Note: Sorry, for a third time, for such a long delay. The scenes shall continue as planned so don't fret. Also, two posters and a scene from Saw VI have been released.


Scene vi


Special Agent Shaan Primo stepped over a puddle of dried blood and looked up at Kenneth. He hung forward slightly; the shackles on his ankles and wrists kept him firmly in place.

"Aaaah—aaaah!!" came the odd screaming sound from a man who stood with his feet chained to the floor and his arms spread out wide. Shackles wrapped around his wrist and kept his arms up into the air. A small cuff was tightly placed around his tongue along with a small white string that extended from it and to some odd mechanical device.

Another officer bent over to examine a wire on the ground. A small cuff attached to the tip of Ken's tongue, which had been cut off. "Wow," the officer said as he stood up. "This is some heavy shit."

Shaan looked back to the officer and to the chopped tongue on the ground. He looked back to Kenneth's corpse and the barbed wire that remained stuck inside his flesh.

The man's eyes wandered to the walls. Phrases were written in blood on the wall. They read, 'See No Evil', 'Hear No Evil', and 'Speak No Evil'.

"Mister Primo," said a detective as she walked calmly over to him. "We've got another cassette."

She held out the recorder to Shaan who was quick to take it. "Again?" he asked as the detective just gave a shrug.

Agent Shaan clicked the play button and kept the recorder by his side as it went through the rules of Kenneth's game, which played once again in Alison's warped voice.

"Hello Kenneth. I want to play a game," the recording said. But Primo paid little attention to the reasons for why Kenneth was put in to the trap. He was listening for important details and information. Clues to where the next game will be held.

"You try to see no evil, hear no evil, and speak no evil. But in doing so, you've closed…" the tape continued on as Shaan put the recorder to his ear. The tape soon ended and Shaan gave a heavy sigh.

"What the hell is going on?" Agent Primo asked as he looked around the room to the other officers. "Is Jigsaw's helper trying to tell us something or not? Is she just trying to fuck with us?"

"Hey," an officer said. On the tape it asked this Kenneth guy if he wanted to see again and it told him all he needed to do was turn the lights back on. There's no way he could've seen the writing on the wall without light." The officer pointed to the blood-written phrases on the wall. "This was for us to see."

Shaan Primo scratched his dark-colored hair. His eyes moved up to Kenneth and scanned his body. "On the last recording the girl talked about betrayal and how she lead Paula and Kevin into a trap. Maybe she's on the force somehow. Let's go back to station where Kevin and Paula was. There may be something we haven't seen."

The agent looked up to the other officers who simply agreed. "We don't have much time," he reminded them. "Even if this is all a trap for us…" Primo said; he had full knowledge of Jigsaw's ingenious plans. "…there are lives at stake here. And we need to do what we can."


Kevin remained on his back, breathing deeply. His skin was a light pink at this point. Ten minutes had passed since he got out of the scalding hot pool. The door to the pool had been closed already.

Agent Geoff held the gun and Kevin's shirt in one hand and used the other to feel the steel plating over the window. His hands had strips of dried blood on them, but the wounds had already begun to heal. "Every single damn window is sealed. Did Jigsaw do this?" Geoff asked as he turned his head to the others.

Grace gave a shrug, but this question made her think. Even with Alison helping him, how could John and her go through the entire building and seal everything up without being noticed? The simple answer was that he couldn't have. This building had been already fully sealed up when John started the game.

The government was—and is likely still—hiding something there.

"Kevin," Geoff called out for the detective who looked up. "This steel is actually kind of cold."

Kevin pushed himself off the ground, wincing in pain as he did so. Paula watched Kevin stagger over to the window. Paula's right foot was now even paler than before. Purple and red blotches were forming at the bottom of her foot.

The detective pressed his body against the steel plating and gave a sigh of relief as he did so. "That feels so nice," Kevin said with a chuckle.

"Are we timed?" Grace asked, looking to Geoff for an answer. "For our game, I mean. Do we have a limited amount of time to 'escape'?"

"I…don't think so," the agent responded.

"When I played his game last time, he gave me a goal. I was to meet with him if I continued through the game. Going through all his traps and challenges," Kevin began to say, moving over to another steel plate and pressing his back against it. "Eventually I met up with him, but it was all for nothing. I let people die rather than let Jigsaw go…"

"If you had overcome your obsession with capturing me, Kevin…" Jigsaw began. "…Detective Paula would've come and taken me away anyways. But now Kaden, Mary, and Jade have to die because of your obsession."

"So what goal are we going for this time?" Paula asked. "We're just moving through the building at this point. Are we supposed to be accomplishing something?"

"I guess so," Geoff said as he looked over to Grace. She appeared to be preoccupied with her own thoughts.

