MHA: Jigsaw Reborn

Chapter 4: The Tree Remembers

(A/N: This chapter will be pretty interesting, and slightly longer than the previous chapters. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy it. Make sure to leave your thoughts with a comment below!)

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[2 Weeks Later]

[Narrator's POV]

The warehouse was eerily quiet despite the fact two individuals were within it. The first individual wore a simple surgical mask and some shades to presumably obscure his identity. In contrast, the second individual was unconscious and restrained to a metal chair that was bolted to the floor.

The first individual kept to himself, passing the time for the second person to wake up by reading a novel. He was roughly a quarter of the way complete before he perked his head towards the unconscious man who was slowly gaining consciousness.

"What the hell..." the restrained man said in a daze, his eyes slowly opening as he tried to recognize the unfamiliar location he was in. He first tried to get up from sitting, yet quickly found himself in visceral pain.

"AUGH-" Adrenaline was quick to pump into his system as his eyes bolted to where he was feeling such a piercing pain. Simply put, it was on both of his arms and legs. But to be more specific, it was in the area between the wrist and elbow fold for the former, and the ankle and knee for the latter.

The man was sharp to notice blood dripping out of where his whole forearm was bound, as blood simultaneously trickled down his legs and stained his white socks a bright red. "WHAT THE FUCK!" he screamed as he attempted to pull away from his restraints, which further irritated his newly found wounds and caused more blood to leave his body.

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?! RELEASE ME OR I'LL KILL YOU!!!" the man screamed profanities at the other person reading, who by this point was flipping to a new page in his novel. But hearing that his guest was now wide awake, he folded the top corner of his page into a small triangle — bookmarking it — and put the novel aside while getting up.

"You did this to me!" the restrained man shouted, gaining more control of his emotions after the sudden shock wore down, yet still possessed spite for his situation. "You harbour a lot of questions from me, Shinohara Yuki," the restrained man, now identified as Yuki, could only groan in pain as the masked man continued to talk.

"But to answer your questions in reverse order: you did this to yourself, you won't be killing me, you can leave in a moment, and you can call me Jigsaw."

"How in the world do you know my name?!" Yuki exclaimed in shock. "Hmmmmmmm," Jigsaw, otherwise John Kramer, hummed before responding.

"It didn't take too long to find you. Your tattoo of that snake was a dead giveaway of who you are. Otherwise, it was just waiting and gathering information before finding an opportune time to knock you out with some sedatives." Kramer could only gesture to a table not too far away, on which was an empty syringe.

By this point, Kramer started to walk away from Yuki, eyeing a contraption that was below the same table that had the empty syringe. The contraption was fairly simple in design, being a set of kitchen knives that were stacked together.

"This right here will be your key to freedom," Kramer gestured to the contraption he was holding with his head as he worked on attaching it to the chair Yuki was restrained to so that the sharp ends of the knives were facing towards Yuki's face, but weren't touching his face.

"What the FUCK are you doing?!" Kramer paid no attention to the frantic shouting of Yuki as he continued to talk with an eerie calmness laced throughout his voice.

"I've learned many things over the years doing this kind of thing," Kramer said, reaching for a screwdriver in his pocket to tighten the contraption. "For one, the chair you find yourself strapped to is much sturdier than when I first did this. And for another, these tools I design serve as metaphors."