As she walked down the hall her heels could be heard from a distance. Her hair shuffled between shoulders every time she took a step, and each step she felt power surge through her. With her gun in hand, she let the hallway lead her; from what she saw there was only one hallway to follow.

After walking for a while she reached a sliding door to her left side, approaching it cautiously, she felt her left leg twitch. Once she was an inch away from the door she grabbed hold of the handle and pulled. The door slid open and she quickly went inside, but it was filled with darkness. She searched for a light and once she found it, she flipped it upwards.

The eerie light filled the room, almost startling her. But what she saw in front of her was confusing, because she didn't understand what it was. She walked into the room and on the right wall there were five computer screens.

Staring at the screens, she saw a glass wall with blood splattered across it on the opposite side, on the first screen; a girl lying dead on the floor with her face smashed in, on the second screen; two burned bodies lying in a room covered in ash, on the third and fourth screens; and a girl who was faced down in her own blood, on the fifth screen.

"Oh my gosh—what is this?" She said out loud.

"It's my artwork…" A man's voice said behind her.

She spun around with her gun in hand and looked closely into the darkness. "Who's there? Show yourself!" She screamed.

A tall elderly man covered in a black cloak with red silk on the inside, appeared out of the darkness. "I see you've come for me?"

The fear was there deep in her eyes as the man crept closer to her, she wanted to shoot him right then and there; but, she knew it wouldn't help her find the children he held captive.

"Jigsaw." She said through her clenched teeth.

"Please, call me John." He said smiling weakly.

"I don't see why I should. You've hurt these children, and you're a criminal; a murder." She said with her gun pointed to his face.

"You'd really hurt an old man like me?" He said as he raised his hands.

"Your appearance does not fool me, if I have to; I will shoot you." She said, her grip tightening.

"You're an arrogant woman. Coming in here on my turf, you call me names, and accuse me of crimes." He breathed slowly, "You people never understand my ways."

"Your ways are dumbfounded, and you ought to rot in jail." She said as calmly as she could.

"You're so negative, besides I don't expect to live much longer." He said with sadness in his eyes.

"So I've read, you have cancer—but just because you suffer from it, does not mean innocent children should suffer with you!" She said as tears filled her eyes.

"Pat…Pat…Pat, you're a police officer—get control of yourself. How can you complete your job if your emotions are distracting you?" John asked as he approached her slowly.

"What?" She asked, gun still pointed straight at his head.

"You even need a gun, for an old man such as I. How pathetic, you can't even use your god-given hands. You're scared of me, and your body language shows it." He said as he now stood directly in front of her.

Pat's eyes went at ease as she lowered her gun, "You're right—I am afraid of you." She took her left and hand backhanded John, he jerked as he collapsed on the floor. "But don't you dare think I need a gun to try and kill you." She said as her eyes, still filled with tears, grew dark.

Before she could react, she felt arms grab her around the waist and slammed her to the ground. She screamed as she was tackled and immediately fell unconscious.

Stephan walked along the empty hallway that expanded beyond time. His feet were tired, his hands were weak, his legs were heavy, and his body ached.

He walked through the halls as memories flashed in his mind.

He remembered waking up in the room and seeing the girls alive, barely, waking up to their deaths. He remembered feeling helpless and angry, until he was relieved when all three were saved.

He remembered standing in front of the six people and didn't have a clue who to save. He remembered how Sara, Jaya, and Hollie tried helping him. Then something in his mind set off…Hollie.

"He-hey Stephan…maybe you should start off with realizing how much these people may mean to others…I mean if you don't save them all, god only knows what would happen."

"Yeah Stephan, we're here for you…know that. We just want everyone to get out safety."

As he walked onwards, those two lines were stuck in his head. Then he recalled how she reacted after he couldn't make a decision and rushed to save Abbie. His head shot up as he thought about it more deeply.

"He-hey Stephan…maybe you should start off with realizing how much these people may mean to others"

He looked mortified now, realizing what he hadn't seen before.

