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Roy looked at Kaden's face; he seemed to be confused about he blood he had just coughed up. Roy glanced away from Kaden as the man continued to mutter to himself. Roy changed his vision to Alison who was now beginning to stand.
Moving away from the puddle of blood and using Grace's shirt, Alison was attempting to dry the blood from her sweatpants but to no avail. Alison gave a sigh and let the bloody shirt drop to the dirty floor. Wet with Steven's blood, Alison was able to easily rip off the bottom part of her pants, leaving the pants pieces on the ground; this left her with a pair of sweat shorts.
"Alison, the recorder," Grace reminding her.
Alison bent over and picked it up. "Don't worry, I know," she said while wiping away leftover tears from her eyes.
The two girls walked over to the next door. "Alright. We should go," Grace suggested.
Kaden followed his usual role of 'doorman' and pushed the metallic door forward. It swung open gradually and was stopped by its various, rusty, hinges, giving off a shrill groan as it came to a stop.
Roy stepped onto the tiled floor, unable to tell if it was dirty or not by its brownish color. The four survivors walked into the eerily empty, and small, room. Only a few objects could be found inside: another locked door at the end of the room, to side of the door was a container surrounded by steel which had only a very small opening at the top, inside the container was a pedal of some sort, a wire connected the container to the hinges of the door. Just above the container were two steel bars that were attached to the wall, a saw blade sticking out from the middle of the bars and a worn away, red button just above the bars. And right in the center of the room was a wooden table with a crimson colored box placed on top of it. All the while a single light bulb was connected to the ceiling, providing a small amount of light to see.
The officer looked down at Kaden's pants. A red mark was left from the blood that he wiped off his hand after he coughed into it. "Best not to waste any time," Roy told Alison who held the recorder, "We probably don't have a lot of it left."
Alison nodded her head and silently walked towards the table; still making an attempt to recover from the last game by pushing away her emotions. Roy was right; she could mourn all she wanted afterwards. For now, she had to live. Alison needed that antidote.
She wasn't doing this to see Steven again, but rather…she was doing it for herself; Alison was doing it to move on.
She opened the box and saw one object inside of it: a cassette with the name 'Kaden' painted on the front in black ink. There was not a photo in sight, nothing but the lone cassette.
Removing the previous cassette from the recorder, Alison put inside the new one. She walked forward to Kaden a bit, looking him in the eyes. "It has your name on it," she informed him.
Kaden's eyebrows lowered and he glanced down at the recorder, just in time to see Alison hit the play button.
"Hello, Kaden," came the same voice from the recording, as influential as ever.
"For the past few years, your entire life has been filled with lies, lies which even I have not been able to understand. But there is a single important lie that you have been keeping from your friends. A lie which I believe should be announced to them," Kaden stared at the recorder and held his breath while the others stared at him. Their curiosity was booming.
"You were the one who started my game; you were the one who cuffed each of the players to the pole, and you were the one who put the key in the stove," Roy's eyes looked at Kaden with intense wrath.
Kaden was the reason why Roy had to stick his hands into the stove? The officer gritted his teeth. He remembered what Kaden had told him in the first room.
"Knock it off!" Kaden said, turning his head towards the shouting Isaac. "Panicking will get us nowhere. Look," he nudged his head to the side of Roy and Alison, "you both can reach that stove. See what's there."
Now it made sense.
"Listen carefully now Kaden, go to the table before you and check underneath it," Jigsaw said as Kaden walked past Alison who didn't bother to even glance at him.
Kaden simply patted underneath the table and a smile appeared on his face. "There is no doubt you will need this for your own protection against your angry teammates," Kaden pulled out a long knife from beneath it, and he ripped away the tape that had previously held it to the bottom of the table.
"Now you will help me again. I want you to decide, Kaden, which one of you is the most unworthy of the life they possess. There is a container at the end of the room, fill that container with blood and the door to the penultimate trap will be revealed. Choose wisely, and choose only one, Kaden. Who will live or die? The choice is yours. Let the game begin." The recording ended with a click and the room was filled with the silence.
Suddenly, the silence shattered. "You were the one who chained us together to that damn pole?" Alison shouted to Kaden; she turned around and gripped the recorder in her hand tightly.
"I'm also the one who poisoned you," he said with a small chuckle. Kaden no longer had fear of telling the truth.
"What?" Grace shouted, she took a step toward Kaden, "You fucking did this to us?" Her eyes were filled with fury as she looked over at Roy who was completely silent.
"I woke up before any of you," Kaden began—
Kaden wakes up in an almost completely dark room, a recorder by his side and the bodies of Isaac, Alison, Roy, and Grace near him.
"Jigsaw gave me two choices: to either give everyone a syringe injection and drag you to the room to the right…"
The recorder plays and gives Kaden, who is now looking over to five syringes lined up inside of a vial container, directions.
"…Or to leave the syringes be and drag everyone to the other room."
Kaden picks up each syringe and carefully injects the yellowish fluid inside into each of the unconscious bodies before him.
"So instead, I injected the poison into all of your except for me," he said with a smile.
Kaden picks up the last syringe for a moment but chuckles and places it back into the container.
"Meaning I don't have a thing to worry about," Kaden explained with a single laugh.
He drags each body through a doorway, cuffing each of them to the large chain before tying a key to the back of the stove and cuffing himself to the chain attached to the pole.
Grace was speechless, her mouth was open and she shook her head slightly; she appeared to be struggling to find the right words to scold Kaden with.
