Note: Again, thank you all for the kind reviews I've been receiving these past few weeks. I love to look over and see how you feel about the characters. I can't help but chuckle at all the nasty comments Kevin gets. I will be doing an Act III to my stories considering the number of people I've had looking at them. I'll be starting the new act soon. So enjoy this final scene. And if you refused to do it last time, I'd strongly suggest listening to the Saw Theme Song.


Scene viii


The SWAT truck came to a screeching halt next to the large, old, building on Country Street. Paula stepped out from the driver's side and pulled a pistol from her back pocket. The female member emerged from the passenger's side, watching as Paula ran up to the door Kevin had entered through.

"Damn it!" she shouted. Paula slammed her hand against the door and banged against it with her shoulder. "How do we get in?"

"It locked when Kevin got in," the female member said as she neared Paula. It was clear that she was altering her voice a bit, but to Paula, who had no idea who was really under that SWAT helmet, she figured that was the member's real voice.

"Well, where are the others? Wasn't Kevin bringing more SWAT members with him?" Paula asked, her hand rubbing against the metallic door.

"They went to look for another way in," the member said, her head nodding to the side. "Perhaps they found something? We should find them."

The two walked around the building, every door, window, and entry was blocked in some form. They finally stopped at an open wooden door with a note still attached to it. It read, 'Hello Paula. If you're looking for Kevin, he's in here. But keep in mind, girls only.'

"What the hell is this?" Paula asked, ripping the note from the door and examining it again.

The disguised female opened the door gently with one hand and held her gun with the other. "Hey…detective. You might wanna look at this."

Paula let the note drop to the ground as she walked to the front of the open door. Blood was splattered heavily along the floor and walls. Two SWAT members lay dead not more than ten feet from the door.

"Oh, God," Paula muttered as she walked inside. She slowed as she came closer, looking up above her. A section of the ceiling was farther down than the rest, preventing Paula from seeing what was beyond that unless she went past it and then looked up.

Her foot pressed down and a creaking sound occurred. Paula glanced around the room, looking for the thing that had killed them. "Their heads," Paula said. "It looks like they were shot in the head by something. Jigsaw laid a trap right here I think."

Paula pressed down again on the floor and it creaked again. "Weight causes this thing to move," she stepped forward and the disguised SWAT member flinched. The floor creaked heavily as Paula walked along the booby-trapped section of the ground. Her eyes looked up to half a dozen guns pointing down to the floor. Wires were connected with the triggers and were pulling up ever so slightly. "They were too heavy," she said, looking down to the two dead members. "I don't weigh as much."

"Back up, I'm coming too," the SWAT member said as she began to move forward. With the weight of the two dead members on the floor, the guns were incapable of going off again, but neither of them wanted to take any chances.

Paula continued to step back until the creaking stopped. The SWAT member moved across the floor and stepped over the dead bodies.

"Kevin's in this building somewhere. We need to find him fast. I don't want anyone else killed today," Paula climbed the flight of stairs with the female SWAT member close behind. She held her gun tight in her hands as she followed Paula's every movement, a smile on her face as she did so.


It wasn't a recording. It was his voice…Jigsaw's voice. Kevin could hardly hold his excitement as he neared the end of the hallway. He was about to put away one of the most dangerous criminals of this decade. He'd be a hero.

The hallway ended and, Kevin took a right turn into a doorless room. Kevin held his pistol tight and stopped running. He knew Jigsaw was capable of some sort of trick to kill him. The detective had to be weary.

Kevin stopped at the corner, just before the entryway of the room. He quickly moved inside with the pistol in both hands as he pointed it to a man at the other end of the room. This man sat behind a desk with several monitors placed on top of it. Wires and cords lay on one another as they stretched from the desk to the walls.

"Hands in the air!" Kevin shouted. "Take off your hood first," he demanded as the man slowly complied.

The man wore a black cloak with red lacing. With the hood removed it was clear to see he was at least in his fifties. His partially bald head and gray hair gave him a look of wisdom. He wore a small smile on his face as he then proceeded to put his hands into the air.