"I mean if you don't save them all, god only knows what would happen."

As it appeared clearer to him now, his pace slowed down and his breathing went rapid."She had planned to kill me from the beginning if Abbie hadn't been saved…" He said as he kept walking onwards, to the best of his ability. "That bitch, that bitch planned it."

"We just want everyone to get out safety."

"She was a lying bitch, she wanted Abbie alive. She didn't give a shit if anyone else had lived…" He said as he sped up, more memories came back of the incident.

"So, Abbie wasn't that important to you huh?" He remembered as Hollie was faced away from him.

"Well, since you killed her so easily I'm just gonna pay you back." Hollie had said after she had successfully hit him in the head, knocking him down.

"You fucking bitch, I should have never become your friend!" She screamed at him, after her rampage had gotten out of hand.

A tear rolled down his cheek as he wiped it, anger now filled his eyes. Surely she was dead, but his anger was making it easier to forget the pain. "That bitch…" He said as he hurried further down the hall.

Emily sat there as quietly as she could. Her body was shaking from the cold draft in the room, and her mind was racing from thoughts that corrupted her mind.

Suddenly the door slid open and in walked the two men talking to each other as the man was dragging a woman. John sat down in front of Emily and placed his index finger over his lips. Emily gulped as the woman was maneuvered into a chair not far from herself.

Once she got a closer look, she knew who it was. Fear had entered her body once more as she glared angrily over at John.

"You bastard!" She screamed as she tried jumping up. Failing to do so, she slammed back down to the chair and yelped as she felt a hand strike her across the face.

As she looked up with her bleeding cheek, it was the man. You couldn't see his face because it was hidden, but something about him was odd.

Her head slowly rose as her vision fuzzed in; she looked around the room and saw a girl tied to a chair a few feet away. As her vision became clearer she knew who she was. She went to get up but was restricted from the roped that was holding her down. She looked at the girl with a concerned stare.

"Honey, I need to know how you got here." She asked politely.

The girl stared back at her with tears in her eyes; she shook her head and looked away.

"You're here because you decided to join in on the game Pat…" John said as he walked around to face her.

"You…" She said as her eyes grew dark once more.

"Of course it's me." He said as he dabbed his cheek which was split open. "You did quite a number on me, not very people have the audacity to try and strike me."

She managed to smirk, "Well then, someone had to do it."

He leaned down closely and stared into her eyes, he then spoke; but she knew it wasn't for her ears.

"You stay here and let these two be acquainted; I have to go check something." John said as he exited the room.

The two women glanced at each other in agony, but the young girl gave a quick look at the man who stood watching them. She followed her glance and confirmed by blinking.

Neither one of them knew if the other was going to follow through with the plan in their heads, but they were willing to take the chance.

"Hey you…" Pat said staring at the man. "Can you come here please?"

The man acknowledged her voice and walked quietly; once he reached her, he sighed. "Yes?"

"You might want to tighten these ropes, they seem loose." She said.

The girl shot her a puzzled look, but Pat blinked giving her the "it's a part of the plan" look. The girl eased and waited.

He went around her and began fiddling with her ropes. Once he had totally untied her wrist, he had gone to go tie them up once more.

But Pat used her head, literally. She jerked her head back as she hit his head hard. He shrieked and backed away, as she pulled a pocket knife from her bra and cut through the ropes on her legs. Once free she got up and held her knife pointed at the man.

"What—why would you do that?!" The man screamed.

"Never underestimate a cop…duh." She said with a witty smile. She then rushed over to the girl and cut through her ropes. "Emily, everything's going to be okay?"

"You—you know my name?" She asked softly. "But if you knew, why did you ask?"

"To make him believe I was unsure, but I knew. Now we have to get out of here." She said as she had cut through her leg ropes.

The two women stood and headed towards the man, Pat pulled him up and locked his hands behind his back, as Emily stood in front of him.

