Maria stared up at Sara in terror, Sara looked different. Her eyes were dark, her face evil, and her smile mischievous. Sara held the rusty, steal pipe tightly in her hands. As Sara looked down her expression changed from an eerie smile to a look of anguish.

"Sara what's happened to you? You seem different…" Maria said as she sat on the ground while her head pulsated.

"I want to live Maria…I want to live." Sara said through her clenched teeth.

Maria's eyes went deep with fear, and her mind went into a trace of thoughts.

The memory came in at a time when Maria and Sara had stopped talking; Maria's mother had come in to her room to talk to her. Only Maria was upset at the time, and didn't feel like listening to her. But she did as she could to tolerate her mom.

"Maria, what happened to you and Sara?" Her mom asked softly.

"I don't know mom, people change. Me and Sara changed, it's all part of high school." Maria said as she looked down at her feet.

"I know—I know but I was hoping that wouldn't happen to you two…you were always so close!" Her mom said as you could hear the emotion in her voice.

"Mom, stop! Jeez, must you always be like that?" She said sounding very irritated.

"Be like what Maria? You always do that to me…always." Started heading out of the room.

"Mom, stop acting like this! What is wrong with you lately?" Maria said turning up to face her mother's glare.

"I never thought my own daughter would talk to me like this." She said as her face looked heated.

"Mom, I'm not disrespecting you!" She said quickly.

"Maria, I am tired of your bullshit. You need to straighten up, I try and talk to you but you just shut me out. I'm not your friend Sara, I'm your mother; and you need to realized1that...now not later." Her mom said as she stormed out of the room.

Maria sat there looking after her mom, who was almost stomping her way downstairs. A tear fell from her eyes, she felt that her life was a mess sometimes, and yet she didn't have any control over it.

Maria zoned back in, and was reminded of where she was when she saw Sara looking down at her.

"Sara, you're right. You're not the one who will die today…" She said softly.

Sara was caught off guard as her expression went soft, "W—what?" She asked. "What are you talking about?"

Maria got up slowly and faced Sara, slowly she inched closer. "What I'm saying is..." She suddenly raised her hand hitting Sara straightforward in the nose.

Sara yelled out and fell backwards onto the floor.

"You see what I meant was that 'I'm distracting you…' dumb ass." She laughed softly.

Emily sat there with tear stains down her cheeks. Her life was horrible at the moment and she wanted this nightmare to end. It was scary to her, seeing everything happening in front of her eyes; she knew that she had never really been in control. John tricked her, and now she had to live with that fact.

"You know Emily; there is something I've been meaning to tell you." Said John, for the first time his voice went soft.

Emily raised her head slowly, meeting the man's stare. She then let curiosity wash over her face as she yearned to hear what John had to say.

"I've told you since the beginning, that it was your game…but I mislead you for you never had control of the game itself." He said as a smirk crept over his face. "It was my plan all along and you never once had a clue, did you?"

Emily slowly looked away, she felt shattered, and she felt gullible. All this time she blamed herself, when really it wasn't her fault at all.

"You bastard, it's your fault!" She screamed as loud as she could.

"You didn't really think I hadn't planned everything out did you? Why do you think I wouldn't let you handle victim three or four?" He paused waiting for an expression to cross over Emily's face. When her eyes went wide he continued, "That's right I had planned this from day one. The victims that are and were in this game were chosen from the start. Nothing of what I do is done randomly. I thought I taught you well…but perhaps I was wrong."

Emily felt her eyes get hot and she wanted to sob her eyes out, but she didn't want to give him that satisfaction.

In the back of the room, the man stared at the two of them. He now felt sympathy for Emily; because John had made it worse than personal…he made it chaotic, he knew he had to stop it.

Sara had been lying there for quite some time, her mind wondered off into a dream.

"Sara…Sara!" Cried a male voice from behind her as a rustle in the grass sounded peaceful.

Before Sara turned away from the scene, she saw green grass with scattered trees, flowers expanded beyond the horizon, and the sky clear as water.

But, when she turned to face the male voice, the peaceful place vanished and she was now in a hallway that had rusty pipes lying around. She felt cold and uneasy, but she saw the male running towards her and acknowledged him.

"Stephan? Where are we?" She spoke as she looked at her surroundings.

"Sara, wake up!" Stephan yelled.

"What are you talking about, I am awake." Sara said, almost irritated.

"No, you're in a dream Sara…you're fighting for you life right now. You have to wake up or else I may never see you again."

