Past: Melissa Art stood upon the tall hill that stood in front of her neighbourhood. Cars zoomed quickly in and out people walking around frantically and to Melissa this was all waste of time. Her brother Dimitri Art mysteriously vanished last night at his friend's party. Dimitri's friend claimed that he had a few drinks before heading outside to relieve himself and never came back. He thought that Dimitri decided to go home but his parents haven't seen him since yesterday at six. Melissa was growing tired of this cat-and-mouse game, she wanted something else exciting and mysterious to come up. She lived in a small town on the outskirts of Mississauga, she moved there from Los Angeles when she was young and has hated it ever since. After Dimitri's vanishing act her parents made a seven curfew that Melissa had to obey or else. Melissa knew what the punishment was if she dared to be even a minute late after the curfew and to her it was kind of lame for her parent's forcing her to take anti-depressants again. She had a few bad experiences with them after she found herself on the edge of a bridge looking down at the rocks that stuck out at her. Melissa looked at her watch and saw that it was six o'clock and she decided to go home. She stumbled her way down the hillside and jumped down on to the ledge of her patio deck. Pots and pans banging on the stove top could be heard and Melissa opened the glass patio door and stepped in.

"Hello," Melissa said dully.

"Finally," her mother breathed as she rushed to hug her.

Melissa squirmed out of the hug and looked at her father who had no expression on his face.

"What's going on?" Melissa asked.

"Still nothing," her father said coldly towards her as if the vanishing of her brother was her fault. Melissa and her dad never really bonded together as father and daughter, her father was always abusing her through words with the occasional slap in the face. He would turn his attention to his 'perfect' son and leave his daughter in the dust. Then the doorbell rang and that broke Melissa's and her dad's staring contest.

"Delivery for Melissa Art," a distant shallow voice called from the doorway.

Melissa rushed over to the door and took the package from the mailman.

"Thanks," Melissa said giving him a small smile, the mailman nodded and walked down their driveway.

"What's that?" her father demanded.

"It's mine," Melissa said rushing up to her room and she furiously slammed the door and locked it. Shouts could be heard from downstairs and Melissa knew that her parents were getting in a fight of their own. She blocked out the noise and ripped open the brown package and dumped open the contents. Melissa quickly backed away as if she was shocked by lightning. A served finger layed beside a message done in blood. The blood message was written on paper and it seemed to be fresh as blood droplets were smudged against the paper. The finger was a terrible sight for Melissa, it was cleaned of blood to show the intense burn that was filled with puss and blood mixed. Melissa cautiously picked up the finger and noticed the veins and skin that was twisted as it was torn off the victim's hand, The bone was jagged slightly.

"Melissa!" a strong unkind voice called, a vicious knock followed, "Open this fucking door right know!"

Melissa's heart skipped a beat as the door cracked slightly as her father forced his whole body against the door. She gather up all the contents from the packaged, opened the window and escaped.

Up on the hill once again tears flowed heavily down her face as a loud crashing noise erupted from her bedroom window she forgot to close. Loud cursing could be heard from her father's voice and then nothing. Melissa took up the blood letter and read to her self: "DON'T FORGET ME MELISSA ART,"

Melissa's sadness was replaced with fury, her brother was hiding somewhere and she was taking punishment for it. She should've known that something like this would happen some day her but something else also hit her that frightened her so. What if John 'Jigsaw' Kramer kidnapped him? Melissa had heard of the psycho, he would capture people and torture them into showing them a life lesson. Jigsaw had seem to make his way onto the front page a lot if his victims were discovered alive. Melissa remembered one article about the cocaine addict who had to cut his own nose off in order to survive, people found it hard to believe that it actually made him a better person. Melissa in fury, ripped the message into shreds and let the wind take it away from her.

The next day Melissa woke to something crunch in her bed. During the evening she had returned to her house and slept. Melissa turned over to see small black eyes of a beetle staring back at her. She let out a blood-curling scream as she immediately jumped out of her bed and gasped at the horror in front of her. Bugs of all kinds were filled in her bed, some were crushed so their blood and guts were staining her crisp white sheets while the others just stayed where they were. Melissa soon realized that they were dead, their motionless statue like positions scared Melissa more than when they were alive.

That morning Melissa went up to her sanctuary on the hill which was a tunnel that went deep beneath the ground. Melissa and her brother Dimitri discovered this cave when they were about 10 years of age, Dimitri fell through a hole in the dirty wall and ever since it became their place to think clearly. Melissa crawled through the hole and came to an large room like structure, many secrets and conversations were buried here that Melissa has totally forgotten about. Melissa drew her knees close to her chest as he buried her head in her arms and wept silently to herself.

Present: Melissa was know chained to a wooden chair staring into the cold sea blue eyes of her brother. He looked half-starved and he smelled terribly of decayed bodies and days old blood. John was standing in the shadows near Melissa's only exit out and smiled at the scene that was unfolding before his very eyes.

"You forgot about me," Dimitri said in a strong yet shallow voice, to Melissa he had seemed to distant.

"I haven't forgotten about you," Melissa said, "Your my young brother,"

Melissa was always declared older even though they were twins, Melissa was born exactly one hour before Dimitri.

"We're twins," Dimitri said angrily through his teeth.

Melissa rolled her eyes, they have had this conversation before and it ended in Dimitri punching Melissa in the face and Melissa breaking Dimitri's finger.

"Did you get the message I gave you 7 months ago?" Dimitri said slyly.

"Which one the finger or the bugs?" Melissa said in a bored tone.

"Remember that finger? You broke it twice,"

"One was on purpose and the other was just a complete accident,"

John moved out of the shadows and muttered something to Dimitri as he turned away he caught Melissa's dark glare. But he just smiled and left the room as Dimitri raised the revolver in his hand eye-level to Melissa.

"There can only be one apprentice to the famous Jigsaw," Dimitri said, "And I guess I am that apprentice,"

Future: Things can turn out for the best or for the worst, none of which Melissa knew of. A revolver in the hand of her brother and her bounded to a chair would end either happily or terribly wrong. But one thing is for sure, there will be blood for either one.

A/N: Hope you liked it thanx! Reviews are welcome!