"Now, I think it's time for you to tell me who you are…" Emily said as she went to take his hood off.

Once removed a skinny man was revealed. He had pale skin and short coffee hair. His features were medium and he looked tired.

"So, for the last time…what's your name?" Emily asked with a hidden power deep in her voice.

"D—Dylan…my name is Dylan." He said.

"Why are you here?" Pat asked, still holding his arms behind him.

"I had originally wanted to follow his steps; for I am a survivor of his games. But once I witnessed it all in person the more horrified I became. I don't want to be here anymore." He said, almost sounding like he would cry. "But he said if I tried to leave, he make sure that this place is the last thing I'd see."

The girls caught each other's eyes and agreed with a slight nod. Emily looked back at Dylan and whispered.

"You're coming with us, follow what we say…or else." She said.

Pat jerked him towards the door, Emily slid the door open and the three of them went to the left, hoping to catch John before anyone else died.

Jasmine worked her way through the maze, looking beyond the corners, and hoping she wouldn't have to kill anyone. She had hope that the other two would kill each other before she ran into them.

"God, this is so fucking insane." She said as soft as she could manage.

Walking through the maze she got scrapped from wires that were sticking out of the walls. She was even ran into pipes for the maze was dimply lit. Her teeth chattered from the coldness and her legs were feeling ready to give out.

As she walked on, memories flooded her mind.

She remembered waking up in the chair and being surrounded by others that were electrified. The smell was unbearable and the figures that once were human were hard to look at.

Then she remembered waking up in the room of which she saw Brittany through the one-way mirror. She remembered the anger that surged through her veins as Jigsaw told her what Brittany had planned.

"Jigsaw…" She said out loud. Things began flashing before her, and when it became clear she gasped. "She never planned on killing me…" She said almost panting. ""It was him, he lied and I killed her." She said as her eyes were heavy with tears.

Falling to the ground she wiped her eyes, all this time she believed that Brittany had some unknowing grudge against her. But it hadn't happened like that, the more she thought about it the more she knew; she knew that he had given her and Brittany lies. Lies that he created to turn them against each other.

Her passion was to survive and get a change to kill Jigsaw and Emily. For if it weren't for that girl, she wouldn't even be here. She rose from the ground and continued walking, still hoping that she'd be the one to survive.

Buddy shivered as the hairs rose on his arms and neck. He was cold, tired, and felt shitty; and he just knew that he looked like shit. But he wanted to get this over with and walk out alive. But his gut told him that for some reason, that wouldn't be happening.

As he walked on he became infuriated as he remembered waking up in the chairs and having Stephan telling him why he was here. But he suppressed that anger to try and help Stephan along, because he knew without Stephan he wouldn't have made it this far.

He sighed as his legs kept moving forward, "I hate this…" He said quietly.

The he remembered when he was fighting with Luis, it wasn't something he saw himself doing; ever. But when his life was on the line, he saw how much he changed.

"I can't believe what I did to him…" Buddy said.

Flashes appeared in his mind of what he did to Luis, and what Luis did to him. His nostrils flared as he walked on.

"I'm going to live, and I'm gonna kill who ever I have to just to get out of this nightmare." He said as he picked up his pace.

Walking slowly, Sara tried preventing the confrontation of another. She was willing to kill, if push came to shove, but if she could avoid it; she would rather avoid it more than anything.

She breathed heavy and clenched her shirt. "This is getting so hard." She said.

As she continued on, flashes of waking up in her tomb and almost drowning came to her. Then watching Stephan having to pick and chose between the six people. He remembered Hollie freaking out before and after Abbie wasn't saved.

She shivered as she lazily carried on.

Then she remembered when Hollie hit Stephan over the head, she wanted to help him. As she went to run to help him, Buddy and Jasmine held her back. She stepped back as she looked at them, they said that they didn't want her to get hurt; but something inside her said it was something more than that.

