Scene v


"No, no, no," Alison cried as her head remained buried in her arms and she continued her attempt to keep from crying.

"Alison," Roy called, his foot hit the saw that lay on the ground and slid it closer to Steven's body. "You need to hurry; we don't have very much time," he informed, glancing back at the timer that continued to count down.

"Then do it your God damn self!" she screamed, her hands pounded against the floor and her head slammed back into the wall she sat against. "I can't do it, Roy," she confessed, tears still rolling down her face as she stared up at the ceiling, "please; help me."

Roy looked down at his hands, they were still partially black and the muscle beneath the skin still visible on some parts of his arm. "My hands, Alison," his hands weren't recovered enough to do much of anything.

Giving a small sigh, Kaden looked over at Grace, "Should we…help?" he asked.

"I don't think it'd be such a good idea to ignore the rules, this isn't our game; it's Alison's. You remember what happened to Isaac, right?" she said, keeping her eyes fixed on the timer as Kaden moved his vision toward the glass box.

Her lip quivering, Alison crawled forward to Steven's corpse. She stopped and sat to the side of him, examining her former lover's body. His eyes were wide open, the color remained, but they seemed unnatural and lifeless. His skin was also very pale from having been dead for several days and the dangerous loss of blood.

She reached over and grabbed the saw by its dirty handle and placed her free hand on Steven's stomach. "Steven…" she whispered. She could feel herself slipping away into another sob. The fact that he was dead hadn't fully attached itself to her mind. It seemed like it was just some bad dream, and now she had to cut through him with a rusty saw. It was just too surreal.

"Alison! Hurry!" Roy shouted, he looked back at the timer and saw how close it was to reaching one hundred seconds.

"Roy, I can't!" she yelled, and glanced over to him, "I'm sorry I—I…"

"Damn it, Alison!" his voice echoed throughout the small room they were in, "just fucking do it or we're all gonna die because you're too big of a pussy to—!"

The officer was cut off by the sound of Alison's bawling. Rather than sitting and doing nothing, her free hand grabbed Steven's shirt tightly and began to saw into his abdomen in hopes that the key had perhaps been swallowed and was now stuck in his intestines.

Alison moved her hand forward and back, Steven's gut made cringing squishing noises as blood spewed against Alison's shirt. Her wailing continued as she finished making the deep cut into his stomach. She dropped the saw and grabbed the fresh slit with both hands and pulled upward, a stream of blood blasting forward. Alison ripped the flap of stomach upward. It made an unsettling sucking sound as the skin detached from Steven's abdomen.


The sun was beginning to rise, dim rays of sun were shining through the red curtains in front of the windows. This gave the room a rosy glow to it.

Sitting on her bed, Alison had a cell phone to her ear. The sound of ringing was very soft. A few moments passed before the ringing turned into an answering machine. "I'm not in right now, leave a message and I'll try to get back to you," came Steven's voice from the recording.

Alison sighed in unison with the 'beep', "Hi Steven; it's Alison again. You haven't answered your phone in a few days; I'm getting worried about you. I was wondering if whenever you're available we could do something together—as friends. I just haven't seen you in a few months and I kind of miss—"

A long beep interrupted Alison and she let her hand drop to her side. "Maybe he went out somewhere with his… girlfriend," she said in an attempt to comfort herself; but all Alison could think about now was how Steven was no longer with her.

She dialed Steven's number into the phone once more and placed it up to her ear. The ringing began and a loud knock was heard at her door. "Uh, hello?" she asked.

The knocking continued and Alison simply stared at the door, "I'm on the phone, Dad," she stated.

The knocking was even louder this time and she walked to the door in a huff, the phone still on her ear. "Dad, I'm busy," Alison said as she opened the door. "Aaah—!" she cried, her screams were muffled by the figure in the pig mask who covered Alison's mouth with its hand.

It pushed Alison into the wall and used its free hand to pin one of her arms against the wall; the phone dropped to the floor as Alison continued her muffled cries for help.

