"Thanks," I said. "I'd better go in now. The sooner I can get this mask off, the better."
I heard John chuckling as I started to walk towards the man who had condemned me to years of pain.
"Who-who are you?!" He screamed. I didn't answer, but instead set the syringe on a table. Then I took my mask off and turned to face my father.
"You!" He started to struggle against his restraints. "You bitch!"
I took off the cape and draped it over Billy. I grabbed a chair and spun it around so I could rest my arms on the back.
"Sober yet?" I asked, sitting in the chair. "Because I'm not gonna talk to you unless you can talk civily to me."
"I don't want to talk to you!" He screamed. I shrugged.
"Okay then." I stood up and pushed the chair to the side. Waking over to the table, I grabbed the blueprints for the trap we were currently setting up. The numbers trap. I walked over to my dad and put the blueprints in his lap. He looked down at them, shocked.
"This is your game." I turned around and walked to the middle of the room. "The floor will be covered with glass." I turned back towards the man in the chair. "You will be stripped naked and smothered in a flammable liquid. Your body will be injected with a poison. The antidote will be in the safe, on top of which is a candle, which will be your only source of light. The combination to the safe will be written on the walls. Thousands and thousands of numbers written on the walls. Now you can go through that," I pulled the chair towards me and sat in it, "or we can talk."
It was an act, of course. A show. My father was going to play his game no matter what he did.
Mostly because I knew he wouldn't want to talk to me.
Mark looked at me in the eye. "I'm sorry!" He sputtered. "You know I was drunk when I beat you, when I called you names! Please don't-"
"Oh, shut up!" I pulled my switchblade out of my pocket and ejected the knife. Jumping out of the chair, I held the knife up to Mark's neck. "You're pathetic," I sneered. Mark leaned back as far as he could, but my knife stayed pressed against his neck. "You're not sorry, you're just too afraid to die." I turned around, grabbed my syringe, and started slowly filling it with sedatives.
"You wouldn't."
"Oh yeah?" I turned around, syringe ready. "Ever heard of the Jigsaw Killer?" I asked, putting the syringe to my father's neck. "Well, that's me."
He laughed. "You're the Jigsaw Killer? You worthless thing? You can't be. You're too much like your mother."
I jabbed the needle into his neck, trying to make it as painful as possible.
"At least my mother had the sense to leave a drunk like you."
"Can you read the combination to me?" I asked, paintbrush in hand. I looked over at John, who had a piece of paper covered in very small numbers.
"3-7-2-5-9," he started.
"Okay, that's good." I started painting the numbers on in red paint. "Next five," I said, after I was finished.
It took us two hours to paint the whole combination on the walls. In that time, Mark Hoffman had already dragged the safe down there, injected my dad, smothered him in a flammable jelly, and covered the floor in broken glass. While I was painting the numbers, John would help Hoffman with his tasks.
"Everything ready?" I asked, after I finished my last number.
"Yeah," Hoffman said. He lit the candle and we walked out of the room, bolting the door behind us.
"I hope he burns," I muttered under my breath. Of course, John heard me anyway.
"Why do you hate him so much?" He asked.
"What do you think? When my mom died, he got custody of me. He'd beat me when he was drunk, which was all the time." I shook my head. "There's a reason why I abandoned his name."
"You go by your mothers maiden name," John guessed. I nodded.
"I don't want anything of his in my name."
"He chose your first name?"
I nodded again.
"And what about your middle name?"
"My mom's name."
"Ah."
"So, who's next?" I asked, hopfully avoiding any more questions. "Donnie?"
"I believe so," John replied. "Is the trap ready?"
"For the most part. I'll probably have to make a few adjustments when we get back."
An hour later, I knew the sedatives had worn off, and I made my way back to the room where we left my father.
I watched him through a hole in the wall, and relished his screams as he started to burn. Afterwards, I opened the door and cut a puzzle piece into his sizzling flesh.
So far, many people have tried, but nobody has won our games. As I walked away, bolting the door behind me, I wondered how long it would take before our players became victims.
I'm guessing it won't be long...
What did you think? Read, review, and all that fun stuff. Amanda is going to come in with in the next few chapters! Lets see if she does better than Hoffman...
(Pssst! If you've seen the movies, you probably know what's gonna happen XD)