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A fanfic of a movie. Never thought I'd
do it.

Disclaimer: The entire Saw concept
belongs to Lions Gate Entertainment, as do all the characters save
for myself, who I am going to be using. What better character to use
for torment, agony, and horror than the very person writing the
fanfic?

Let the games begin...

The world was blurry...dark...no
focus...nothing to hear besides the faint, steady
“Thump...thump...thump” of her heart beating slowly,
weakly, in her chest. The pain had long ago subsided. Something had
happened to her between her neck being blown open and now, but she
couldn't remember. Her mind was swimming, unable to focus. The
feeling was horrible. She heard someone, almost like an echo,
calling...to her?

“Hey...! Wake up...! Come
on...! Wake up...!”

Slowly, awareness began to seep
slowly into her mind. A faint light could be seen...then more, then
a blur of color, incomprehensible in every way. Suddenly, she felt
violently ill. Her stomach muscles clenched, and she vomited the
contents of her empty stomach onto the floor below her... She heard
a voice ahead of her, and with effort, coughing and gasping and
struggling to focus her eyes, Amanda tried to see who it was. A
young man with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes stood several feet
away from her. Stood wasn't the right word. He was chained and
clamped to a metal platform that was standing vertically. Behind it,
she could see a complex machine that the metal bed was connected to.
From her current position, she couldn't see much, but she could see
the long row of drills...

Her eyes widened as she whispered a
single word.

“No...”

The man looked up.

“You're awake.”

Amanda could say nothing. She could
only slightly nod.

The man sighed, looking around
slowly.

“Fuck...where the hell are we?”
he murmured, mostly to himself. Dried blood caked the top of his
head as if he had been struck hard enough to cut the skin.

Shaking slightly, Amanda turned to
look at herself. She let out a strangled sob of terror as she saw
what was keeping her standing. Lengths of steel rope were attached
to metal bars that had been pierced clean through her palms. Dried
blood coated the bars. She looked down, afraid of what she was going
to see. Triple-barbed pikes had been driven through the area just
above her ankles. Her mouth opened in a terrified silent scream.

“Oh my god...” she
whispered, her body beginning to shake.

“What?” came the man's
voice, as he looked at her again. He could see nothing, as a bright
floodlight was pointed right at him to make sure Amanda saw him, and
it made it impossible for him to see much out of the glare of the
light. He could see Amanda faintly, but not the bindings in which
she was trapped. Amanda weakly tugged on one arm and a lance of pain
shot through the arm. She cried out softly in pain, panting slowly
and clenching her teeth. A wrap of gauze had been wrapped around her
neck over the area she had been shot. She had died...or she should
have. Somehow, she was still alive...and this situation...it was
just like-

“Hello, Amanda...”

Her head snapped to the side, eyes
widening as she saw a TV, previously hidden amongst the shadows of
the dingy room, flicker on. In the screen was a young male, with
black shades obscuring his eyes. He looked bored, almost.

“I want to play a game.”

The man across the room from her
looked over to the TV, eyes narrowing.

“Who the hell are you?!”
he demanded angrily. The man in the TV, apparently, was a live feed,
because he smiled faintly.

“You don't know me. Neither of
you. But I know both of you. Amanda, does this seem familiar to you
somehow?” the man asked. The smile had faded.

Amanda couldn't move. Who the hell
was he? Jigsaw...he was dead...unless...

“Y-you're a...a copycat...of
Jigsaw...” she said softly, head bowing a little as she looked
into the TV. The man's eyebrows creased momentarily into a frown,
but it faded. The head shook side to side slowly, rejectingly.

“No, Amanda. Not a copycat.
An admirer. A man who shared the same beliefs as the great Jigsaw
did. Or as his name truly was...John.”

The name stopped Amanda cold. She
felt a rush of fear push through her. How did he know her? Or John?

“You must have a lot of
questions. I can offer only one answer.” The man's face
turned, as if looking now at the man across from Amanda.