"Hello detective," Jigsaw said as Kevin came closer. "You here to arrest me now?"

"Yeah, that's right. I'm gonna lock you up for good. You won't put anyone else into these sick little games of yours," Kevin chuckled as held his pistol with only one hand.

"I wouldn't be so sure, detective. I have others who will continue my work, even when I'm gone," he explained as Kevin simply gazed with an emotionless expression on his face.

"Whatever. I have you, and that's all that matters right now. Get your ass outta that chair and let's go," Kevin said, sounding a bit disgusted.

Jigsaw put his hands down on to the desk and simply stared at Kevin for a moment. "You say I'm a villain. A criminal. You think I deserve to be put away. But what about you? Did you not just put three people to their deaths to come capture me? I test people who do not deserve life. And you helped me test them. You were the deciding factor in whether they lived or died. Mary's dead, Kaden died because of your inactions, and now Jade will suffer a slow death," Jigsaw placed one hand on the monitor in front of him. "Would you like to see?"

"No, you sick fuck. I don't want to see. Don't make me ask you again to get out of that damn chair!" Kevin shouted to Jigsaw who just looked at the detective.

"Look how far your obsession has dragged you. This isn't the first time either, is it? You've killed people before to imprison criminals. Some of those people didn't deserve death. People see you as the good guy, and myself as the villain. But which role do we really play? Where is the line really placed between good and bad? The line is distorted, Kevin. Just like how your obsessions have distorted your life."

"Enough!" Kevin yelled as he grabbed Jigsaw by the forearm. "I've had enough of your God damn shit! I'm taking you in!"

"Well, let's go then," Jigsaw said with a chuckle as Kevin pulled him up from his seat. Jigsaw's eyes moved to the last monitor as he was pulled away to a wooden door at the end of the room. Detective Paula and the disguised SWAT member could be seen coming up the stairs.


"No! No!" Jade screamed as she clutched her bloody hand tight. The wound from placing her hand into the saw was still fresh and dripping. The drone of the saw spinning was partially drowned out by the recording of Jigsaw from the speaker.

"Hello Jade. You have failed," said Jigsaw as Jade bit her lip tight; the saw's teeth were now ripping apart her shirt.

"I'm sorry! Please let me go! I don't deserve this!" she plead. Jade could feel one of the teeth cutting her skin.

"You've ignored the rules of my game, Jade. How can you hope to win a game without following the rules?"

"I'll say this now, for your own personal benefit, stop obsessing over Roy's disappearance."

"You need to forget about Roy and move on."

"Aaaah!!" Jade screamed as the saw began to submerge into her flesh. Blood was scattered about in front of her as the saw continued to move slowly into her abdomen.

"You feel as though Isaac, Harold, and Kaden were the ones responsible for Roy's death. They each had their part to play, but Kaden was the one who least affected Roy's death."

Even as the saw tore away at her stomach's skin and blood ran down her waist and to the floor, Jade was able to hear and understand what Jigsaw was explaining to her.

"Kaden was not responsible for Roy's death. I promised you that you meet with Roy's killer…"

"Jade, if you decide to use the key to save Harold, you will not be able to use it to open the door to the next room. And if you choose this path, you will be able to fully meet with the person who is responsible for Roy's death. After all…that is your obsession, right?"

"…it was you, Jade. Look before you and you will see it to be true," Jigsaw told Jade who quickly looked in front of her. A small mirror with drops of blood splattered against it showed Jade's reflection, pain and tears in her eyes, mentally and physically hurt.

"Aaaah!!" she screamed again as she tilted her head back and bit her lip. The saw was turning dark red and a pool of blood surrounded the locks that kept Jade's ankles and feet in check. The organs in her body were cut upon, and stomach acid soon flowed from the large wound created by the saw. Bits and pieces of her stomach sack tore off and Jade let out a blood-curdling scream.

"You constantly yelled and screamed at Roy. What made you think that that would help him? You denied him the proper care that he needed and did nothing more than scold him."

Jade quickly got off the bed and banged her hand against the wall. "Stop fucking lying to me!" she screamed, her arms flailing to her side. "The department called today and asked why you hadn't come to work yet! You won't answer your cell phone! Then I find your bag of damn drugs hidden in your drawer!"

