Connected {Saw II}

the game begins

John and Eric stared each other down. Neither one of them broke their gazes, even when Rigg addressed his comrades. "Get his ass outta here"

"Actually, I..." John spoke up. " will need to remain here while you deal with your problem, Detective Matthews"

Eric was confused. "What problem?"

"The problem in that room" John nodded to a door that was on the other side of the room. 

"Keep him secure" Rigg ordered a couple of officers. Those two officers stayed with John, while Eric, Kerry, Rigg and other remaining officers went to investigate the fenced room. 

Rigg threw a piece of metal at the door to make sure that it wasn't electrified. Turns out it wasn't.  They opened the door and lights automatically switched on. A sheet covered table was revealed, as well as several pieces of machinery. John was watching all of this with an amused smile on his face. Rigg searched around for any possible traps.

"Clear" Rigg said.

Eric pulled part of the sheet on the table back. Underneath was a monitor, showing the image of nine people in a room together. "Shit" He whispered.

Kerry heard him. "What?"

"I don't know" Kerry and Rigg joined Eric at the monitor. Eric pulled the rest of the blanket back, revealing more monitors showing other rooms of a house. "Shit" Eric muttered yet again. "I think that's my son" He pointed at the person sitting in the corner of the room. He angrily stepped out the room. "He's got my son"

Kerry looked closer to the screen and she herself recognized a face. The person was lying in front of Daniel. "Vivian..." Kerry muttered when she realized. "Not again" What had the poor girl done to be picked by Jigsaw a second time?

Eric walked back over to John, who was now breathing through an oxygen mask. "What the fuck is that!?" Eric demanded, pointing over at the monitors. "Hey! Hey!" An officer tried to hold Eric back, but was pushed out of the way. "What the fuck is that?"

"It's your son Daniel" John answered. "You remember him, don't you?"

"I know who he is, you piece of shit. What is he doing on that fucking monitor?"

John's response was cold. "Well, I haven't looked at the monitors for some time, so it would be hard for me to say. But I would imagine that, um, he's cowering in a corner with a look on his face..."

Eric lost it and tried lunging at John. "You motherfucker!"

Rigg had to hold Eric back. "No, Eric. Wait!"

"You motherfucker! Where is he? Where is he!?"

John had an amused smile. "Where is he? That's a problem you're gonna have to solve before it's too late. He has about... two hours before the gas creeping into his nervous system begins to break down his body tissue and he begins to bleed from every orifice he has" He laughed. "Oh yes, there will be blood"

"Tell me where he is" Eric asked calmly.

"He's in a safe place"

Eric sighed. He walked back to the other room. "Eric" Kerry greeted him.

He paced nervously. "I need a phone"

"Eric, just listen to me for a second"

"Just give me a phone!"

Kerry handed off her phone to Eric. "Look, everything about this fits his profile"

Eric dialed a number. "I need to be sure" He put the phone to his ear. It rang a few times before it went to voicemail.