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"Hey!" shouted Kevin. He quickly snapped out from unconsciousness and realized the situation. The detective was strapped down firmly to a metal table. His hands and ankles were cuffed to the table, preventing him from moving.

"Hey! Someone! Get me out of here!" he continued to cry out as he struggled in vain to free his hands from the cuffs.

Kevin looked over to his hands. The room he was in was fairly dark. He wasn't able to see far, but he could tell that the cuts on his hands from the elevator trap had been fixed. There was the soft feel of wrapped cloth around his hands.

"Kevin…?" came a voice as movement occurred on the floor.

Paula slowly got up from the ground. Her hand rubbed the side of her head. She could feel a bump from where Alison had hit her with the gun.

"Paula! Thank God!" Kevin laughed. "Get these things off of me!"

She came to where Kevin lie and grabbed one of the cuffs. She attempted to rip it from Kevin's wrist, but to no avail. "It's stuck, Kevin," Paula said, still a bit drowsy from having just woken up.

"Well think of something before Jigsaw starts whatever sick plan he has in mind!" he yelled.

Paula's eyes met with a recorder on Kevin's stomach. "I think it's already started, Kevin," Paula told him as she gripped the recorder.

"Don't!" he warned her as he saw what was she was grabbing. "It'll activate the trap I'm in!"

"We can't get out of here until we finish his game! I thought you studied Jigsaw enough to realize that," Paula responded.

"I've had enough of his games for a while. At least let me rest before you touch anything!"

Paula removed the recorder from Kevin's stomach and a wire connected to it ripped off. Whirring noises echoed through the room and a large object began to move down from the ceiling. However, it was too dark to see what it was.

"What the fuck, Paula?!" Kevin shouted as he tried to break from the cuffs again. "Why the hell did you do that?"

"I-I didn't think that—" Paula was interrupted by Kevin's angry screams.

"Start the damn tape! Start the damn tape!" he shouted.

Paula quickly followed orders and pressed the 'play' button.

"Hello Kevin, Paula. And welcome," Jigsaw said as Kevin bit his lip. He closed his eyes to prevent him from seeing what was coming down toward him.

"Has Jade taught you a valuable lesson about obsession, Kevin? Has her death showed you the error of your ways? Or do you still want justice? Do you still want to see me rot in prison? Tonight, we shall find out." Paula placed the recorder on the ground and looked up. The object moving down was going at a slow pace, it seemed.

"And Paula…the divorce with your husband has left you cold and angry. You forcefully took custody of child and threatened to pull some strings and imprison him if he refused. Is this what you call justice, miss detective? Look above you. There are three steel pikes coming down onto Kevin. The only way to save him, Paula, is by placing your foot on the switch in the opening underneath the metal table before you. The shackles on Kevin's body will be released and he will be free to go. However, the second you pull your foot away from that switch, the spikes will come down, full speed. Either way you choose, once the spikes enter the slots on the table, the door to the next area will open."

Paula glanced down. She still could see hardly anything, but now it was noticeable that there was a slot where she could stick her foot into. The detective knew better, though. She knew it wouldn't be as easy as flipping a switch to save Kevin.

"Is Kevin deserving of life, Paula? How far will you go to make sure that he, and his twisted obsession for justice, live? Kevin…would you make the same sacrifices to make sure Paula lives?" Kevin's eyes moved up to Paula who stared right back down at him. "The answer to this question just might be your freedom. Live or die, make your choice."

"Do it, Paula! Get me out of here!" Kevin screamed instantly as the recording ended.

Paula silently stepped toward Kevin. She bit her lip and looked down at him. "Would you?"

"Would I what?!" he screamed, anxious to escape.

"Would you really do the same for me? I think I'm going to be feeling a lot of pain once I hit that switch," she said.

But the question was: what kind of pain would it be? Electrical? Spikes? Would it crush her foot?

"Of course I would! I wouldn't watch you die like that sick fuck! You know that!" Kevin shouted, attempting to persuade Paula to release him.

Paula looked up; she could clearly see three steel, sharpened spikes coming closer to Kevin. Each would hit a major artery and kill him. She quickly stuck her right foot into the slot underneath the table that Jigsaw spoke of, and pressed down. The spikes came to a halt and Paula let out a bloody scream.

It was then that she fully realized that Jigsaw had taken off her shoes.

"Aaaah!!" the detective screamed as tilted her body forward and grabbed the metal table before her.

Cuh—clink!

Kevin's shackles were undone and he quickly sat up from the table, moving his vision to Paula for a brief moment. Her eyes were watering and she pushed her teeth against each other. Pain was clearly present as she looked at Kevin and screamed once again.

"Move!!" she shrieked as Kevin obeyed, quickly throwing himself off the table and landing on the floor.

"Aaaaaah!!!" Paula cried as she pulled her foot from the slot and fell to the ground. The three pikes slammed into the metal table a ray of light shot into the room as the door unlocked and popped open a few inches.

"Paula!" Kevin cried as he got up, grunting a bit from landing on his side.