“Sergei.” He turned and
looked at Amanda. “And Amanda. The two of you share two
things alike.” The voice shifted to one of concealed anger and
contempt. “One is your total lack of regard for human life.
The second, is that both of you have been given chances to change
your ways, and you have failed in such blatant, spectacular
fashions...that I, like my predecessor, find you unworthy of the
lives you possess. Amanda, you were given a unique opportunity to
fill a position in life I had coveted for years, the opportunity to
be the disciple of the great Jigsaw himself. But you wasted it with
your lack of ability to understand the difference between testing
one's desire to live, and murder.”

The man's voice had taken a barely
concealed hatred now, as the face in the television turned to look at
Sergei.

“Sergei. You spent your entire
life putting yourself ahead at the expense of others. Normally, I
would not mind this, if it were not for the fact that in order to get
where you were yesterday before I got my hands on you, that you took
the lives of people who truly enjoyed living, and stole that which
they had worked for all their lives. And that which you spent the
fortunes on, were the things that make you less and less appreciate
your life; heroine, cocaine, and crystal meth. You were given a
chance to change by a lovely young woman who took you in, tried to
cure you of your addictions, and help you live life as life is meant
to be lived; enjoyed and savored. Instead, you did the same thing to
her as you did to all the rest.”

The man was silent, stunned. He
shook his head disbelievingly, unable to understand how this man knew
of him.

“Both of you have spent your
lives wasting it, and both of you have been given golden
opportunities to correct your errors, and neither of you have passed
the tests life has given to you. So, I shall be your final judge.
As such...”

The man turned and looked at Amanda.

“I want to play a game.”

Amanda felt chills run through her
entire body. Her head shook slowly as the man continued.

“The machine Sergei is attached
to will activate when I turn off this live feed. The bed will rotate
backwards into a horizontal position, and slide backwards. The
drills will then activate, and slowly moved downwards towards his
eyes. It will take exactly 120 seconds for the drills to completely
bore through his eyes, and pierce his brain, killing him...and
killing any hopes you have of escaping this place alive.”

The man shook his head, clenching his
teeth.

“What the fuck?!! Are you
insane?!! WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!!” he yelled, struggling
futilely against the metal restraints holding him in position.

“You, on the other hand, have
been granted the limited freedom of mobility, Amanda,” the man
continued, ignoring Sergei's terrified, desperately demanding yells.
“The steel ropes attached to the bars in your legs and hands
are also attached to a tight pulley system that will grant you the
ability to move within ten feet of your current position. This will
be sufficient to obtain one key, but not the other. Inevitably, both
will be required for you both to walk out of here alive.”

Amanda couldn't help it. She could
feel the tears of terror run down her face. She knew there was going
to be a catch.

It was explained just as this thought
passed through her mind.

“Of course, I cannot guarantee
that the feeling of cold steel straining against the torn tendons and
flesh in which they are embedded will not hurt. I CAN guarantee
agony...as well as an incentive for you to move quickly to try to
save Sergei. Look to your left.”

Amanda slowly looked to her left,
sobbing softly. Set in the wall was a crevice. In it, held up by a
chain that dangled from a small hook in the wall, was a key.

“Now look to your right.”

Slowly, still sobbing, she obeyed.
As her gaze passed over the TV, the man's face was as stone-set and
bored as it had been before. To her right was...nothing.

“Now, look at the floor.”

In the floor, a few inches from the
wall, was a keyhole, set into the floor.

“The keyhole is linked to the
on-off switch for the machinery. It is also connected to a second
system in this room...one part of a two-part system that controls the
steady, slow flow of mustard gas into the room...which will commence
ten seconds after I disconnect this feed. If you are familiar in any
way with history of the second world war and after, you will know of
the devastating, harsh, burning, agonizing effect that mustard gas
has on the human body,” the man explained calmly. Amanda
choked back a sob.

“Naturally, the room you are
in, if you are any good with measurements, is 22 by 44 feet.”

