Every Puzzle Has Its Pieces (A Saw Fanfiction)

Chapter One

Ten o'clock

Cold... the floor was freezing cold so I reached forward for my bedsheets to pull over me but there was nothing there, just even colder air. I tried to tuck my knees up into my chest but something stopped me, the clink of metal and the pressure on my leg told me there was a chain around my ankle. I opened my eyes suddenly and let them adjust to the darkness but it was no use, I couldn't see anything. I wasn't at home. I wasn't anywhere familiar. There was a gasp from the other side of the room and the sound of water splashing echoed in my ears. The splashing continued until suddenly there was a thud and a mans voice yelled.
"Help! Someone help me!" There was someone else here. I waited for a moment, not sure if I should reply when he spoke again. "Is someone there?"
"Hello?" I croaked as I sat up.
"Hey!" The man yelled before muttering to himself. "Shit... I'm probably dead."
"Hello?" I repeated before coughing aggressively. Can he hear me?
"Who's that?" He asked in a panicked tone.
"You're not dead." A deeper voice spoke from another corner of the room.
"Who's that?" The first man asked again. "Turn on the lights."
"I would if I could." The second man said calmly.
"Where are we?" I asked, my voice wavering. Had I been kidnapped.
"I don't know yet." The second man replied.
I exhaled before breathing in deeply and a foul smell filled my nose, like rotting meat. I choked and groaned.
"What is that?" I asked but the second man interrupted me.
"Shh." He said. "Hang on a second, I think I found something."
There was a click and the whole room lit up with a bright white light. One of the men groaned and I squeezed my eyes shut tightly.
Finally I opened my eyes again to see we were in a bathroom, a filthy bathroom with stained tile walls covered in a thick layer of grime. In fact everything in this room was covered in a thick layer of grime, the row of sinks behind me, one of which I was chained to, the row of urinals on the wall in front of me, the mirror hung above them. To the left of me was a toilet and a bath where a man was sat. He was young, with dark hair and blue jeans. On the floor in front of me was a dead body sprawled across the floor with a mangled head lying in a pool of blood. In one of his hands was a gun and in the other a tape recorder. It was disgusting yet I couldn't look away.
"Alicia. Look away." I heard the second mans voice to the left of me. I turned to see a large yellow door and a number of pipes snaked up the wall. Attached to the pipes was a chain and attached to the chain was a man, a man with blonde hair and a blue shirt, a man I knew.
"Doctor Gordon?" I asked, his presence made me feel slightly calmer, a familiar face helped.
"What the fuck is this!" The first man yelled. He was just saying what we were all thinking.
"Calm down." Doctor Gordon spoke. "Just calm down." He looked between me and the man. "Are you hurt?"
"I- I don't think so." I replied. "I don't know." My whole body had been aching for a while now so it was hard to tell. I coughed once, my throat certainly felt sore.
"Yeah, maybe." The other man replied.
"What's your name?" Doctor Gordon asked him.
"My name?" He asked angrily. "My name is very fucking confused. What's your name? What's going on here?"
"My name's Lawrence Gordon." Doctor Gordon replied. "I'm a doctor."
"He's my doctor." I replied and the man turned to look at me. I coughed before continuing. "I'm Alicia Franklin."
The man didn't say anything, instead he sat down on the floor and began tugging at the chain and metal cuff around his ankle that was attached to the wall.
"Recognise him?" Doctor Gordon asked pointing at the dead body in front of us.
"No." The man panted.
"No." I whispered.
"Well, do you have any idea on how you got here?" Doctor Gordon continued.
"No." The man groaned.
"No." I replied, I did have a slight idea.
"What's the last thing you remember?" Doctor Gordon asked.
"Nothing." The man replied. "I went to bed in my shithole apartment and woke up in an actual shithole."
"Uh, I was at home." I replied. "I went outside to smoke and, uh, yeah, that's it."
"I thought you quit." Doctor Gordon spoke, a disappointed look painted across his face. It reminded me of my dad.
"Huh?"
"Smoking." He said. "I thought you quit smoking."
"Is that really what you're worried about right now?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. It seemed that his priorities were off.
"R- right." Doctor Gordon stuttered. "Well I was on my way home from work and I don't remember anything else."
"First dead body I've ever seen." The man said, he had given up trying to break his chains and was now sat on the floor trying to get his breath back. "Looks different in real life. They don't move." He suddenly jumped to his feet and lifted up his shirt to reveal his pale back and stomach. "Do you see any scars?"
"What?" Doctor Gordon asked as I started to cough uncontrollably.
"This is what they do, man." The man continued. "They kidnap you and drug you. Before you know it you're lying in a bathtub and your kidneys are on E-Bay."
I wondered who "they" were and what they could possibly need our kidneys for.
"No one has taken your kidneys." Doctor Gordon chuckled. "You'd either be in terrible agony or you'd be dead by now. Trust me."
"What are you?" The man asked him. "A surgeon?"
"Yeah." Doctor Gordon replied as I gasped for air. "You gonna tell me your name or what?" The man looked up and hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"Adam." He said. I smiled and nodded, grateful that Adam trusted us enough to give us his name, before looking around the room once again. The toilet seat had a red heart painted on it and there was a clock above the door showing the time to be twenty past ten.
"Guys." I spoke, my smile slowly becoming a frown. "That clock is brand new. Everything else in here is disgusting but the clock is clean and working."
"Somebody obviously wanted us to know the time." Doctor Gordon said, a grin stretching across his face. I smiled before looking at Adam to see his reaction but he wasn't looking at the clock. He was looking at something in his hands. An envelope.
"What is that?" I asked but he didn't reply, he was too busy opening it. "Adam?" I spoke and finally he looked up, he had just pulled something small from inside the envelope.
"What is that?" Doctor Gordon asked.
"It's a tape." Adam replied with a confused tone. "It was in my pocket."
Instantly I reached my hand into my pocket to reveal that I had one too, an envelope that had ALICIA scrawled on the front of it. I opened it to reveal my own tape with the words play me written on it. I looked to Doctor Gordon who had just ripped open his envelope, he tipped the contents into his hand to reveal that, not only did he get a tape, but he also got a bullet and a small key. I watched as he sat down on the floor and attempted to unlock the cuff around his ankle but it was no use, this was not the key to that lock.
"Alicia, you try." He said, throwing the key to me. I caught it and sat down before inserting it in the lock that hung from my ankle, I could already feel that it wasn't right but I tried twisting it anyway. Nothing happened.
"Here." I said, throwing the key to Adam. Again, it was no use. I sighed before lying down on the floor and sliding forward as far as I could, then I reached my hand out towards the tape recorder that lay in the hand of the dead body. I groaned as the chain pulled on my ankle, I was almost there I just needed a few more feet to move. I exhaled in defeat and looked around for a moment.
"Give me your shirt." I said to Adam.
"Huh?"
"Just take your shirt off and give it to me." I demanded and he nodded before removing the blue and white striped shirt he was wearing, leaving him with just a white tshirt underneath. He threw it to me and I lay back down on my stomach, pulling myself towards the body. Holding onto one sleeve of the shirt I threw it forward towards the tape recorder but it was no use. The shirt was too light to move the recorder anywhere. "That was a dumb idea." I sighed.
"No." Adam replied. "It could work." He reached into the bathtub beside him and pulled out the plug before throwing it to me. I tied the plugs chain to the sleeve of the shirt and tried again. This time the plug latched onto the edge of the tape recorder and pulled it off of the man's hand, then slowly, I dragged it across the floor towards me. With the two men watching me, I inserted my tape into the recorder and pressed play, after a moment of static a deep voice became clear.

- Princexiero xx