It was about midnight at the police station, the holding cells were full of people and stacks of paper were piled on top of Officer Kevin Polser's desk. He had started working with the force since he was 25 and now ten years later, he hadn't gotten anything. Kevin was in charge of paper duty and holding cells, he never actually held a gun before or even arrested anyone for anything. He hasn't even been outside investigating anything lately. His last investigation got his partner decapitated and that was when they were investigating John "Jigsaw" Kramer.

"You still here?" Chief Marks asked as he locked his door.

Kevin looked up, "Yes sir,"

"Anything interesting lately?"

"Nothing much here sir,"

Marks shook his head and smirked, "Not from the files boy, from your wife,"

Kevin blushed slightly. Marissa Set was Kevin's new girlfriend, his old girlfriend, Lisa

Polser, had passed away with cancer leaving him with seven year-old Jade. Kevin sighed as Marks continued.

"She's boring right?" Marks asked.

"She'll get better," Kevin said.

Marks smirked and waved his hand, "That's a laugh,"

Kevin shook his head as marks left the station. He was getting tired of the old man getting into his personal life but of course he didn't say anything. Then the phone ran.

"Hello?" Kevin said into the phone.

"Daddy?" a small voice said on the other line.

Kevin sat up straight, "Jade?"

"Hi daddy!"

"Jade are you alright? What's happening?"

A small giggle erupted in his ear, "I'm fine daddy, Marissa left but someone else is here,"

Fear struck Kevin hard in the chest, "Who is there?"

"Uncle Mat,"

Relief drifted to Kevin as he took in a deep breath, Mat was Kevin's older brother.

"Where is Marissa?"

"I don't know,"

"You mean she just left?!"

"Yes,"

A woman around 28 woke up to a musty smell that burnt her nose hairs. She wore navy blue jeans and a bright pink tang top. She had long earrings on each ear and a gold necklace hung lazily from her neck along with three thin wire. The woman felt the line and followed it all the way to a sharp saw blade that layed flat against a small metal plate that held it up. The plate was attached to the three thin wire wounded around her neck. Cuffs were attached to her wrists and a long chain attached the cuffs were linked to the floor. Her bare feet felt cold on the concrete floor and then a large static sound filled the whole room.

"Hello Marissa Set," a dark cold voice emerged from the speakers, " You don't know me, but I know you. Your life has been perfect hasn't it? Nailing every man that comes your way, faking your age and pretending to be something your not and that is a slut. You were going to be something until you threw it all away one night when you took your first drink. You became so drunk that you actually slept with seven men in one night,"

Marissa opened her mouth, "It was an accident, I was drunk,"

"Your life is know nothing but a lie. But don't worry I'm going to help you change all that. As you can see, three thin wires are wounded around your neck and at the end is a sharp saw blade that will take off your head if you don't work fast. Your hands are out of business but not your legs. In front of you is a box full of nails, for each nail is a man that you nailed yourself. You must remove as many nails as you can before time runs out. If you succeed, the box will lift up and break the lines and saw blade will fall, but if not your head will be in the box. You have thirty minutes. Live or die, make you choice,"

The blade started up and it slowly made it's way down the line. Marissa looked at the box of rusty nails in front of her and started to sob. She didn't want this to happen, she made a mistake and she was willing to apologise not be tortured. She stuck her foot in the box of nails and pulled out more then expected. Nails dug deep into her foot and she screamed loudly, pain flowed through her body as she shook the nails. She then placed her left foot into the box and curled her toes around a couple of nails then dropped them on the ground. Her right foot let out a stream of blood and it started to swell already. She stuck her left foot into the box of nails and then five nails punctured her left foot and another scream escaped her throat. The saw blade whirled faster as it got closer to her.

"I can't do it!" Marissa cried, tears flowed down her face, "I fucking can'tdo it,"

Marissa attempted to stick her right foot in again but nails dug deep into her skin, she took it out and shook the nails out of her skin. Blood poured heavily from both feet now, her skin was shredded up into small bits on the floor and tears welled up in her eyes.

Kevin sat at his desk with his hands in his head.

No it can't be, she just can't go missing just like that . There has to be an explanation. There has to be!

Then a single name came into mind and anger swelled up in him like a balloon.

Jigsaw.

Kevin grabbed his coat off the rack and grabbed a gun from the weaponry. He was tired of John and his games of life lessons. He was attacking people's problems the wrong way even if they do help. He grabbed a flashlight on the way out and jumped into his car. He was determined to find when John has his lair and attack it with full force.

Marissa's knees buckled slightly wit the pain in her feet, the box full of nails were almost half gone and the clock flashed five more minutes.

"Fuck this shit!"

Marissa slammed her foot into the box and sloshed it around and lifted. About ten nails have dug themselves into her right foot and five were under her curled toes. Marissa shook the nails out then plunged her left foot into the box and came out with the same amount. The whipping of the saw blade started to get closer as the noise whistled in her ears. She did this for about three minutes until her feet soon swelled and poured fountains of blood onto the floor and the skin that was once on her feet were now laying in shreds on the floor.

"Help," Marissa said in a strangled voice, "please help,"

She struggled to place her left foot into the box but her foot hurt to much. The box contained only about ten more nails. The blade was now about an inch away from her jugular. She lifted her right foot and placed it in the box. She moved it around the box until the ten nails dug deep into her foot. She lifted it and shook the nails, the box lifted and the lines snapped like kite strings. The blade scraped half of her face and then fell to the floor, the cuffs on her wrists dropped to the ground and Marissa bent over puking up blood. The door opened and Marissa ran out.

Kevin's truck pounced up and down as he drove over pot holes in the road, determination spread across his face and then he stopped. Tire tracks lead through a path of tall grass, Kevin revered and then shifted the gear to drive and then followed the tracks all the way to the old abandoned paper mill. He remembered that the mill was shut down after some workers were caught transporting illegal drugs. Kevin jumped out of the car and ran to the door then pounded.

"I know that your in there Jigsaw!" Kevin shouted, "So show your fucking face!"

He ran to the next door and then looked in horror, his flashlight shone brightly on the rusty nail that was covered with blood. He was confused until he saw something else in big letters and in blood. WELCOME OFFICER KEVIN POLSER.

A/N: A new player has arrived to Jigsaw's lair and Dimitri's father still needs to do his share in learning.