Saw 70: Toxic Gossip

The Puppet and the Pauper

The smell is what awoke her at First. the sharp smell of iron taking hold and dragging her from her unconscious state. Colleen woke with a start, her thin brown, and disheveled hair flopping in front of her eyes. She felt her bony little back against the cold brick-like wall of what felt like a warehouse. 

"Hello? Is anybody there!" Colleen called out into the darkness of the damp, eerie warehouse, with not so much as a peer answering her. She felt the familiar twinge of anger stir within her at the lack of response. "Answer me Dammit! where am I and how did I get here!" she screamed. the last thing she could remember was sitting at home on her lush satin sheets, exotic (and expensive) comforter. Colleen grabbed at her hair in frustration, accidentally ripping out a couple of strands. mindlessly discarding the hair beside her she stilled, her heart stopping at the sight before her. three beds, which seemed to have been lifted straight from the hospital, were lined up. i small florescent light suddenly flickered above the beds revealing the occupants, each seemed to have been drugged or knocked unconscious because all three were lying completely still. she took in the faces and size of her unwilling companions, all were tenagers or, 11 at the least. feeling a bit of spark of happiness at the prospect of having company, she deciddd to checks on the kids. maybe they were big miranda sings fans. it always nice to meet new fans and show them just hoe cool you are. maybe even they all could be friends after....whatever this was, collen thought. in an instant the whole room lit up with a dim light. casting its yellowish glow straight into her eyes collen swiflty moved to cover her eyes "Warn a girl next time." The influncer hissed. Colleen  saw the tv, which she previously assumed was broken, flick to life, the grainy green footage of the retro televison displayed the pale face of a puppet, it rosy red checks standing out in a swirl like pattern. 

"Colleen, It seems you have quite the problem of oversharing. in this trap you will have to do just that. before you are three minors, all with a specific kind of organ failure. in order to save yourself and the children you must transplant one of your own organs into each of them. details of each patients organ failure is written on a file located on the desk. if you do not succeed the toy train implanted inside of your tiny little back will explode. you have 5 minutes, best of luck". And just like that thr tv ceased its footage. Colleen swayed on her feet, suddenly feeling light-headed. she stole a glance at the large analouge clock above a dark steel door which was bolted shut, its only indicator of escape beinga small keyhooe above the handle. will the time ticking down Colleen rushed to the side of the first patient. a slight black haaired girl, with darkley tanned skin. her right side was swollen red and a long stretch of stitches covering over her ribs. reaching out to her side and quickley grabbing a scalpel she tore into the teens stitches, all she needed to do was make sure she came out of this alive. how was she expected to same complete strangers, she has a business to manage for goodness sake. Colleens plan goes as follows, first she would take all of organs desired by the puppet out of the children, then she would take the healthy organs out of one of the kids and use them to replace the others' failing ones. with 3 more ninutes left to spare she grabbed the girls heart and tore it from below her ribcage shattering every delicate bone in the process. the Girls heart monitor harshly flatlined. its monitor showing no signs of life. taking the scalpel again with her bloodly hands, collen cut across the girls stomach over her belly button and tore back the skin. she could bareley hold back her sick as she ravounously took hold of every organ she could get a hold of until the child was nothing but an empty body of nothing but gushing blood and broken bones. ploored pured down off the table and pooled benath colleens feet, causing her to almost slip and faceplant into an rm full of stolen organs. now with only two minutes colleen took the file located in front of the beds in her hands. leaving blooding handprints all of the freshly printed white pages. according to the files the other two patients names were David, and Jessica. with the girl she had tore into and killed moments ago being named Samantha. she read below at the two teens' ailments but stopped when she read the words which seemingly jusmped from the page. they both needed kidney transplants. and with just her luck Samantha only had one. which means in the end, collen would have to sacrifice a part of her in the end afterall. working as fast as she could colleen recalled the countless diy kidney transplant videos she had seen over her over 30 years of life. and with haste she completeled david operation. he mostly likey would not survive with all of the contamination happening in this warehouse, but it was good enough to keep the brown haired influncer alive another day. with the time ticking down beads of sweat r=travelled down colleens brow, dripping into poor Jessicas exposed failed kidney. and with a brave breath of air collen stabbed herself in her side, she dug her bloodied disgustiong hand deep inside her delicate tissues and tore out the kidney that she hoped would save her life. she threw it down into the open cavity which was once occupied and delicatley sweed the young girl up. before she got to work on herself. she stifled groans as best she could but ther vison was starting to become obscured by the amount of tears rolling down her cheeks. 

when she was done her side was a mess of shotty stitch work. her side resembling sally from nightmare before christmas. when the timer finally ticked down to the last second colleen crawled over to the key thsat had dropped from the cealing. its cool rusty metal calming her down of sorts perchance. stumbling up she insterted tthe key and turned. she slid the door back and limped to what she hoped was freedom. and oh. how wrong she would be.