"Stephan how do you know this?" Sara asked.

"Because, I'm in here…" He pointed to her heart. "And you need to protect it Sara, she'll try and use that against you?"

"No…she wouldn't…would she?" Sara asked as she looked down.

"Sara you have to wake up and fight." Stephan said taking her hand.

Tears formed in her eyes as she looked at him, "I don't want to…what if I die?"

"You won't, as long as you want it…but remember she wants it too. Sara, I'll see you again. Remember what I said?" Stephan said as he hugged her tightly. "It's time to wake up." Stephan said as his voice echoed in the room and Sara's mind went blank

Gasping for air she jumped up from the ground to see Maria standing a few feet away with the pipe in her hands. Her eyes were now as dark as Sara's were, and she showed a hateful smile.

"So, you decided to wake up huh?" Maria said chuckling.

Sara struggled to rise from the ground, but once she was standing tall again Sara showed no mercy. "Let's go bitch!" She screamed as she ran towards Maria with all her might.

Maria smirked as Sara was only inches away from her; once in close distance Maria swung the pipe, like a baseball bat, into Sara's chest.

Sara screamed as the pipe hit her chest hard and vibrated through her body. It took all her strength not to fall again, but this time she stood up and looked Maria in the eye, "You will not defeat me—for I am not the one who will die!" Sara said as she slammed the fist, she managed to make with her weak hand, harshly into Maria's head.

Maria screamed as the fist hit her, her head was a weak part of her body and only Sara would know something like that. She fell to the ground as her head hit the cement.

Sara looked down hyperventilating as she smirked at Maria who was now unconscious. She turned away seeing if any doors had opened so she could run free, but when nothing happened she became confused. Turning on her heel she felt something sharp, something cold, and something bulky; it was being shoved through her shoulder. She then saw Maria, whose eyes were now bloodshot with a trickle of blood flowing down the side of her face, grinning as she pushed harder on the broken glass she had found.

"This isn't over by a long shot. Don't you dare think I'm going to let you get away without a real fight? I don't care if I have to use everything I know about you against you!" Maria said, almost sounding as if she were screeching.

A woman walked through the police station with her head held high with confidence, and her black Prada boots hitting the floor gracefully with every step she took. She was a middle-aged woman with auburn hair, stood tall, and had a thin figure. Her strength was always underestimated, but she had always proven others wrong.

As she walked through the halls into her division, she casually walked to her desk. A cup of hot coffee sat waiting for her, with a few case files laid across her desk. Before she had the chance to open one of them, someone was calling her name from a distance.

"Pat! Pat!" Said a man running towards her with a file in his hands, he was lanky and bald. Once he reached her desk he seemed almost out of breath. "I have a case, well…it's urgent. People have been reporting a website that's supposedly hosting a 'game' but it's been monitored and from what we've seen it doesn't look like a game, it looks like a murder case." He said as he put the file he had in his hands on his desk, which was directly next to hers.

"W—what makes you guys…wait I have to see this." She began saying as she logged on to her computer. "Get me there."

The man leaned over gracefully and typed in the link from memory. He then leaned back over her shoulder as they waited for the page to load. Once loaded a dark eerie page was now being shown with the title, "Every man for himself!" at the top of the page. Pat studied the live feed being broadcast and looked horrified.

"Oh my god, this—this is horrible!" She yelped out.

"I know, I know…it is horrible." The man replied.

"Do we have any leads? Do we have an idea of where it's being broadcasted from? Do we have anything at all?" She said sounding almost restless.

"Well, we have a lead…and a location. But it's Jigsaw's work and a lot of the guys are too scared—" The man began saying.

"Stop, just stop Tom. I'm taking this, and you're not standing in my way." She said as she rose from her desk snatching her jacket. "There are kids involved and there is no way that I'm letting any more die because of him." She said as Tom followed her, giving her the information, out of the office.

Sara screamed as blood began oozing from her shoulder, Maria pulled the glass out and went to strike once more. This time Sara grabbed Maria's wrist and twisted, banging Maria's arm into an open pipe. The glass fell from her hand and shattered into more pieces on the floor.

Maria screamed as she tried getting out of Sara's grip, once out of her grip she punched Sara hard on her bruised chest. Sara put a hand over her chest as her breathing went rapid again, but recovered and grabbed Maria's hair while throwing her harshly into the wall.

She hit the wall with a loud thud as she fell down with a trace of blood left behind from her mouth. Once on the floor, she moaned from the throbbing pain in her head and mouth as she was getting angrier by the second.