She then remembered mutilating Jaya, she had nothing against her. But the fear of dying scared her so much that she had to kill just to get by.

She heard a noise behind her; she turned sharply and saw a rat running across the floor. She wanted to scream, but covered her mouth. Once the rat was gone, she continued remembering her horrifying past hours. Had been friends in the past

Images of killing Maria were the most vivid. They held strong feelings along with each and every moment. Sara's stomach went queasy as she remembered the events. Her eyes then went dark as she still walked through the dim maze.

"I'm gonna kill, if it's the last thing I do." She said as she continued on.

"Where did he go?" Emily asked, staring Dylan angrily in the eye.

"I don't know!" He screamed.

Pat still had him locked down, she kept pushing him along. "You need to tell us!" She said, for she was angry too.

"I said I don't know!" He said, sounding annoyed.

"You have been working with him, and you expect me to believe that?" Pat said, as she shoved him hard into the wall. "You better remember something, something quick, and something truthful!" She screamed.

Emily stood there with her arms crossed.

After struggling to breath, he thought. It took him a minute for he gasped, "OH! I remember!" He screamed.

Emily's eyes lit up with hope as those words escaped his mouth, "What…what do you remember?"

"He said something about, a room where he would be safe. Safe until the last two people were standing." He said slowly.

"What?" Emily said.

"But, now that I think about it…I don't think he mentioned me being there with him." Dylan said slowly.

"But I don't understand." Emily said.

"Then let's keep walking, find John, and understand." Pat said, pulling Dylan away from the wall and pushing him onwards.

The maze had been quiet for some time, and the center of the maze was hazy and well-lit. The air was heavy and the surroundings were dark.

Suddenly there were noises coming from near the center of the maze. All you could see was three people coming from different directions towards the cent.

Sara entered and froze in her tracks as she saw the others not far from her. Her legs locked as fear shattered her confidence. She walked cautiously towards the center.

Jasmine walked slowly as she saw the other two. Her fear was noticeable and she knew that there was no turning back this time. She flipped her hair out of her face and walked towards the center.

Buddy's head was held high as he saw the two women walking towards the center. Fear lied in his eyes, but he refused to let it show. Once he reached the center, along with the other girls, all stood quiet.

All three stood looking at each other, and a loud rumble shook the room. The maze path was descending into the floor, after two minutes they stood in an empty room. In the outer part, there were six doors.

Suddenly all doors opened and they each ran for one. But when they were three inches from the doors they each noticed something odd. The doors weren't real, and the walls looked like they were moving.

Sara shrieked as she was the first to notice it. She ran back to the center, meeting Jasmine. They looked terrified.

"What do we do?" Jasmine asked.

"I don't know!" Sara replied.

"I do!" Buddy exclaimed.

When the two girls looked at Buddy, Buddy fisted Sara in the face as he kicked Jasmine in the stomach. After they fell to the ground in sync, he laughed.

"In order to stop the walls, you two must die." Buddy said through his smile.

"US?" Jasmine yelled, "Who said it'd be us?"

"Yeah…maybe just maybe…" Sara said.

Jasmine went to turn and look at Sara when she felt Sara's body jump on top of hers. Sara took Jasmine's hair and pulled it to where Jasmine's head slammed into the cement.

Jasmine maneuvered by smashing here palm into Sara's already broken nose. Sara flew back as she cried from the pain in her nose. As she flew back she felt a foot hit her spine hard and her piercing cry followed a kick in the stomach.

Jasmine the looked up at Buddy who was still smiling down at Sara. She smiled too as she inched forward.

"Buddy?" She asked.

Buddy raised his head, and Jasmine slapped him hard across the face. Buddy held his face from the burning sensation, and got upset. Then he screamed and fell after he felt a foot kicking him into his crotch.

Once defeated and lying on the floor Buddy stared up at her.

"Shit…" He said.

Sitting in a different room he watched the screen with the three people. A wide grin was spread across his face.

"Yes, yes…let's see who shall be victorious."