Scene ii


Paula stood patiently outside of a one-way glass screen. A door opened behind her and she turned to see who was coming in.

"Is that her?" Kevin asked as he made his way into the quiet room.

Both officers looked through the glass screen and watched a brown-haired girl play with her hands that were gently placed on the table.

"She looks nervous," Kevin grinned, "perhaps she does have a secret to share."

"No shit she's nervous," snapped Paula. She kept her arms crossed as she looked over at Kevin. "This poor girl was taken from her home because of some crazy hunch you have," she said.

Kevin walked toward the door to the interrogation room. "Trust me, Paula. This hunch isn't crazy," he said. His confidence in his theory was massive. Kevin was willing to do anything to get the information out of Alison at this point.

"Hello, miss Starles. I'm detective Kevin," the man said with a smile as he silently entered the room and shut the door.

Alison placed her hands on her lap and looked up at Kevin. "You can just call me Alison," she said, uneasiness in her voice.

"Well, 'Alison', this can last a matter of minutes, or it can hours. Either way I will get out of you the information I desire," he explained with a stern tone. "You're familiar with the fact that your ex-boyfriend Steven has been gone for quite some time, correct?" Kevin asked. "Considering the amount of messages you send to Steven daily."

"I've smartened up. I gave up on Steven a couple of weeks ago. I'm no longer obsessed with him like I used to be. I learned to give up and live my life. So yeah, I've noticed he was missing; I just haven't bothered with him anymore," Alison explained.

"Do you know where he is, Alison?"

"Can't say that I do. Maybe he left town or something without telling anyone. Steven used to do those kinds of things," she suggested with a shrug.

Kevin sighed, "I can see what you're doing. You're avoiding the real answer. Just like you avoided coming to the police after Jigsaw released you from your game."

"Wait—Jigsaw? Like the Jigsaw murders?" Alison asked.

"Yes, the Jigsaw murders. You, Steven, Roy, Isaac and Kaden have all played his game. You were the only one lucky enough to survive it. Now you need to tell me where they're being hosted," Kevin demanded. His friendly demeanor vanished.

Alison looked at Kevin with look of astonishment. "You think I was in one of his games? Look, I—"

"Don't lie to me!" he shouted. "Someone doesn't just get over an obsession like that. I don't a damn if Jigsaw helped your mental issue. He's killing more people; a man by the name of David went missing recently. If you don't tell me where this sick fuck is, when we do—and we will—I can lock you up. People will continue to die if you don't tell us where he is, Alison."

Kevin grabbed a chair near the table as Alison simply looked down at the floor. "God damn it!" he screamed. The officer grabbed the chair and threw it across the room. He placed his hands on the table and hunched over to look Alison in the face. "You tell me where the bastard is!"

"Damn it, Kevin," Paula said as she bit her lip.

Violent sobbing exploded from Alison; her hands moved to cover her face.

"Alison…" Kevin whispered, "where…is…Jigsaw?" His tone was calm and comfortable—afraid that another shouting session would cause her to break down.

"32 C-County Street," Alison said, her voice subdued by sobs.

"Thank you," Kevin said. The officer left Alison and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

Paula moved toward Kevin, ready to open her mouth and scold him. "32 County Street. I'll get the SWAT team and check it out," he said as Paula went speechless.

"You gotta be a little harsh sometimes," Kevin smiled as he looked back into the room with the weeping Alison. "Check up on her in a few minutes and tell her she's free to go home. I have to work to do," he trotted toward the door and left the room.

Kevin felt as if every second would make the difference.


"Ugh…" moaned a young woman as she awoke; she then pushed herself off the wooden floor.

There was something pressing against her neck, and the short-haired woman was unable to tell exactly what it was. It was tight, but not too tight.

She placed her hands near her throat and felt cold, metallic object. "Oh my God!" she shouted, unable to pry it from her neck.

The woman stood up, her bare feet feeling the chill of the floor. The long, blue, pajama pants she had on provided her no extra comfort.

Her hands continued to feel around the metal neck brace she wore. She gripped a thin wire that was attached to the back of her neck and began to tug down on it. Suddenly, a bulb on the ceiling gave off a very dim light; mechanical noises filled the room.

She looked around the room, she now realized the wire that was on her neck brace was attached to a large, steel cylinder at the top of the room; and placed near her was a large pile of glass shards. Some of them had dried blood stuck to them. Obviously Jigsaw liked to recycle.

Moving towards the heap of glass, the blonde-haired woman noticed a recorder placed at the bottom. She grabbed the recorder and pulled it out from the pile. "Aaah!" she cried, instantly dropping it.

