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Lucille hadn't heard from Adam all day.
It was strange for her to go all day without getting even one phone call from him. And with the recent discovery of his whereabouts, it made her incredibly anxious that she hadn't heard a word from him. Throughout the day she hoped that maybe he was just busy and would call her eventually.
But that call never came.
As soon as she was off work, she went straight to his apartment. They had already made plans for her to come over that night, so it wouldn't be a surprise if she came knocking on his door. And that's exactly what she did.
When Lucille approached Adam's front door, she immediately noticed that it was cracked open. She cautiously pushed the door open, only peering her head into the room. It was pitch black inside, and it was completely silent. She felt a knot start to form in her stomach as she stepped further into the apartment.
"Adam?"
No response. The apartment remained dead silent. She reached for the light switch, but when she flipped it to turn the lights on, nothing happened. Adam was good at keeping up with his bills, so she knew the power had to be out for some other reason. Lucille reached for her phone, pulling it out of her pocket to hold it in case she needed to call the police. She was trying her best not to assume the worst, but she couldn't really help it.
"Adam?" She called out again, her voice slightly louder than before.
Sometimes when she showed up to his apartment, he was hiding in his darkroom developing pictures while blasting music through his headphones. She prayed that maybe that was the case, but when she opened the door to the room, Adam was nowhere in sight. She cursed under her breath. His camera was missing from its usual spot too. She pondered for a moment if he had left to take pictures of Lawrence Gordon, but she knew he wouldn't have just left if he was expecting her to come over.
When her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she began to slowly make her way further into the apartment. She took another step and suddenly slipped on an object. When she regained her stance and looked down at the floor to see what it was, she realized it was Adam's baseball bat. Lucille knelt down and picked it up, examining it for a moment before she set it against the wall. It had no blood or any other evidence to suggest someone was attacked with it, which slightly eased her mind.
With her heart pounding in her chest, Lucille made her way into the kitchen. There were no drinks sitting out, nor was there any food. The only thing she noticed was a sticky note pressed on the refrigerator door, with two simple words scribbled in Adam's handwriting.
Call mom.
Lucille looked at the note for a moment longer before looking back into the living room. Another object on the floor caught her eye. It was his camera.
Adam loved that camera probably more than he loved Lucille. He would never leave it on the floor like a discarded piece of trash. She ran over and picked it up off of the ground. In that moment she knew right away that something wasn't right. She turned to set it on the arm chair, but she was startled by the sound of mechanic laughter.
There, in the arm chair, was a doll. Its head had been completely destroyed, and the laughing sound that came from it was eerily distorted. Lucille realized then that Adam must have used his baseball bat to break the doll. She used Adam's camera as a source of light, and when it illuminated the doll's features, she recognized it right away despite it's mangled face.
Jigsaw.
It was the same doll she saw on the news. There was no possible way she was mistaken. Lucille suddenly felt like she was going to be sick, stepping back from the doll like it was about to burst into flames. Her brain almost couldn't process what was going on. If that doll was sitting in Adam's apartment, that could only mean one thing. He's gone. She couldn't bring herself to truly believe that Adam was taken by Jigsaw, but he must have been. The doll spoke for itself. She couldn't deny that her worst nightmare was becoming a reality. Was he even alive? Her mind was running a mile a minute with fearful thoughts. She quickly set the camera down and turned her phone on, shakily dialing 911.
However, just as she was about to hit the call button, she heard a thud come from Adam's bedroom. There was no time to call the police. She mindlessly set her phone down next to Adam's camera. The girl needed to think quickly. She reached into one of the kitchen drawers and grabbed a sharp knife. If she was about to face Jigsaw, she was going to need something to defend herself.
"Who's there?" She called out. Her hands trembled as she gripped onto the knife.
Silence.
Lucille inhaled a deep breath to try and settle her nerves. "I'm going to call the police!" She added.
She turned back to the counter and grabbed her phone, finally hitting the call button. It rang for a short moment before an operator answered.
"911, what's your emergency?" A woman's voice spoke.
"Hello, yes," Lucille spoke, her voice coming out rapid and panicked. "I think my boyfriend was kidnapped by the Jigsaw killer." She knew that she probably sounded ridiculous.
"Okay, what's his name?"
"Adam Stanheight." Lucille answered. "I just got to his apartment, all of the lights are off and there's this doll-"
Before she could get another word out, she felt a small pinch in her neck.
Whoever was behind her grabbed Lucille by the arm, causing her to drop her cellphone onto the ground. The girl let out a shriek, trying to pull herself away from the figure who had ahold of her. She turned her body towards them, coming face to face with a figure in a pig-head mask. She gasped at the sight, having expected to see a human face instead. The person had grabbed Lucille's left arm, meaning that the knife in her right hand was free to use. Without hesitation she swung it at them, managing to cut into their arm. The figure winced and let go of her arm for a moment, staggering backwards.
Lucille stood there for a moment and attempted to catch her breath, but the masked-figure bounced back quickly. They lunged at her before she could even get a chance to think. In a split second the knife had dropped from Lucille's hand and she was completely vulnerable. The girl cried out as the figure grabbed her and slammed her body into the counter beside them, causing her to fall to the ground.
She was completely fucked now.
Her eyes shifted up to the figure, who stood above looking down at her. She felt blood trickle down the side of her face. Suddenly Lucille felt weak and dizzy. Whatever was in that syringe, it was starting to kick in. She couldn't bring herself to get back up on her feet. She had no choice but to surrender.
"Please..." Lucille croaked, feeling tears slip from her eyes as they grew heavier.
And without another word, the girl went unconscious.