"Jade, you have killed Kaden. A man who had committed many murders, but you sent him to death for a murder he did not do."

"And Jade, have you learned to forgive those who have dealt Roy harm? Will you kill Kaden in hopes that it shall finally satisfy your obsession? Heed my warning, it will not."

"Roy killed himself as a sacrifice for the life of Alison. Even in his last thoughts all he could think about was how he let you down, how he was sorry for the pain he had caused you. You had pushed him so low that Roy thought his life meant nothing compared to life of the others in the room before him. You are the one responsible for Roy's death…"

Jade gave one last scream of pain and depression. Blood ran down her mouth and splattered against the puddle of blood by her feet. The locks that kept her in place undid themselves and the saw stopped spinning. Jade fell onto her back as the saw's teeth tore off one last strip of skin.

"…you refused to forgive yourself for killing Roy over the course of the game. Every time the opportunity came up to do so, you ignored it. Your obsession brought this upon yourself Jade," Jigsaw said as Jade coughed up another spatter of blood. She struggled hard to breath without choking. Her short, blonde, hair was now wet with her own blood.

"Game over."


Kevin opened the door and pressed the tip of his pistol to Jigsaw's back. "Let's go you, bastard," Kevin said as Jigsaw walked in front of him. The man had his hands placed behind his head as he slowly made his way to the stairs.

"Wait, what's that sound?" Kevin said as Jigsaw stopped, his feet on the edge of the steps.

He said nothing but Kevin banged his pistol into Jigsaw's side, causing him to flinch. "I said what is that?"

"Kevin?" said Paula as she turned the corner of the stairwell with the SWAT member right behind her.

"Paula?" Kevin looked down with a look of surprise in his eyes as Jigsaw chuckled.

"You ignored the rules of my game, Kevin. You ignored every offer to freedom I gave you," Jigsaw said as Paula continued to climb the stairs.

"Listen carefully Kevin, I'm going to tell you how to win your freedom. The doors in the elevator have opened and there is a latter leading up to the next floor."

"In an hour the elevator will rise up to the next floor all by itself; or you could climb up the steps and get to the next floor faster."

"The woman before you will die in one minute if you do not go up to the door before you, and lock it with the key attached to the recorder. However, if you do lock the door, it will not be unlocked until an hour passes. As you are well aware of, I will be gone from this building by that time."

"If you had overcome your obsession with capturing me, Kevin…" Jigsaw began.

"Will you come and stop me so that the worthless scum of this planet will continue to live and never learn their lesson? Or will you learn yours and keep this woman alive?"

"If you decide to click it, Kaden will die a violent death. And a series of events will begin that will ultimately lead you to my chamber where I currently reside alive and in the flesh. But if not, Kaden's game will end and his life shall be spared. The doors will not open for an hour. By then, I will most certainly be gone."

"…Detective Paula would've come and taken me away anyways. But now Kaden, Mary, and Jade have to die because of your obsession."

"Kevin, will you let Kaden die to fuel your obsession—so you may finally meet with me?"

"Hey, shut up!" Paula said as she continued to climb the stairs. "Don't listen to his shit, Kevin. You were right. You caught him. That's all that matters."

Kevin removed the pistol from Jigsaw's back and looked to the ground. His heart raced faster as he closed his eyes tightly. Realization hit him. If he had just stayed in the elevator from the beginning, Jade would still be in front of that steel door with the note on it…

Pulling the note from the door Kevin read it over quickly. 'It would be in your best interest to wait ten minutes or so for the other player to get here. If they should not show up, proceed.'

…she would still be alive right now. Paula would've come into the room with Kaden, stopped Jade, and taken her to safety.

"I'm sorry," Kevin whispered as he clenched his fists tight.

"Anything you want to say before we put you away?" Paula said with a grin. She couldn't contain her excitement for being able to put away such a wanted criminal.

"I do," Jigsaw said, looking down at the disguised female SWAT member.

"Game over."