He moved over to Paula and got on his knees. "Are you okay?" he asked as he examined her right foot.

"Does this look okay?!" she cried out.

Paula's foot was beginning to turn pale; the other regions of it were turning purple colors. All signs of the beginning of a third degree burn.


"Jesus Christ," said a police officer as he looked down at the body of Steven. His stomach was torn open…

Alison's 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.

…his right hand completely mangled…

Steven took a step back and pushed against the box with his left hand, his other arm ripped through the needles and quickly made it out the other end.

…and next to his abdomen were his organs and bodily fluids.

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.

Flashes of camera lights went off as pictures of the bloody glass box were taken.

"Sir," said the officer as he looked up, a man dressed in semi-formal, officer clothing walked over to him. The man had a badge on his shirt that read: 'Special Agent Shaan Primo'.

"I don't understand," Agent Primo said as he clasped his jet-black hair. "There's not even a recorder, a cassette, or even a television. Doesn't Jigsaw usually leave those things behind?"

Reaching into her cassette-filled pocket, Alison placed the recorder into the slot on the stand. Glass suddenly slit over to the top of the recorder, making it impossible to retrieve it.

"We found Officer Roy's body, SWAT Agents Tyson and Ivan, but where are Kevin and Paula? They were taking the case the last time we heard from them. But they've been missing for days and I thought I'd at least find their bodies here…" Shaan ranted as the officer kneeling next to him simply listened. "…but there's not a trace of them."

It was like a kidnapping. Would if be any easier if the family knew what had happened?

"Hey! I found something!" shouted an officer as he pressed against a wall with an hole--big enough for someone to look through--carved into the middle of it. The wall popped open slowly, and Agent Primo walked over to the small room within.


A door opened at the end of the room and Grace dragged Steven's unconscious body across the dirty, tiled, floor. The florescent light bulbs flicked above as Grace flipped her boyfriend's body over and attached a large, mechanical object to his back. With an electric screwdriver in hand, she drilled in four small screws that would keep the large object attached to Steven's body.

Grace plucked a wire that connected the device to the wall. She smiled softly and petted his head before walked toward John, who held a scalpel in his hand. A small hole had been carved into the wall.

"It's set, John," Grace said as the Jigsaw Killer stood up straight and turned to her a nod.

His hand pressed against the wall and it popped open. "Steven will start his game soon. The pain from the bolts will wake him," John said as he held the thin, wall-door for Grace who walked inside.

Using the eye-hole as sort of a handle, John closed it shut.

"Do you think Steven'll make it?" Grace asked with her hands grasping one another.

"You know as well as I do that nothing it certain," John said as he glanced over to his apprentice. "You came to me so I could cure Steven, but I don't do anything but give them the tools. It's up to them to complete the operation."

John looked through the hole for a moment. "However, if Steven fails, I will set a game into motion involving everyone that has caused Steven the most harm. If he succeeds, I'll place each of those people into their own, individual trap."

Grace stood silent and listened to John as he spoke about his future traps.

Suddenly, John stopped. He looked through the eye-hole. "He's awake. Come here; you need to see for yourself," John said as Grace shook her head.

"I-I can't. I love him. I can't watch someone this close to me go through so much pain...but...I care about him enough to know he has to," Grace explained as John simply gave a nod and looked again through the eye-hole.

"God damn it!"

"No, no! Please! Don't do this!"

"Please, don't do this! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"Fucking damn it!"

"Graaaah!"

Each one of Steven's cries was like a chisel, slowing chipping away at Grace's mental state. She leaned her body against the wall as she bit her lip. Tears ran down her cheeks as pain began to show itself in Steven's shouting. His screams continued, but they were soon muffled by a horrific sound.

Reeeeeeeeeee!

Grace slid to the floor and covered her face with her hands. Her sobs were uncontrollable and tears made their way through her fingers. But one final scream from Steven that drowned out the mechanical saw was what snapped Grace.

"John! Stop it! Make it stop!" Grace cried as John ignored her. He watched as Steven fell to the ground. His lifeless eyes met with John's.

John blinked his eyes slowly, and only once. He moved away from the eye-hole and placed his hand on Grace's shoulder. There was sympathy in his eyes as Grace tried her best to hold back the tears.

"I think it's time to begin our game."


"What-what…" came the voice of a man who glanced down at his white t-shirt and blue officer pants.

The man grasped the cuff around his neck and attempted to move. There was a rod, however, that held the cuff to the wall. He realized that this pole prevented him from moving up and down, but he soon discovered that he was able to move forward and backward. He stopped moving forward and back, however, when he discovered something else: an iron mask that was attached to a pole directly in front of him. This mask had hundreds of spikes jutting out from it.

"Aaah!" he cried out as he grabbed a chain that was attached to the front of the cuff. It also had spikes pointing out from it. The chain led across the room, through some sort of device, and to another man who was beginning to wake up.

"Hello," came Jigsaw's voice from a television set placed against a wall. Each man was able to see Jigsaw from only an angle, but his voice was still just as powerful.


To be continued…