SAW Fanfiction

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This is my fan fiction. It is based around the horror movie franchise, 'SAW.'

SAW

A New Beginning

Sam awoke with a start. He was lying on his back on some kind of bed, in a room he did not recognize. Though he could not see it, he could feel by the gravity that he was lying upright on a near 45 degree angle. Through the dim light he could see the walls were dark, not black; just dark. He turned his head from side to side, but the surroundings were all the same. Sam couldn’t remember a thing of what had happened apart from going to sleep the previous night and now awaking in this serial environment. Groaning, Sam attempted to lift his body upright but an obstacle prevented him from doing this. It appeared that he was confined to where he was lying and could not get up. His arms, also restrained, were spread out sideways strapped at the wrists. Panic started to ensue as Sam began to thrash against his bindings, screaming out in fear of the unknown.

Suddenly bright lights began to flicker above him, illuminating the room in a florissant white glow. As his eyes adjusted to the blinding light, the first thing Sam saw was his own face staring back at him in a mirror that covered the wall. Sam suddenly realized that the mirror was the wall, in fact the whole room which surrounded him was made of mirrors, rotating his head as far as it would allow him, Sam could see his reflection every which way he looked. It became clear what his predicament was. He was lying on a gurning, metal restraints, shaped for his body were holding him in place at his legs, torso, wrists and neck. Without warning a television, Sam had not noticed before, flickered on directly in front of him. An image of a crude, sadistic ventriloquist doll appeared before him. Jigsaw. Sam had read the papers, he knew what this was, he knew the white face of the doll, its black eyes, red lips and its appropriate dress of a suit and red bow tie.

“Hello, Mr. Cunningham,” came the deep, dark voice of Jigsaw which sent collective shivers of fear down Sam’s spine. “I want to play a game. For years you have worked as a pharmacist in one of the most poorest areas of the city. People pay you money for medicine they can hardly afford, putting trust in you so you will make them better. But you, Sam, you cheat them. Diluting their prescriptions, you force them to come back again and again until they can afford no more and subsequently many have died. Your greed has led you here Mr. Cunningham, your selfish lust of money has brought you here so you can be tested. Each of your hands sit on the edge of a glass box,’ Sam looked and saw that his hands were in such a position. “You will push your hands into the box slowly releasing a lever which will start a saw on each side, cutting between your fingers. But you must keep pushing your hands in on the lever to speed up the saw. Only when it is at full speed and the saws have cut through your hands will the clamps restraining you be released.” “But be aware. There are two large blades perpendicular to the sides of your neck. They will swing closer and closer to your neck. When the clock starts you will have 90 seconds to release yourself from your restraints, or have the blades sever your head from your body. Live or die, Sam. Make your choice.”

The video ended, Jigsaw disappearing from view. Sam began to scream, “Let me go you bastard! Let me go! You hear?!” Writhing and twisting, Sam attempted to break from his bonds but it was impossible. Then came the click. Sam had pulled the pin which started the timer. On top of the TV was black digital clock displaying a glow of red digits; 90 seconds and closing. The two blades near to the sides of Sam’s neck began to swing slowly in cohesion. Sam’s panic reached its climax. He struggled uncontrollably to break the bonds, shaking, twisting, swearing, screaming. He glanced at the clock, 75 seconds remaining. Sam knew what he had to do. He had to play the game or die where he lay.

Taking a deep breath, Sam pushed both hands into the box. The back of his hands applied pressure on the levers and the saws slowly began to spin. The first cut was the most painful experience of Sam’s life. The saws began to cut through his hands between the third and forth finger, blood beginning to flow, bones beginning to crack. Sam screamed again. The agony was incredible, nothing could describe the pain. Another look at the clock revealed 45 seconds left, his hands now cut halfway through, the saw gaining momentum. But the blades were swinging faster, closer. Sam howled in anguish, blood was now spurting out at will and his hands looked as if they were mince meat. With one last push he shoved his hands one last time. The saws were now spinning at top speed running through his hands more cleanly and precise, the blades swaying back and forth, faster and faster; closer and closer. 17 seconds. Sam screamed once more.

Crash! He fell to the floor. The clamps had released him and the blades had stopped. He coward on the floor in a fetal position, moaning, blood soaked. Jigsaw entered the room on his tricycle, the brakes squeaking as he came to a stop. The doll looked directly at Sam. “Well done, Mr. Cunningham. You have sacrificed your hands in order to live. You have won. Cherish your life Mr. Cunningham or it will be taken. I will be watching.” Without another word, Jigsaw turned the bike and road out of the room.