(Thanks to Angie2282 (A lot lol), Can't Get Any Better, AlexTheMortal, Lance-Dusk., Zro-Kemuri 9t6, jamesss, and zackt2010 for your reviews! All right, the first three traps, which are Damians, Conners, and Leslie's will happen!

Damian flicked his eyes around the room, breathing his hard. "Hello! What the fuck! This is sick, fuckin' sick!" Damian knew he power couldn't help. What would invisibility do at a time like this? 'Well, nothing for it.' Damian thought before suddenly swinging his hand sideways. With a horrible ripping sound, the hook split straight through his hand and out between his index finger and thumb, leaving blood to start to spill.

"Jesus Christ!" Damian cursed in pain, despite the hoop on his jaw preventing him to talk properly "Fucking! Fuck!" Damian shook his head and tried to grit his teeth, and counted down from three. At one, he ripped his other hand away, resulting in the same wound, blood spilling to the floor. Damian let out another yell. 'It's not gonna end like this! No fucking way!'

Damian then turned his attention to the hoop in his jaw, and suddenly encountered a problem. It was hooped through his mouth and through the flesh of the hole of the jaw, before hooping back into his mouth. There was no way he could pull it out. Even so, Damian tugged it experimentally, but that resulted in an unpleasant metallic scraping on his teeth.

And then Damian realised why he was on a platform. He looked down the 3 foot distance, and then closed his eyes. "Fuck..." he whispered, before jumping in the air forwards.

With an almighty, intensely painful tug, Damian was jarred from head to toe as he hung through the air by only his jaw. He screamed in intense and unbearable pain. It hadn't worked, his jaw was still intact. But then his jaw emitted more pain, and then a crack, and then with a ripping noise Damian fell smack bang to the floor, face down, blood pouring from where his jaw would have been. All there was now was a gaping husk, his top teeth sticking out awkwardly, and some were laying on the flood, bloodstained.

Slowly, painfully, Damian crawled to the door, leaving a blood trail, and just managed to place his hand on the door handle and pulled it, but it didn't open.

"Oh sorry." Came Amanda's voice. "I would let you out, but unfortunately your so-called leader has left you. Rest in peace." With a cackle, Amanda left, leaving Damian to slump to the floor, listening as her footsteps disappeared.

LINE BREAK

"Conner Sheppard..." The voice from a recording said. "Some human's call you a menace to society, a traitor, and a murderer. I agree with them. You kill without regard for life, without giving anyone a chance. How man innocents have you killed, Conner? Tens? Hundreds? Or even thousands? Well Conner, tonight is your retribution, if you choose. Currently, you are strapped to a chair, and to either side of your head are two spinning saws which will soon activate. In your left hand lies a key, and underneath your right lies a set of spikes with a button. This button will release the bind holding down your left hand. However, once you slot the key into the hole to free your right hand; your left hand will be sliced off. Will you give up the hands you've killed with, or will you die an evil man? You have 60 seconds, live or die, Conner, make your choice."

At that, the recording clicked off, and Conner heard the whirring of saws next to his ears, whining. A light flicked on above a doorway, counting down from 00:60 in red neon letters.

Conner immediately looked to his left, and spent a few seconds watching the saw boxes, which were indeed moving forward slowly. He then tested the binds, which were strengthened and he was unable to break them.

00:50

He quickly looked to button, looking over it for a few seconds, before feeling the key in his hand. Again he looked at the button, and then glanced at the whole in the left saw box which contained the key hole. In ten seconds, he had analyzed them all together, his brain working fast.

00:30

"Hah! You're not gonna hold me you prick!" Conner gloated, before adjusting the key in his hand so it rested on the top of his finger and waited, staring once again at the wall, the button, and the hole in the saw box, and then suddenly flicked his finger.

00:20

The key, with perfect accuracy, shot from Conner's hand, hit the wall at an angle which made it shoot back fast and hit straight down onto the button with enough force to push it. Conner's bind came off and he flexed his left hands, before quickly picking the key up.