Amanda did the quick calculations,
and froze. She looked at the tv screen in horror. The man smirked.

“I'm glad you've come to the
same conclusion I did when selecting this room. You can only reach
to ten feet in any direction from where you are before the line runs
out. It is eleven feet to the key, and eleven feet to the keyhole.
We will see how far you can stretch to the breaking point,” the
man stated.

“Sergei, once she unlocks you,
which you'd better hope she does, the ultimate key to your mutual
survival and freedom, as it will either free her or unlock the door
that leads out of this room which is located directly behind where
she is now, is located just next to the machine you are connected to.
Hopefully, if you are freed, you will not be blinded too badly.
Finding your way around in eternal darkness would be very hard, I'd
imagine,” the man said calmly. Sergei struggled to look behind
him at the key that was set into a cube-cut section of the wall. It
was on a small platform.

“Oh, Sergei, I must also add.
When you reach for the key, you may experience a slight stinging
sensation. It's alright, it's only a spring-loaded syringe injecting
you with a fast-acting toxin that will kill you after 45 seconds. I
have a serum to cure it, but you'll need to move fast, of course. As
for where you will need to insert your key...Amanda should know these
words; X marks the spot.”

The man smirked, and looked away.
Through the tears of terror and fright that blurred her vision,
Amanda could see him reaching for a button.

“There is only one rule. I
wouldn't try to unlock that door if I were you. Now... Live or
die...you both make the choice for the other.”

The TV went blank.

Amanda whimpered in terror, shaking.
Suddenly, a faint hissing sound made her gasp in fright and look
around wildly, as did Sergei, who began struggling wildly as the
table he was on slowly began to rotate down as the loud whining sound
of the drills whirring filled the air.

“What the fuck?!! HELP! HELP
ME!!” he screamed, as Amanda looked over at the keyhole.
Clenching her teeth, she moved her hands slightly, wailing in pain as
the feel of the metal tearing open the scabbed-over wounds shot
through her hands. Choking back sobs of pain, she tugged hard,
causing a fresh slice of pain to slam through her, as she began to
make her way over to the wall. Each movement tripled the pain, and
she fell to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably, just before the hole
that held the key. The man screamed in fright and terror as the
drills slowly, menacingly inched towards his face. “GOD
DAMMIT, HELP MEEE!!!” he yelled, struggling wildly, to no
avail. Amanda whimpered between sobs, forced herself up, and
struggled towards the hole. True to the man's ominous threat, she
could not move her hand close enough to grab the key. Sobbing, she
shook her head, knowing now the terror that had been instilled in her
victims when she put them in the traps that had unattainable means of
escape, given a promise of escape that could not be achieved. She
sobbed, but struggled to grab the key anyway. The metal began to
tear through more of her hand, until she could no longer endure the
pain and she surrendered. The man's terrified screams echoed with
her sobs. She looked up, then struggled forwards again, this time
moving her head towards the hole, hands and legs stretched out behind
her. Screaming in pain, she managed to grab the key between her
teeth, and she fell back to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably in
pain, the key held tightly between her teeth. Whimpering rapidly,
she moved a shaky, bloody hand to her mouth and took the key, and
moved as quickly as her pain-wracked body would allow.

She fell to the ground, crying in
agony. Sergei's eyes were shut tight, unable to twist his head away,
as the drills now began to scrape against the tops of his eyelids and
began to push downwards. He began screaming in terror, panic, and
pain as the drills began to bore into his eyelids. “GOD, HELP
ME SOMEBODY, PLEASE, HELP ME!!!!” he screamed. Amanda resisted
the urge to panic, fumbled with the key, and dove next to the
keyhole, ignoring the rush of pain as she strained to fit the key
into the keyhole. She managed to get it in, and twisted the key.
The sound of the machinery stopped. Sergei was crying, either from
pain or terror she could not tell. She coughed, and blood came up.
Her eyes were beginning to burn, as was the rest of her skin, and it
felt like she was starting to breathe acid fumes.

