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JIGSAW: LIVE OR DIE
Chapter 3: The Missing Link
"You think It's over just because I am dead, but the Games Have Just Begun."
-Jigsaw
OCTOBER 2007
CONTINUED
Gordon slowly awakens, his senses are fuzzy still and disoriented. He can feel a sharp pain in his right shoulder, probably from the fall. Looking around, it seems to be dark. A small tv sitting on a nightstand is lit up a dim white while blaring white noise.
"I knew this day would come again." Gordon mumbles as he struggles to regain consciousness again. He felt constricted and unable to move, looking down he saw that his body was suspended in the air attached to some sort of pole.
The white noise quickly stops, and the billy puppet's face illuminates the screen with red neon eyes glaring, an obnoxious child-like laugh repeats itself.
"Gordon. A great detective, no less. A Jigsaw survivor.. It's been said Jigsaw died alone, along with his wife Jill, his assistant Amanda and a copycat.. Mark Hoffman. With John's line of succession out of the way and gone, you continued his legacy till the bitter end. As you can see I have you strapped to a pillar in which you have two choices, confess your betrayal and you may live to continue John's legacy with me, or sacrifice your hard work and die as a sharpened rod pierces your heart, ending your life immediately. You must confess by reaching above using both hands to pull down the handlebar at eye level, thus will the machine stop. All things good or bad come to an end, you have two minutes Gordon. Live or die, make your choice.. Let the game begin."
The timer begins, gears start moving while the rod slowly inched closer. Tic tic tic tic tic tic…
A nightmarish sound to cause anybody to go mad. Gordon was sweating profusely, only one way reached up with both hands, reaching with his right arm was worse. The pain caused him to miss the first time but he got the handle the second time, not realizing there were blades bonded with the handles. The razors sliced through his palms, flesh unraveling to the bone as he began to pull down.
"I won't die today motherfucker, I've suffered long enough!" Gordon pulls the bar down to eye level, before the rod is able to pierce his chest. The timer stops. He is lowered to the ground.
A door opens, a figure of a man stands before him, clapping his hands walking towards him.
"That was record breaking doctor Gordon, no truly, never knew anyone willing to live as fast as you, especially surviving once before. The cruelest tests in life can cause the most suffering and yet the greatest lessons." The man standing before Gordon says.
"Do I know you? Did Mark send you to kill me?"
"I'm afraid not, you see.. Jigsaw.. John Kramer, we go way back."
"Who are you?" Gordons asks.
"My name, is Logan. I've known you this whole time but you don't know me. I intended it to be that way for all these years. I would have ended up like detective Hoffman, if it weren't for that box sent to Jill after John's untimely demise.. I intercepted its documents, removed any traces of my existence and continued to follow you, and then Mark. Waiting in the shadows, something was going to link us together one way or another but I promise there is a bigger purpose to your survival." Logan explains, as he walks over to turn on a light switch.
Sitting in a chair, hidden in the corner of the room was another man. His head tilted down with messy hair covering his face.
"And you thought getting rid of me would solve your problems.." The man grunts, lifting his head.
"Hoffman!" Gordon says with a confused look of terror on his face.
Mark gets up, sprints over to Gordon before Logan could stop him. He gets a good few punches in at Gordons face. "I ought to fucking kill you right now motherfucker!" Mark shouts, trying to throw more punches at Gordon.
Gordon, bloodied in the face, smirks and spits at Mark. "Fuck. you.."
Logan wrestling them both and finally pushing Mark away, gets struck in the face as well.
"Fucking quit! Revenge isn't going to get us anywhere. Gordon survived, you got to watch him fight for his life, there's your revenge. You're welcome!" Logan yells, keeping them a safe distance from each other, even though he knew this turmoil was brewing.
"I was going to ROT in that fucking room, you'll get the day you deserve Gordon." Frustrated and angrily pacing back and forth, Hoffman sneers at Gordon and Logan.
"I didn't bring us here to kill each other." Logan says.
"Then what?" Gordan asks.
"He wants to work together." Hoffman says, rolling his eyes. "I usually work alone."
"And look where that got you, chained to a pipe left to rot huh?" Gordon clearly mocking Hoffman.
"I could kill you right now, better yet, have you cut off that other foot of yours and see how you fair living the rest of your days with fucking pegs for legs."
"Let me off this pillar and we'll find out.." Gordon threatens.
"Gonna chase me?" Hoffman sarcastically jokes as he continues to mock Gordons disability.
"There's a new game starting soon." Logan interrupts. "But I need both of you to execute it."
"How many people will be involved?" Hoffman asks intently.
"Five, but I'll do most of the work." Logan says as he proceeds to unlatch Gordon from the pole, handing him his foot brace.
"It's going to take some time to build, and the people I need are scattered pretty far apart with busy lives." Logan hands out photos of people he's has been stalking.
"What's in it for me?" Hoffman says begrudgingly.
