Sanity: The Saw Chronicles [C]

Chapter 7 | Puppet Strings

This island was mostly jungle. At some point it was something similar to Guantanamo Bay, except a lot less known. It's about as well known to the public as we are. It was abandoned when they had no use for it. I found a use. Around the island were guard towers. That's where I currently stood with Manson by my side. Inside the one mountain of on the island, there was a small building built for torture. That's where out captives were.

Kuza pushed open the hatch door that lead up here. He climbed inside, kicking it shut behind him. It wasn't a passive kick either. He was pissed off. "Fucking bitch cunt." He grumbled.

"You okay?" I asked humorously.

He sighed as he looked up at me. "Yeah, yeah. Let's just get going with this already. I didn't bother knocking her out."

"Who?" Manson asked.

"His girlfriend." I sighed dramatically as I turned to the monitors. "Or, ex-girlfriend, I should say. She wasn't apart of the original plan but she does improve it. She knows just enough to let them all know why they're here, but not enough to give them any actual help."

"I didn't tell her a damn thing. Just picked her up off the plane and walked her up that mountain without speaking. She's going to try to kill me." He said.

"You'll be one step ahead of her no matter what. There's cameras all over the island that you can access through your phone. I also programmed an answer key to all the puzzles in there." I replied.

"Thanks." Kuza's eyes latched onto one of the monitors. He hungrily watched his own girlfriend struggle against the chains. Then mused, "They're waking up."

I set my hand on his shoulder, directing him to back up. We fell into the shadows of the room and allowed Manson to continue forth with what he was brought here to do. I needed his master mind, yes, but I also needed his disconnection from us. Prior to this, there is no public knowledge of him ever being connected to any of us. That's exactly the kind of anonymousness I need.

He knew his way around the controls well. Once everyone was awake, they began to all panic. Being the selfish people they are, they were quick to blame those around them. Rayne had already been beyond pissed for awhile. She was starting to cool down when she realized she had to find a way out of this. Her survival instincts were kicking it.

Manson flipped on the monitor that would feed a camera's view from our room to a TV in theirs. When the static consumed the TV, Rayne tried to get the others to shut up. They at first wouldn't listen, so she screamed, "YOU FUCKING MORONS SHUT THE FUCK UP AND WATCH!" She pointed at the TV.

They all were taken back. Some from fear, others in shock. It was just enough silence for the TV to catch their attention as it turned on. We were well away from the camera while Manson was directly in front of it. That was his job; To be the messenger.

"Each of you have been chosen to be here for a reason. You have all wronged someone you shouldn't have. In life, you all disregarded humbleness. You chose to ignore the fact that no matter how badass you think you are, there is always someone more powerful out there. Those very people are the ones that put you here. And those people, they are connected by one thing. That one thing, it happens to be the password to unlock the chains on your necks and the door.

You have thirty minutes to figure it out. If you don't, the door will lock forever and this room becomes your tomb. If you do manage to open the door, from there you will need to cross this island to get to the dock on the other side. Be careful though, of what lurks in the night."

He twisted a laugh and turned off the camera feed. Manson enjoyed being the evil puppet master just a little too much. I moved back over to the monitors to watch. Kuza joined me. As he did, he slyly put his hand around my waist. I didn't mind much. In fact, it was comforting and made me feel that much more eviler.