Chains of Fate: a saw fanfiction

Bound by Blood

The silence in the room grew suffocating as the hours passed. Adam tried to distract himself, but the ever-present stench of rot, the chains cutting into his skin, and the weight of John Kramer's betrayal bore down on him. But worse than all that was the gnawing hunger and the paralyzing thirst. It was getting harder to think, let alone plot an escape.

Lawrence sat across from him, staring at the bloody corpse in the center of the room. His hand rested on the hacksaw again, his knuckles white as he gripped it tighter. Adam noticed, his stomach lurching with the realization of what was coming.

They couldn't stay here forever. Jigsaw wouldn't just let them rot here. That wasn't his style. No, he wanted a show. He wanted them to break, to bleed for him.

"We need to talk about it, Adam," Lawrence said suddenly, his voice hoarse but resolute.

"Talk about what?" Adam asked, though he already knew the answer.

Lawrence didn't respond immediately. He glanced at his chained foot, then up at Adam, his eyes pleading. "I think it's the only way."

Adam felt a cold sweat break across his skin. "You're out of your mind, man."

"No. I'm not." Lawrence's voice was steady, though his hand trembled as it reached for the hacksaw. "We're going to die here if we don't do something."

Adam could see the desperation on Lawrence's face, the haunted look of a man willing to do anything to survive. And maybe Adam would have admired it if the thought of sawing off his own foot didn't make him want to vomit.

"There has to be another way," Adam insisted, trying to hold on to some sliver of hope. "Maybe we can—"

"There is no other way!" Lawrence shouted, his voice echoing off the walls. The sudden outburst startled Adam, but more than that, it broke something between them. The raw emotion in Lawrence's eyes, the sheer panic—it was more terrifying than anything Jigsaw could have done.

Adam clenched his fists, trying to keep himself together, but he couldn't deny the truth. They were running out of time. And Lawrence, despite everything, was right.

The silence stretched between them, heavy and unbearable. Adam's chest tightened as he looked at Lawrence, really looked at him. He wasn't just some guy chained up across the room anymore. He was someone Adam had come to know, someone he respected, maybe even cared about. They were connected now, bound by blood and desperation.

"Lawrence..." Adam whispered, his voice softer than he intended. "I can't let you do this alone."

Lawrence blinked, surprised by the sudden shift in Adam's tone. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the gravity of their situation hanging over them like a storm cloud. But in that silence, something else passed between them—an unspoken understanding, a bond forged in the darkest of places.

Without thinking, Adam reached out as far as his chain allowed, his fingers brushing against Lawrence's. It was a small gesture, almost meaningless in the grand scheme of things, but in that moment, it felt like everything.

"We're getting out of here," Adam said, his voice steady, though his heart raced. "Together."

Lawrence didn't reply. Instead, he tightened his grip on the saw and nodded.