"Giving up?" Sara asked sarcastically.

"You wish…" Maria smirked.

Pat dialed on her cell phone as she weaved in and out of the traffic that moved out of her way. The ringing on the line was annoying her, she wanted him to answer. After eight rings of waiting for him to answer, it went to voice mail. After listening to his recorded greeting she said what she needed to say.

"Hi honey it's me, I know I was supposed to be home early today—but a case came up and it's really urgent and I'm on my way to handle it now." She ran through a red light with her sirens on, a man slammed on his breaks. "So please don't wait up and get some sleep, I'm not sure when I'll be getting home. Be safe and give the kids a kiss from me, I love you." She said as she hung up.

In her free hand she had a rosary, and was praying; praying for the sake of the children and herself.

It took her almost an hour before she reached the address she was given, an old abandoned warehouse that was built within a 20 acre area. A door with the sign "No Trespassing" hung upon a nail that was getting ready to fall out.

Before getting out she strapped on her vest and made sure everything was intact. Once she was ready, she stepped out of the car and headed for the door. She approached the door as she drew her gun, once at the door she used her powerful heels to bust the door open. She had been, as was said by most, the only woman on the team who could catch criminals in heels.

She peaked inside searching the area, once cleared she stepped in closing the door behind her. "Ready or not here I come." She said as she cautiously walked the dark, gloomy halls; not knowing what to expect.

Sara's breathing was getting worse, but her determination was even stronger. She watched Maria sitting there with her eyes closed, and prepared for what she was about to do.

Taking her shirt and ripping her other sleeve off as quietly as she could, she wrapped her hand. Then she slowly reached down at the broken glass and gathered up the pieces, trying not to stab herself. Once her task was complete she stood up hiding the glass behind her back.

"Maria…are you okay?" Sara asked trying to sound concerned.

Maria's eyes shot open as the question was asked, she sneered at Sara. "What's behind your back Sara, another pipe?" She asked impatiently.

"No Maria, there are none to use." She said pointing around the room, and to the pipe that was covered with dried blood lying a few feet from both girls.

"Then what is it?" Maria said, gathering strength to stand.

"Nothing, my hand is hurting that's all." She said, it was the half truth.

"Liar…you're a fucking liar. Tell me now!" She screamed at her.

"Fine, I'll show you." Sara said as Maria was fixed on Sara's arm.

Sara brought her arm to the front with her hand clasped on the glass, and her hand wrapped. She turned it around as she slowly opened her hand, Maria leaned in to see.

"That's glass, how original; originally stupid, god Sara…running out of ideas?" Maria said.

"Not exactly…" Sara said monotone.

Before Maria could react, Sara raised her arms and threw the glass at Maria. Next, all you could hear was Maria's screaming.

When Sara opened her eyes, of which she closed when she threw the glass, she saw Maria's eyes and face pierce with pieces of glass. Instead of being terrified she was happy, and it showed on her face.

Maria sat there screaming as blood began gushing out of her eyes and oozing from her face. Falling to the ground, she called out for Sara; but Sara did not answer this time. She took her foot and slammed Maria's head into the wall as hard as she could. It only took one time, for Maria's screaming was gone and a door opened behind her.

She turned on her heel and went towards the door looking back at Maria, sitting in her own blood. "So much for you not dying today, Maria." She smirked, but behind that smirk was a slight pain she could no longer express.

"We've got a visitor!" John said in excitement.

"What do we do sir?" The man asked.

"Why, give her what she came for, of course." He answered.

"And that is?" The man questioned.

"Me…" A dark grin covered his face.

Emily sat there in fear as she saw a tall woman walking the halls; and she hoped, for the woman's sake, that she would get out alive.

As Sara walked through the door, there was a one-way hall. She walked along the hall to an open door; she entered the room and the door shut behind her; echoing through the whole room. Then to her terror a voice filled the empty space.

"Hello Sara, Jasmine, Buddy. And welcome to your curtain call. You see I'd like to call this the 'maze confrontation' for now you are all imprisoned in a maze like room, and the rules are simple: Don't try to escape, if you run into anyone else your objective is to eliminate them, and lastly there will be only ONE person walking out of her alive."

The static faded, and there was no sound but Sara's breathing. She took a step forward, and her heartbeat was off the charts. Now she had no idea where anyone was, or what they could be thinking of doing. She now was scared out of her mind.

"God help me…" She said as she went around the first corner, shaking in her skin.