(Thanks to angie2282, Lance-Dusk., Zro-Kemuri 9t6, AlexTheMortal, jamesss, zackt2010, and Can't Get Any Better. Sorry for the late chapter, Fan Fiction was screwing up. One thing, Damian and Conner are not dead until I say so, just because they are trapped in rooms, doesn't mean they'll die. Also, I decided to make this chapter only Max and Mila's traps.)
"Max and Mila Abernathy. Friends, and siblings." The recording hissed. "Max, the childish brother, and Mila, the stern sister. A fine relationship, if I do say so myself. But there was something wrong, wrong with the two of you and your relationship. The fact is, Max, Mila did ALL the work. She cooked for you, she healed you, she has saved your life on numerous occasions. But what have you done for her, Max? You've just sat down, acting childish and not looking at the big picture. Did you know, your sister never told about injuries she had? The broken arm, the broken wrist. Various bruises and cuts. And why did Mila not tell you, Max? Simply because she was afraid, afraid that you would do something stupid and get yourself killed. Her worst fear.
"Well, Max, tonight you can quell your sister's fears, and prove to me that you can do work, and that you can save someone else. The two of you are separated by a bullet proof screen. In Mila's 'cell' is a gas, slowly seeping into her system. This gas will eat her from the inside out. Max, to save yourself, and your sister, the rules are simple. You will find a hatch in the corner of this room. Follow that hatch through. Mila has exactly ten minutes. Oh, and just to get you determined, I have made Mila blind. I have sown up her eyes simply because the holes are not a pretty sight."
"What!" Mila shouted out. "I'm blind? I-I'm blind? Max! Max! Answer me Max!" Mila stumbled around the room, scratching at her eyes.
Max didn't reply as he had already kicked his way through the hatch, and was now standing in a large room with numerous hooks. "Can you hear me, Jigsaw! What are the rules, what do I have to do to save my sister?"
On cue, the tape click hit in. "Max. Before you, you see ten hooks. And by the doorway is a knife. All you have to do to save your sister is apply four ounces of your body on each of the ten hooks. To make it easy for you, the human finger roughly weighs as much. You can sacrifice all ten of your fingers, or find another way. But either way, shed forty ounces of your body to save your sister, and yourself. Live or die, make your choice."
Max closed his eyes, clenching his fists. "Obviously the fingers will be the easiest option..." Max muttered to himself. "But would a hand be enough? No, I'd have to cut anything other than my fingers into pieces... so be it." Max breathed hard, picked up the shining knife, and walked over to the first hook. It was sharp and jagged, just right to impale things onto it.
LINE BREAK
Mila tried to stop her erratic breathing, but failed in doing so. "M-Max! Max! N-no... no... no no no!"
"Hello, Mila..."
"SHUTUP!" Mila screamed. "WHERE'S MAX! W-WHERE'S..."
"...is currently starting the task to save you. Here is a live audio feed."
"MAX?" Mila shouted, but it was a one-way system, she could hear Max, but he couldn't hear her. Suddenly, she heard a slash of a blade, and a yell in pain.
"Fucking Jesus Christ..." Max cursed from the intercom.
LINE BREAK
Max held the stub of his left pinkie finger in pain. He had used his speed to go through his bone and flesh, but it still hurt like a bitch. Blood splashed against the floor as Max slowly picked up the finger and stabbed it down onto the hook, causing a grinding sound, and the hook went down an inch. "One down..." Max muttered, wincing in pain. He raised the knife above his thumb, and cut down fast, slicing again through the bone and crying out in pain, clutching his already mutilated hand to his chest, blood staining his t-shirt. Using his other, uninjured hand, he placed the thumb onto another hook. "Two..."
LINE BREAK
"Max! Max..." Mila moaned, slamming her fists to the ground, and she would have been crying had her eyes been there. "D-don't do that to yourself..."
The fourth slice, another shout of pain, the sound of blood spilling to the floor. "M-Max... No, no, don't do that..."
LINE BREAK
Max shook his head, feeling feint. A puddle of crimson blood was at his feet, staining his equally red converses. His skin was already turning pale, and he only had his middle finger remaining on his left hand. Where the other fingers were bloody stumps. "Six more... Don't worry Mila, I'll save you... don't worry."
LINE BREAK
Mila shook her head, and because she couldn't see her surroundings, Max's pain-filled cries and speech just sounded even louder in her blackness. "M-Max..."
Another cry of pain, this one louder than the others. "Fuck! Shit, jesus..."
"Max..." Mila shook her head, and in pure frenzy started to slam her hands again and again. "Stop it! Stop it! STOP IT!" Mila screamed, clutching her head in pain.
Another cry in pain.
"STOP IT!" Mila screamed, unintentionally letting of a shockwave of telekinesis, which completely smashed the walls, glass window, and the building in general. The chunks of concrete were smashed into tiny little bits, glass shards flew around in frenzy, and the floor actually split and cracked.
LINE BREAK
Max coughed, a bit of blood dripping down his head. His fingerless left hand was still pushed against his body, while only one finger was missing on his right. He was face down, laying under a thin layer of rubble. He slowly sat up, pushing rocks away with his better hand, and looked around. The building they were in was completely destroyed. All that remained was a pile of rubble. Cracks covered the surrounding buildings as well, some windows were smashed, and larger concrete chunks were gouged out of them.
"Wh-what?" Max stood up, spitting out a tiny amount of blood, and looking around the rubble. "Mila? Mila?" Max called out, looking around wildly, and then, with a gut wrenching feeling, he saw a slim hand sticking from the concrete. "MILA!"
Max instantly appeared next to the hand, and frantically cleared rubble away. Seconds later, Mila's face appeared, her eyes now open, showing two blank holes, with some sort of metal plate protecting the inside of the skull. Even without her eyes, Max could see she wasn't moving. "Mila, Mila, Mila!"
A groan caused Max to smile, relaxing slightly.
"M-Max?" Mila groaned, sitting up. "I-I'm blind... I can't see..."
"Shh... we'll deal with that later sis. Apart from your eyes, are you injured?" Max asked.
"I-I don't think so..." Mila replied, her head turning, but not seeing. "Help me, Max."
"Of course, I'll never leave you, you know that." Max helped Mila up by elbow, which Mila clutched.
"I'm scared, Max. Everything is so black, it's so scary..." Mila muttered, shocked.
"Don't talk about it! I have no idea what happened, but we should leave, I'll help you, don't worry."
"What about you, Max? Are you okay? I-I heard your pain, it hurt me Max."
"I'm... I'm fine sis." Max said, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Just fine. We should find somewhere safe..."
Well, There we go, Max and Mila's trap. How will Mila function without her eyes, and Max practically without his left hand and his pinky finger of his right hand? Hope you liked it! In which case, next chapter is going to be the group task. Yay! See you then.