A second masked figure walked through the door and introduced a syringe into Alison's neck; the fluid inside the hypodermic was injected into her veins.

Her eyes slowly shut and she fell to the floor while the two masked assailants looked on.


The skin was separated and Steven's intestines were visible; Alison moved through the pinkish organs. She continued to cry as she pulled them out from the hole now in Steven's stomach. "Where is it… where is it?" Alison asked, almost choking on her own sobbing.

She pressed down against parts of the bloody intestines, but no key could be felt.

Alison grabbed the saw and began to carve away at a small sack-like organ inside of the opening, Steven's stomach. Syrupy liquid gushed out from the gut as Alison then ripped it apart, nothing could be found.

She dug through the gap in Steven's abdomen, pushing away smaller organs as her frustration grew. "Come on!" she screamed as her sobs increased. Alison lifted her hands slightly and looked at them, they were covered with blood and small streams of it ran through the openings in-between her fingers.

Roy stood next to the locked door, watching the ever-increasing pool of blood beneath Alison's legs. Roy looked back up at the timer that was set onto the door, his eyes widened and he shouted, "Alison! We only have thirty seconds left!"

Her panic started again and her hands worked vigorously as she further stirred the organs in Steven's body. "Damn it, c'mon!" Alison shouted as she began to rip apart the intestines that lay on the ground. They made moist popping sounds as dark colored liquid poured from them.

Alison's eyes moved to Steven's chest. Her hands felt around his shirt and then dug into his pants. "Please, please…" she pleaded as she continued to search for the key.

She moved her hand up to Steven's neck and felt around, two bumps could be felt, one was his Adam's apple and the other was, no doubt, the key.

"Yes, yes!" Alison said as she attempted to push her hand into Steven's mouth. There was no way it was going to fit in his mouth and down his throat.

Her hands scrambled around the floor, feeling for the saw. Alison gripped the handle and pushed down on Steven's head with her free hand. She sawed with intensity as blood ran down the sides of his neck and covered the teeth of the saw.

With the new cut made, Alison dropped the saw and reached into Steven's throat, she grabbed the blood-covered key and pulled it out. "I have it, I have it!" Alison shouted, the key raised into the air.

"Throw it!" Roy demanded, looking up at the clock; there were literally seconds left.

Alison threw the key in Roy's direction. The officer bent over and caught the key in his hands. He turned around and inserted the key into the hole; Roy twisted it quickly, causing the timer to shut off.

A sigh of relief came from Roy as several metallic clicks came from behind the locked door. He gave a chuckle of anxiety and turned around to look at Alison who was no longer excited.

The girl sat in a pool of her ex-boyfriend's blood, her pants drenched with the liquid and her shirt slightly wet.

She could no longer bear to look at Steven's body; she couldn't even cover her face to cry, for her hands were covered with blood.

Grace made the first move and walked over to Alison, Kaden simply walked around them and towards Roy who was staring at the poor girl.

Taking off her shirt and leaving only a black tang top underneath, Grace handed it to Alison. "Here," Grace said without a smile on her face.

Alison took the shirt and began to rub her hands; tears began to fall from her face once more and onto the shirt. Grace kept a safe distance away from the puddle of blood but rubbed Alison's shoulder in hopes to comfort her. "Take your time…it's ok." Grace told her.

Kaden stopped next to Roy, nudging his head toward the door, "Hey, shouldn't we open it?"

"I don't want another game to start. Let's wait," Roy suggested, his arms folded over his chest as he continued to watch the two girls.

A harsh cough came from Kaden's throat, drawing the attention of Roy. "What the hell…" Kaden said, looking down at his hand, a small splatter of blood was visible.

"The poison," Roy said, looking up at Kaden's face, which was filled with worry and confusion. "What's wrong?" he asked.

Kaden wiped his hand against his pants and gave a hard exhale, "Nothing." He looked at his dry hand and shook his head slightly, "Why am I being affected?" he muttered to himself.


To be continued…