"I'm not sure whether to be angry with you or grateful," Roy said with a frown. Alison and Grace shot their heads to the officer with surprised expressions on their faces. "Sure, my hands are burned, but I got my life back. I can go home and really live again," he said with a shrug. "This was better than any therapy I could've gotten." Roy looked into Alison's eyes with a smile.
It took a moment, but it appeared she understood exactly what Roy was talking about.
"Regardless…" Kaden said quickly.
"Alison—!" Grace shouted.
Kaden grabbed a handful of Alison's brown hair with his free hand and pulled her in toward him. He held the knife in his other hand and pressed it against her neck. "…Someone still needs to die," he said.
"Let me go!" Alison screamed; she began to struggle a bit but she quickly stopped as she felt the cold, metal blade press hard against her neck. It was ready to draw blood.
Kaden gave a scoff, "I wouldn't try to pull a fast one," he warned her.
"Kaden, look, we can forgive you for what you did to us. We understand; you had to do what you did. You were just playing Jigsaw's game," Roy told him.
"He didn't even do what he was told!" Grace shouted with rage, "He didn't even inject himself with the syringe like Jigsaw told him to!"
Roy gave Grace a stern look; she understood what he wanted and silently stared at Kaden instead.
"We can figure out another way out of this. Maybe we can fill the container with something else besides blood," the cop suggested. He looked at Alison who was quite calm but appeared to be holding back tears once again.
Kaden shook his head, "Not gonna happen. The only thing I need to figure out is which one of you I need to kill. Which one of you do I think is the least deserving of their life?" He looked over at Grace who still stared at him. "I haven't heard shit about you. What have you done to get in here?" he asked with a smile.
"I helped kill a couple people," she said quickly, looking down at the ground but than right back at Kaden. "Why don't you just let her go; take me instead? I've done worse than she has," Grace told him.
"Ooh," Kaden said with a shake of his head. "I don't know about that. You helped kill two people; but Alison here seems to be the direct cause of Steven's death. Why he was put here in the first place; she's the one that made him cut himself. It's a tough call. Roy seems to have learned his lesson, but Alison…I don't know," he debated with a chuckle.
"We can talk this out Kad—" Alison was interrupted by the knife once more, pressing a bit harder on her neck; a single, thin stream of blood ran down her neck.
"I don't think there's going to be anymore talking for you," Kaden said. "It's different when you step into Jigsaw's shoes. There are so many people undeserving of their lives. How can I choose only one?"
Roy walked forward, not toward Kaden or Alison, however. He walked around them, toward the locked door.
"I wouldn't bother, Roy. That door ain't budgin'," Kaden said, his eyes followed Roy slightly, but he made sure to look back at Grace every second or so.
"Roy," Alison said in a hushed tone, but loud enough for him to hear her.
The officer took in a nervous breath of air and stopped in front of the container. He looked down at it; a small opening was visible, just enough room to fit his index finger into it. Roy's mouth was dry, as were likely everyone else's. It would impossible to come up with enough saliva to weight down the small pedal in the container.
"Get back here Roy, please," Kaden ordered. He pulled back Alison's hair a bit tighter.
"Roy! What are you doing?" Grace asked, her hands out to her side as she watched him.
Roy grabbed the two steel bars above the container; they curved sort of like a railing. They were up to his torso and were spread out by about two feet.
The officer looked forward at the worn, red button and than down at the saw blade. Its teeth were razor-sharp and spotless, not a trace of rust to be found.
Luckily the button was aligned almost perfectly with his forehead. Roy moved closer and placed his abdomen against the blade, his head pressed hard against the wall and pushed the button.
"Roy!" Alison shouted as Kaden pulled her hair back a bit, but he couldn't help but move his vision to the officer.
Roy took his final breath of blood-free air.
Reeeeee!
As the button clicked the saw's blade pushed out another few inches and began to spin rapidly. "Gaaah!!" Roy shouted and his eyes slammed shut.
The blade mangled his white shirt; the fabric flew in all directions. The blade's teeth shredded his skin from his body and blood, every few moments, would churn out from his stomach and against the wall before him.
Roy continued to scream with pain as the spinning blade began to move upwards. The blade cut and severed Roy's intestines; so rather than blood, sappy organ fluids began to fill the container.
"Oh God, Roy, no!" Grace shouted, her body trembled as Alison twisted and turned her body. Alison was attempting to see what was happening to Roy, but Kaden paid little attention to her, for he was too busy watching the blood run down from his stomach.
The blade cut through the middle of his stomach and unexpectedly a mix of blood and syrupy, green, bodily liquids forcefully splattered against the wall. "Aaah!!!" Roy shrieked with great intensity; his eyes shot open to see not just his insides, but also the insides of his organs. Globs of dark blood trickled down from his mouth and hit the container below and burst into many droplets.
The sound of the blade carving through bone could be heard clearly, for the officer stopped his screamed. He let go of the steel bars before him and let himself drop backwards. The bars were dripping with blood and had patches of skin stuck to them, not from Roy's torso's blood, but his hands. He gripped the bars so firmly it reopened the burn wounds on his hands.
Roy fell back and away from the blade that continued spinning, it refused to let go of Roy without peeling away a strip of his skin first.
He landed with a hard thud as the door next to him began to unlock, clicking sounds could be heard as it shook slightly and opened an inch or so.
Kaden's grip was loosened and Alison broke free, he didn't bother to care, for the blood that was needed had been supplied.
"Roy!" Alison yelled as she ran toward Roy's distorted body. The frantic female prayed to God he was still alive.
To be continued…
