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

Chapter 4

A/N: Sorry this chapter is a bit longer than that rest but i hope you enjoy it xox

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Gerard was becoming a little hysterical again. He speaks accusingly. "How do I know you're telling the truth? You can be the one who put me in this room! He dramatically gestures as he speaks, pointing to Frank and himself.

"I'm in exactly the same situation you're in." Frank said, rolling his eyes.

"Wrong." He stands up, kicking his chained foot and shouts. "Wrong! You've got one thing I don't: information." He hovers as he can in a threatening pose, pointing. "You know who did this!" He picks up a glass shard that fell when he broke the mirror, holds it up threateningly to Frank. "Now you either tell me what is really going on," Frank rolls his eyes, turns his head over to his left, away from Gerard. "Or I'll cut you with this, you hear me? I'll cut-" But he stops short as he sees something in the glass. He flips it over, studying it, flips it back. He looks over to the mirror on the wall, studying it, thinking. Frank notices that Gerard's ranting has ended, glances over at him. "What?" Frank asks suspiciously.Gerard looks over at Frank, then back at the mirror.

"It's a two-way mirror." Gerard drops the shard down on the floor carefully, then reaches over to the corner behind him, leaning down and picking up a loose padlock. He lifts it up and throws it as hard as he can against the mirror, shattering most of the glass. Frank briefly startles at the sound and force of the glass shattering. Gerard reaches back down, finds another piece of debris and throws that at the mirror with just as much force. The rest of the glass breaks away, and a camera with a red light can bee seen behind a clear glass. Frank stands up to get a better look at it.

Suddenly there is a flash of static and there is a fuzzy, black and white surveillance video of Frank and Gerard in the bathroom, staring right at us into the camera. The video is on a silver surveillance monitor. Other recording-type equipment is on either side of the monitor. A man's voice speaks, though it doesn't sound quite the same as on the Jigsaw tape that everyone else has heard. As he speaks, a hand wearing a black leather glove raises up slightly and waves its fingers at the screen.

MAN:

"I can see you..."

"So that's what this is. Reality TV." Gerard sneers.

MAN, STILL TAUNTING AND SOUNDS AS THOUGH HE'S ON A POWER TRIP:

"Don't look at me. I can't help you."

Gerard stands in a threatening pose to the camera, speaks angrily, loudly to it, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Can you hear me in there? Huh? I'm having a blast." He bends down and picks up piece of debris from the floor. "This is the most fun I've had without lubricant and a dick up my ass." Gerard throws the piece of debris at the window. It makes a thwacking sound, but doesn't break. Not even a crack. "Make sure you're getting everything." He bends down and throws another piece of debris. It hits, but no breakage. He leans down for another piece.

"That's not going to do anything." Frank says with a scoffing tone as he watched Gerard.

Gerard pauses and looks to Frank. "You just want to leave it running on us?"

"Well, you won't stop it. That's why we can't cut through these chains. It's why you won't break that glass."

He gestures to the pipe then the glass.

"Every possible angle has been pre-thought out by him."

Frank appears deep in thought, starting to understand the set-up more so, figuring out the way this guy thinks. Almost admiring him. The situation may be bad, but it's a brilliant design.