The disguised member bashed the very end of her gun into Paula's head. She was instantly knocked out as her body slammed against the wall and fell onto the stairs, unconscious.

Kevin, still wallowing in pity, had hardly any time to react as Jigsaw pulled a syringe from his cloak's pocket and injected the fluid into his neck. The detective quickly pushed away Jigsaw who banged into the wall behind him. But it was too late; Kevin quickly removed the syringe from his neck and the pistol in his hand shook as he aimed for Jigsaw. A shot was fired that grazed his cloak and submerged into the wall. Kevin fell to his knees and then fell over to his side.

The disguised female dropped her gun and continued to climb the stairs toward Jigsaw. She removed her helmet and revealed long, brown, hair. Her eyes met with Jigsaw's and she chuckled. "Grace is in the truck," Alison said as Jigsaw nodded with a smile.


The disguised Grace stepped out from the SWAT truck and moved toward the police department in front of her. Unaware of Alison who quietly moved from behind a car and injected a syringe into her neck with one hand, while Alison's other arm wrapped around her waist.

"Get—!" Grace began to scream but Alison covered her mouth with her free hand. Grace struggled to turn around and get free but her strength was soon lost as she fell unconscious in Alison's arms.


"And Jade?" Alison asked as Jigsaw looked at the door he had come through.

"Still alive, I presume," he said as he pulled a recorder from his cloak pocket. "Hurry."

"Thanks, John," Alison said as she took the recorder and ran into the room, down the hallway, and opened the door to the room where Kaden's blood lay in a pool on the floor and Jade lay barely alive in her own small pool of blood.

"H-help…" Jade struggled to say as Alison kneeled down next to her.

"I'm Alison," she said with an emotionless face. Jade's eyes widened; she knew who Alison was from Jigsaw's tapes.

Alison clicked the play button on the recorder and John's voice was not the one to emerge, this time.

"You were going to get your life back, Roy…why? Why couldn't you just have lived?" Alison said on the recording. She was sobbing heavily as Roy's breathing could be heard. Roy struggled to speak to Alison.

"T-tell…" Roy paused to breath. "…Jade I'm s-sorry."

Jade shed tears of her own as Alison's voice continued on the recording. "Don't die! We'll get you help, you'll be okay!"

Roy's final breath of air and blood could be heard as he spoke one last time.

"Live your life."

The recording shut off and Jade closed her eyes. "I forgive you," she whispered as Alison left the recorder by Jade's side.

Alison stood up and left the room as the dying Jade clutched the recorder and clicked the rewind button. She waited for the recorder to finish so she could hit play and hear Roy's voice again.

The recorder played the tape three more times before Jade died.


Nothing but darkness was present as Grace awoke in a room. She gasped as she sat up, her hands feeling around the cold floor.

"What the hell…what the hell?" Grace muttered as she soon felt a recorder and grasped it tight.

"No! No! What did I do?" she screamed as her thumb pressed down on the play button. Grace waited in extreme anticipation.

She was John's apprentice…why would he put her into a game?

"Hello Grace," John said. "Have you learned nothing from listening to me record the rules of the game to Jade and Kevin? Have you learned nothing from their obsessions? Your obsession over killing those who caused Steven's death cannot go unpunished, I'm afraid."

"I'm beginning to worry…about your obsession over killing every single person involved with Steven. You're running out of people to throw into traps so your getting people who were hardly involved in Steven's life."

"I am starting to wonder if you truly understand the logic behind my work…our work. If you wish to continue in being my apprentice then you better think a bit harder about what I offer to the people in my game."

"Grace…I want to play a game."

"Damn it! No!" she screamed as the recording stopped. Grace let the recorder drop as she looked hopelessly around the dark room. She couldn't see a thing in the darkness.

"Let me out! I don't deserve this! I don't deserve to be here! John!" Grace yelled as she banged her fists against the floor like a child having a tantrum. She had spent so many weeks with John, devising, planning, scheming. But now he turned the tables and tricked Grace into a trap. A game. She would do what needed to be done to get out of here and go back to John and get her revenge for whatever pain and misery he was about to put her through.

"John!"


End of Act II…