"Well, for both of you.. there will be cover. The feds won't know of your whereabouts. For all they know, both of you are MIA and I know someone who can help me sort some things out at the morgue to make sure you guys stay dead."
"I know of an abandoned complex that we could use. It's got multiple levels to it, used to be an old storage building for broken and unrepaired carnival rides. It still has running water and power last time I checked." Gordon suggests, as he slips on his brace.
"That works, As for you Mark, you're going to get the players. I'll give you all the information needed. I worked with John in the past on a few of his past.. masterpieces."
The three of them agree to disagree and begin to prepare for the next phase in Jigsaws legacy. Although some intentions are still left unresolved.
OCTOBER 2017
10 Years Later
THE BARN
"Confess." Jigsaws sinister voice is heard from the speaker.
"I did some shitty things. But the system's broken, I tried to fix it!" Halloran stammers as the lasers pivot inward.
"Okay! Okay! I tampered with evidence! I took bribes!" I put innocent people away. Murderers and rapists walked! People died because of me." He continues to cry out.
"Innocent people died because of me. I did it!" Halloran exhaustingly confesses.
Lying on the blood filled floor, Logan's body begins to move, he sits up slowly, eerily and onto his knees. subtly laughing.
"It fucking can't be. Wha... What is this? What are you... Were you working with him?"
"I am him." Logan utters back.
"And with a little help from you, no one will ever suspect it." He plays a recording back of Halloran's confession.
"Ten years ago, in this very barn, a game was played. One that took place before all the others. The bodies were never found. I know this because I was one of the players.
I mixed up his X-rays. John decided I shouldn't have to die over an honest mistake. He gave me a second chance. So now, 10 years later, I've recreated Jigsaw's game with criminals from your failed cases."
"What?" Halloran scoffs.
"I created a game that appeared to be run by Jigsaw. I injected my first victim with blood under their fingernails. John Kramer's blood. Some will think it's Jigsaw. Some will suspect you. But no one will suspect me. Because Eleanor will provide my alibi." Logan continues to explain.
"Ten years ago, I came out of the war a broken man. Jigsaw put the pieces of my life back together again. He gave my life purpose."
Faint Flashback
"We can never come from anger or from vengeance. You taught me that." John proclaims, sympathizing with Logan.
"But then there will be no justice." Logan says desperately.
"No. But there will. Because we'll speak for the dead."
"Together, we built a legacy. Now, I speak for the lives ruined by people like you. Murderers, rapists... Their victims appeared on my table because of you." Logan initializes the lasers.
"I speak for the dead." Slamming the gas chamber door shut. He seals Halloran's fate.
"No. No. No... No!" The lasers slice through Halloran's head with perfect symmetry. His lifeless body drops to its knees, the head splitting apart dived into eight separate pieces hanging like tree leaves gurgling out blood.
Logan begins to pack up some personal belongings, leaving this chapter of his life behind. Outside a vehicle is racing down the dirt road as Eleanor waves the person down.
The mysterious car stops, Eleanor opens the door. A mans voice responds.. "Is it done?"
"Halloran is dead." Eleanor says.
"Get in." He says, pointing at her to hop in the back seat, they wait for Logan.
Logan charges outside and gets into the car. Setting a charge on a random handheld device.
"It's a bomb. It's going to kill every fucking one of those corrupt pigs." Logan snickers, flipping a switch ready to strike the button. They drive off, headed to a downtown bar.
"Alright this is it, Eleanor and I will stake out here and you head back to the barn but stay about two miles away. Wait for the PD to show up from the anonymous tip, given by Gordon. You'll set off the bomb, think you can finish this Hoffman?" Logan asks while leering into the dark car.
"We're right on schedule, Go." Hoffman confirms and quickly makes his way back to the barn but far enough away to not be noticed.
"HELP! I think I've been kidnapped! I escaped and I'm at some sort of barn, there's a man here wearing a pigs mask." Gordon falsely clamors, he sends the anonymous tip.
Someone notices Logan at the bar, which appears to be a reporter. She barges in on them asking for a statement on the Jigsaw killer case. Both of them knowing this was the perfect scenario to provide the alibi.
Sirens are whirring down the road from the Barn. As they got close, they parked away but most of the detectives made haste to surround the large barn.
Using binoculars, Hoffman notices the task force sent out barged into the front. Now was his chance. He flipped the safety off, and clutched the button.
A silence, a wanting, a yearning for revenge feeds his desire. A bright white flash and an explosion sets off a thrilling shockwave. Annihilating the barn and anyone around the blast within a half mile.
For now, for John Kramer, this wasn't the end of his legacy. Hoffman made his way back to the complex where he has been dormant for the last ten years, with Gordon, and Logan creating something worth living for. Logan's revenge was a small component to the bigger picture for as they only needed a little longer until the next game began.
Logan, Eleanor, Gordon and Hoffman. The next jigsaw game makers.