The recorder was attached to a single, pale, hand; a screw connected the two objects together.

Upon landing the recorder cracked and almost broke; but luckily enough it had begun to play. "Hello Jade," said Jigsaw, "and welcome."

The mechanical noises continued as Jade listened to the recording. "You find yourself in a small, dirty room. More importantly, you find yourself alone. Alone, just like you left Roy those few weeks ago."

"I thought you said you were my valiant officer," Jade said as she slammed the door behind her, leaving Roy alone in the hallway.

"You refused to help him with his drug addiction, and not once did you realize how big of a problem it was. You thought it would just go away, like nothing was wrong. I had to clean up the mistake you made, Jade. I'll say this now, for your own personal benefit: stop obsessing over Roy's disappearance. I took Roy in for my own special therapy. Unfortunately, he failed and is now somewhere in this building, dead," Jade let out a scream; her fear overcome by fury. "You need to forget about Roy and move on. Think of the brace around your neck like your wedding ring; by keeping that thought of marriage alive it will continue to choke you. Search through the mass of shards before you and attempt to find the key that will forever remove the thought of marriage from your head. But hurry, Jade, because in about thirty seconds the wire attached to the back of the brace will reel you up of the ground and leave you where your marriage with Roy has always been: hanging by a thread."

The mechanical noises stopped and Jade fell to her knees in front of the shard pile. "God damn it, God damn it…" she muttered, completely unable to collect her thoughts.

Was this lunatic trying to ask her to forget about Roy, as if nothing happened between them? Like those months of marriage were just a dream? Jade thought for the past two weeks that Roy's disappearance was because of her, and now Jigsaw tells her that Roy is dead inside of this very same building?

Without thinking, Jade quickly swept away several dozen shards. "Aaah!!" she screamed; Jade looked down at her hand and saw several small shards stuck inside of her hand, a small stream of blood dripping from each of them.

"Son of a bitch!" Jade cried out. She bit her lip as she looked down the shard pile; she knew what little time she had to complete her task.

The wire began to reel up slowly, pulling in the small amount of slack that it had. Jade used a single hand to push away large chunks of glass, many of the shards prodding into the back of her hand.

"Come on, come on!" it wasn't enough, Jade needed more force. She used both of her hand's fingertips to dig through the glass heap. The points of the shards cut into her fingers as she dug. They were small, but very painful; it felt like multiple paper cuts at once.

The glass shards were scattered across the floor as blood from Jade trickled from his hands and into the mound. "Ack!" she choked, grabbing the brace around her neck with one hand as she swept away more shards with the other. The wire began to pull the brace up, and it pushed hard against Jade's throat.

Her eyes caught a glimmer of a gold object in the shard pile. She grabbed it, along with several glass pieces, and quickly stood up. Jade coughed and took in deep breaths as she looked at the object in her hand. "W-what?" the young woman asked as she stared at the ring in her hand; it was her wedding ring from Roy.

She felt around the brace with her free hand for some sort of keyhole like Jigsaw told her there would be; that is, considering this ring was the actual key.

Jade gasped as she felt a donut-shaped hole at the very back of the brace. She took the wedding ring and pushed it hard into the hole until a sudden snap occurred and the ring locked itself into the hole. The brace opened up at the front of Jade's neck and she quickly stumbled forward. She laughed and chuckled as she took in breaths of fresh air, but her attention was quickly drawn to the sound of a metallic object dropping behind her.

The widow turned around and saw a white, blank, piece of index paper on the floor, a key taped to the front of it. Jade bent down and looked at the words written on the paper. The sentence, quotation marks and all, read: "Live your life."

Jade flipped it over, making sure there wasn't any writing on the back. She ripped the key from the paper and stood up. Jade glanced over to a single door on the side of the room before looking back down at her hands, which were covered in broken shard pieces and thin streams of blood.


A large black truck stopped a small distance from an aged building. Four men dressed in blue and darker colored armor and clothing stepped out, loading with sub-machine guns and other artillery. Kevin hopped out from the driver's seat, dressed in the same manner but was simply equipped with a pistol.

"All right, we are gonna scope the place out; we're not doing anything major. We'll call for backup once we're sure that Jigsaw is really in the place. But be careful. This guy is dangerous and likely has traps set up all—" Kevin was interrupted by a female SWAT member.

"Sir," she said, nudging her head toward the iron door in front of her, "there's a note on this door."

Kevin lowered his eyebrows and walked quickly toward the door. The girl moved away as Kevin ripped the note off. The note was a blank piece of index paper that read: 'Hello Kevin, I want to play a game. Come in through this door alone. It is time you confront your obsession…once and for all.'


To be continued…