SAW (Frerard version of Saw) (DISCONTINUED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE)

Chapter 1

A/N: The first picture shows Lawrence/Frank on his side of the bathroom and you can see the  dead body in the center.

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Darkness.

The soft sound of moving water can be heard in the background. A tiny, floating light moves its way near Gerard's foot.

Suddenly, his eyes fly open and he comes to life, opening his mouth and gasping for air. As he wakes up and struggles within the bathtub, his foot catches on a drain plug, unplugging it. The water starts to drain, and the tiny light with some kind of key attached to it go down too. The room itself is pitch black. Gerard lifts himself out of the tub and falls onto the floor, coughing and gasping from the shock. He manages to get to his feet, but as he moves forward he realizes that his ankle is chained to something. He feels his way over to a pipe in the corner, reaching down and pulling at his chain that is attached to it. He cries out, his voice frantic, frightened, and a bit hysterical.

"Help! Someone help me!" He stops when he hears a loud dragging sound somewhere in the room. He looks out into the darkness and calls out. "Is someone there? Hey!" He turns back to the corner to which he is chained, says in a slightly softer but still panicked voice "Shit, I'm probably dead."

Suddenly, from out within the darkness comes a man's low, raspy voice, startling Gerard.

"You're not dead."

Gerard quickly turns in the direction of the voice. Holding his arms out for balance, he tries to look across the room to whoever is speaking, but still cannot see a thing.

"Who's that? Who's that?!"

His voice was strangely a bit on the calm side, and almost irritated with Gerard's reaction to the situation.

"There's no point in yelling, I already tried it."

"Turn on the lights!" Gerard yelled.

"Would if I could."

"What the fuck is going on? Where am I?" Gerard turns into his corner, touching the wall.

"I don't know yet." Frank replied.

"What is that smell?" Gerard asks, making a disgusted face.

"Shh! Hang on a second, I think I found something."

With a loud click and an even louder buzzing sound, the very bright fluorescent lights come to life, lighting up in rows, starting from Frank's end and moving towards Gerard. As they come on, Gerard is nearly blinded by the sudden change from pitch black to bright white and squints in pain, holding up his arms to cover his face.

In the light, Frank can now see that Gerard is in his mid-twenties, with bright red hair, wearing a dark blue striped shirt over a white tee shirt and jeans, looking like a drowned rat from the tub. It takes him a moment but his eyes finally start to adjust, and he looks around the room. He sees Frank, who also winces from the glare of the lights, standing by the light switch and the door. He is on the opposite end of the room, also chained to a pipe in the corner by his foot. He wears a blue button-down dress shirt, now soaked with sweat stains. He appears to be in his early thirties with long black hair and pale skin. Dark circles are under his eyes. Both men are barefoot.

Frank's eyes adjust to the light and he looks across the room. His gaze starts towards the center of the room, as does Gerard's, who steps forward as much as he can, a look of horror on his face. They see, lying face down, the body of a man who has blown his brains out, lying in a pool of blood, clad in only boxer shorts and a tee shirt. In his left hand is a gun, in his right hand is a micro cassette recorder.