00:10

The saws were very close to his head now, and a bit of hair floated downwards. Wasting no time, Conner swiped his left hand as if throwing a discus, and the key spun through the air, hit the wall, bounced back and slotted itself neatly into the saws with deadly accuracy. With a click, the saws slowed down, only taking off a sliver of Conner's ear. The bind holding his right hand came free, and Conner stood up, grinning.

"See? Didn't I fucking tell you?" Conner walked over to the door, and grasped the handle, and pulled.

It didn't open.

"What the fuck?" Conner pushed the door, and pulled it again, but it didn't budge. "Hey! I fuckin' won your freakish game, now let me out!"

Another click and whirring was heard. "Congratulations Conner, you have succeeded. Maybe you will respect life from now on. However, if you are hearing this, it means your fellow companion, your leader, has failed in his task. He has left you all to rot. All you can do is wait for your inevitable demise."

LINE BREAK

"Hello Leslie." Jigsaw's recorded voice rang out through the room. "You know who I am, and I despise who you are. Inside that shell, you are withdrawn, miserable, and upset. Instead of valuing your own life, you risk everything, your body, your life, to save your friends. How noble. But you just want it all to end, don't you? You wish that you would die 'in the line of duty'. Well, Leslie, I'll teach you to value you life. In front of you in that structure is your friend, Victor. You have a choice. You can either press the button to your left to free Victor, doing so will result in the bomb underneath your feet activating. Or, you can press the button to your right, thus freeing yourself, but at the cost of Victor being pierced by multiple spikes, and kill him. Will you finally end it? I'm giving you the chance, you can join James. Or will you save yourself, killing your friend who has already died once. For once, life is in your hands. Live or die, Leslie, make your choice."

The recording clicked off, and the room became silent, Leslie staring intently at Victor, and could see the spikes behind him. Leslie took a breath, and thought it over, before brushing a finger on the right button, and his pupil detracted.

Leslie pressed the right button, and a scraping was heard. He looked towards Victor, and saw the spikes behind him starting to move forward. He could see that a glass window of some sort had been put in front of Victor, essentially making a wall. The spikes closed in, and they suddenly stabbed Victor in his spine, legs, arms and the back of the head. Blood spurted all over the glass window as the spikes continued to mutilate Victor's body.

"My god..." Leslie shook his head, seeing what would happen if he had pressed the right button. But now it was the turn of the left.

Leslie pressed his hand down onto the left button, and with a clank, Victor fell to the floor, in a heap. Leslie took a deep breath and saw a timer below him.

00:05

00:04

00:03

00:02

00:01

With a small, controlled explosion, the glass broke sending shards into Leslie's feet as he was completely engulfed in fire and pressure.

Leslie shook his head at the choices. What Jigsaw said was true. Would he kill himself, or Victor? 'One thing is certain...' Leslie thought. 'I've got a new outlook in life. And that doesn't help me in the slightest... what the hell will I do...'

Suddenly, and smashing sound was heard, and the wall to the left seemed to fall randomly to the floor, covered in something blue. Leslie realised with a jolt, it was ice.

Zeke and Tally walked through the wreckage of the wall and surveyed the scene.

"I have no idea what I would have chosen." Tally said as she approached Leslie, while Zeke went towards Victor. "Come on, we should go and find the others."

Leslie breathed a sigh of relief. That choice was impossible for him, and he was even considering pressing both at the same time. "Thanks... Thanks a lot, that choice was impossible... what now? Where are the others?"

"No idea." Zeke said, walking over with Victor draped over his shoulders. "Somewhere in this godforsaken city."

Leslie nodded, and grasped the door handle of the door, when a recording started.

(Oh ho? So what is this? William has failed his task, but might be alive? But why, what for? What of Damian, Conner. And I came up with the idea of Zeke and Tally saving Leslie and Victor simply because I could not think how I would get both Leslie and Victor to survive.

See you next time for Max and Mila's traps, and the first part of the four-man task's. See you then!)