"That's scary," Kevin announced. "At least I knew what was going on last time. But now…it seems like all we're doing is trying to survive. He asked me in a recording if I wanted to see him imprisoned…"

"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."

Geoff placed the gun into his back pocket and threw Kevin's shirt in front of him. "We should probably get going," said Geoff, "that is, if you're all right now."

"Yeah. I'm okay," Kevin said, grabbing his shirt from the floor.

Paula pushed against the ground and stood up. Her right foot didn't fully touch the ground. "I got you," Grace said as she let Paula lean on her.

The four of them moved down the hall to the door at the very end. Grace looked back to the phrase, 'Live Your Life', written in blood at the beginning of the hallway once more.

Geoff pulled on the door handle. It moved an inch but it didn't open fully. "Geez. Is this thing locked?" he asked, gripping the handle tight but quickly released it. "Ow! Damn it!" Geoff looked down to his cut and torn hands. The wounds were beginning to re-open.

Kevin grabbed the door handle. It was cold as well and felt nice against his healing hands. He breathed in deep, took a step back, and pulled hard against the handle.

Crack!

A wire snapped from the top of the door as it was pulled open. The lights flickered on in the bronze-colored room. There were steel containers spread out across the room, but Paula looked past all of it and saw the person at the end of the room.

"Carl?" Paula screamed to the man. He stood on one of the steel containers. A steel shackle was wrapped around his neck and connected to the wall, keeping him in place. A thick wire traveled from the shackle and to a p.

Carl had moved his eyes from the ground and to Paula. He was able to recognize her, even as the lights flickered on and off.

They moved into the room, Paula still focusing her attention onto Carl.

"Who is he?" Geoff asked Kevin.

Kevin had a dumbfounded look on his face before turning to Geoff. "Her ex-husband," he replied.

"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?"

Grace continued to help Paula as she moved closer and closer to Carl. "What happened?" Paula asked, examining his body as she noticed something attached to the shackle. It was a small device with a hook pinned against Carl's back. "Carl…" Paula asked, "…what happened?"

Suddenly, the door behind them closed shut and locked. A speaker in the top corner of the room turned on and Jigsaw's voice followed.

"Hello Paula. Look before you and you will see your ex-husband. Despite your fighting and threats he still chose to save you. You see, I gave him the choice to either place himself, or you into this trap. His survival depends on not only yourself, but your friends as well, Paula."

Paula looked up to Carl who appeared to have a very frightened look on his face. He was unsure whether he was going to live or not.

"Look to the right of Carl. There are five holes placed high on the wall. Each of you shall place your hand into a hole. Your hands will be crushed and then sliced clean off. Take notice that there are a limited amount of people who can place their hands into the holes. Assuming there are still four of you, at least one of you will need to sacrifice both of your hands for Carl to survive. However…if all five gaps are not filled, Carl shall die," Jigsaw explained. Tears suddenly began forming in Paula's eyes.

"His death shall be quick, relatively painless, and a surprise. Will you all let an innocent man die to keep your hands? Considering all four of you need your hands to continue your acts of justice. Especially you, Grace…"

Grace bit her bottom lip as she looked up to the speaker in the corner of the room. She feared that John would reveal the truth. After all, she was in a room with three officers.

"…How else shall you build traps and continue to be my apprentice if your missing your hands?"

Everyone had been letting his or her eyes wander until this point. All attention was immediately drawn to Grace who was forced to come up with a new plan.

"You all have two minutes. Life or death, make your choices."

The speaker shut off and Grace pushed Paula to the ground and backed away in fear that Paula would do something to harm her.

Geoff pulled the gun from his pocket and pointed it to Grace. The blood from his wounds still flowed and trailed down the gun's handle. "Put both your hands into the slots," Geoff said as he nudged his head to the holes on the wall.

Normally an officer would say, 'hands up,' but this seemed just as good.

"You!" Kevin screamed as a timer with one hundred and seconds lit up above Carl's head began to count down as Paula crawled forward to the wall.

"You're the one who knocked out Paula, aren't you?" Kevin gripped the shirt in his hand tight as he moved toward Grace, who took a step back.

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.

"That wasn't m—"

"Bullshit!" Kevin screamed, interrupting Grace, who was actually telling the truth. "You go put your fucking hands in there you fucking whore!"

Grace clenched her fists tight as she looked from Kevin to Geoff. "Don't you think you should save your bullets?" she asked with a small grin.

"No," Kevin replied. "I'd be more than willing to do anything to kill you or your sick friend, Jigsaw. I'd say it's well worth the bullets. We're just getting our worth out of you."

Grace's smile went away as she looked into the eyes of Kevin as Carl gave a sudden scream for help.

Who was really the sick one? Kevin or John?


To be continued…