The restraints holding Sergei opened,
as the drills moved up out of the way. Sergei held a hand to his
eyes. The eyelids had been bored right through, but his eyes had not
been punctured, though they were scraped and stung horribly. Sobbing
in pain as well, he quickly got up and struggled to focus his eyes.
He coughed loudly.

“Come on, hurry up,”
Amanda sobbed, gagging on the putrid smell filling the room.

“I'm trying!” the man
replied desperately, finally finding the key's hiding place and
diving his hand inside. He yelped in pain as the needled pierced his
wrist as he grabbed the key. “Ah FUCK!!” he yelled.

Amanda, meanwhile, had been looking
around wildly. Just next to the door was a an X, and in the middle,
was a keyhole. She pointed to it as the man ran towards her and the
door.

“There...it's there,” she
sobbed.

“Fuck that, I'm gettin' outta
here,” Sergei snarled. “Fucked if I'm gonna waste any
time trying to save your ass, I'm getting the fuck outta here!”

Amanda stopped cold, shaking her
head, her eyes wide.

“Y-You can't! I just saved
you!”

“Yeah but only because it was
to save yourself too, fucked if that's happenin',” he said,
kicking Amanda aside roughly. He fumbled with the key, beginning to
rapidly feel dizzy and nauseous. He paused to vomit, before diving
the key into the keyhole in the door. The door didn't open...but a
guillotine blade hidden directly above the man suddenly drove, and
cut him in two. Sergei froze, then fell away in two pieces. Amanda
shrieked and pushed herself away, sobbing uncontrollably now, a mix
of pain, fright, fear, horror, and disgust. However, she managed to
struggle up, pain lancing through her limbs like hot torches, as she
grabbed the key out of the keyhole and turned to the X on the wall,
shoving the key into the keyhole. Suddenly, the metal bars embedded
in her hands and legs suddenly seemed to split in half and tore out
of her hands. She screamed in agony and fell to her knees, but she
was free now. The hissing of the gas stopped, followed by a loud
roaring sound. Suddenly, as fans throughout the ceilings vented out
the gas, the air cleared. Whimpering, and still sobbing in pain,
Amanda slid to the floor and curled up, choking on her sobs.
Suddenly, with a loud hissing sound, the door slid open. Amanda
moved away quickly, holding her bloodied hands to herself.

A man stepped into the room. The
same face she saw on the TV screen looked towards her. He had sleek
black hair, and still wore the shades. He wore a black trench coat
over a fishnet-style shirt and black pants. Stereotypical goth
attire and appearance. She shook her head slowly, trying to restrain
her sobs.

“W-Who are you?” she
whimpered.

The man pulled off his shades. His
eyes were dark brown...maybe black, even.

“The media likes to call me
Elegy,” came the reply. “Congratulations,
Amanda...you've proven yourself worthy once again. You were given
your last chance, and you took it.”

'Elegy's' eyes turned to look at
Sergei's bisected corpse.

“The price of breaking the
rules. He failed, and as such, he no longer lives,” he said
carelessly, turning back to Amanda.

“Come. We'll need to get a lot
of water into your system so that you don't have any lasting effects
from the mustard gas, and we'll need to treat those wounds, too,”
he said, kneeling. She felt the faint urge to recoil, but suppressed
it. There was something like John in this man, she could sense
already...if the situation he just put her through wasn't an
indicator, well, what was? She let him scoop her up into his arms,
and finally passed out from blood loss.

Part one is finished. This won't get
too lengthy. Chapter 2 ought to be the last one. I liked “Jigsaw,”
AkA John but their relationship, John and Amanda's I mean, was
strictly parent/child sort of, so I kind of wanted to do a romantic
one, but since Jigsaw is dead and it wouldn't have made sense
anyways, I kinda did a of a bit of a slide...and as for how Amanda
survived, well...neck shots aren't always fatal. That's my excuse
and I'm stickin' to it. Hope you liked this chapter, number two will
be out soon.
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