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

Chapter 5

"Right now?" Ross asks, baffled by his partners stupidity. 

"Why not?" Urie replies smugly.

"Yeah, why not?" He grabs his gun and snaps a cartridge into it before grabbing his coat and quickly following Urie.

Urie and Ross pull up in front of a dark and old building. 

"At least we'll have the cover of darkness."

"Yeah, well, so will anybody else."

They step inside the factory, various clutter and tables piled up on one another. No signs of life...yet. A bang from the outside of the door is heard followed by a couple more bangs and a giant, sliding wooden door slides open and Ross steps in, holding out his shotgun, ready for anything waiting for them. 

Up on the a staircase, it's lit by an eerie green light, the same as from the razor wire room, as the detectives make their way up cautiously, Urie in front, Ross covering behind them. They come up another level, one that has been recently used as Urie points over to a desk with a computer, a radio, and some other miscellaneous items. Then, right next to the desk, we see the K2K graffiti from the video.

"I got you..."

They continue on, moving into a room separated with a chain link fence. There is a slightly raised platform, going along part of the wall, with a few steps leading up on either side. Urie goes up the steps.

On the raised area are some tables covered in heavy red cloth. Urie points to one, reaches down, and pulls back the covering. He reveals a small diorama of the bathroom scene where Gerard and Frank dolls, complete with the body, represent each of them.

"What the hell is this?..."He asks, his voice almost a whisper. "Oh shit..."

They move onto the next table, and Urie pulls back the cloth covering that one, revealing the leering Puppet from Lyndsey's video. Urie stares at it wide-eyed. Next to the puppet is a strange, boar-like mask with long dark hair. 

Urie leans in closer to look at the puppet, when suddenly the still-covered form starts to move and muffled moaning sounds are heard. It startles the detectives.

"Oh fuck!" Ross exclaims.

They both go over and stand on either side of it, taking one end of the red cloth whipping it off. 

Underneath is a man tied to a chair with duct tape over his mouth, held in place by a manacle around his neck. A contraption on the chair holds two power drills about six inches from either side of his head, pointed directly at his temples. His eyes wide, he moans through his tape at the detectives.

Suddenly, a door is heard clanging open on the other side of the building, and the detectives spin to face the sound, guns ready.

Urie looks to Ross and says softly, "Wait Ross!"

Ross is trying to keep his voice low but it still comes off a bit loud. "What?"

"Let's see what he's gonna do." Urie says eagerly. 

"Why? We've fucking got him."

Urie however, having studied this guy for so long, wants to get a good look at him before he's captured, see him in his element.

"We don't know what he looks like. Let's see what he's gonna do."

Ross speaks rather loudly again. "No fucking way!"

As the two argue, the man in the chair continues to protest his position.

"Ross, Ross!" He moves in front of the man a bit, holding up his hand to try to halt Ross, trying to convince him to go along with him.

Ross isn't buying into it. "Fuck that. I'm gonna take him."

"Ross!"

"What the fuck? Shit!"

"Wait Ross, listen."

Whoever it is is moving closer, so they quickly cover up the man and the other things they uncovered. The man in the chair protests loudly through his gag and struggles as much as he can in his chair. 

Ross and Urie go and hide behind a tarp covering the entryway to another room while a figure in a black robe lined in red comes up on the elevator. The elevator stops, and the figure moves forward, slowly and carefully. He goes up the steps to the man in the chair. The figure's hood is up; they do not see his face. As he walks, he seems like he might be having a somewhat difficult time with it.

He reaches and uncovers the man, who begs in muffled tones through the gag. When the figure speaks, they instantly know it is Jigsaw; it is the unmistakable voice from the tapes and the video.

"Awake already, Josh? I need more powerful tranquilizers next time." Josh continues his cries, shedding a few tears. Jigsaw reaches over and touches his shoulder.

 "Don't cry. I've given your life a purpose. You're a test subject for something greater than yourself."

That's when Ross cocks the shotgun and the two detectives move out of their hiding spot, aiming their weapons at Jigsaw.

"Freeze! Police!"

"Hold it right there! Don't move!"

"Put your fucking hands in the air!"

Jigsaw slowly raises his hands, starts to turn to face them but then quickly steps down hard on a red button on the floor, and the drill trap on Josh's chair comes to life. He remains with his back mostly to them, hands still raised.

"Now you'll make a choice." Ross runs up the steps to try to where Jigsaw is, gun aimed at him. Urie remains where he stands. "In 20 seconds, the life of this man will be ended."

"Shut up and get down here!"

Ross keeps his gun steadily aimed. "What did you do? Turn it off!"

Josh in the meantime is struggling in his seat as the drills come closer.

"Ross, stop that thing! I'm taking this bastard down." Ross tosses Urie the shotgun. "Move!"

Ross turns to Jigsaw. "How do you turn it off?!"

"Tell him how to stop it!"

Jigsaw backs up a bit towards the stairs.

"One key will unlock it."

Ross is becoming frantic. "Where is it?!"

"It's in the box." Jigsaw says calmly. 

"Box!" He sees a box on the side of the chair and opens it. Inside he pulls out a ring of at least 30 keys, and goes over to behind Josh to try to unlock the device. He tries a couple of keys, none working. "Fuck! Which key, which key?!"

"Tell him which key it is!"

Jigsaw is now facing Urie, moving closer to him. "Time is running out."

"Shut up and get down here right now, asshole!"

Jigsaw slowly moves down towards him more.

"What's more important to you Officer, arresting me or the life of another human being?"

Ross keeps trying various keys. Urie goes up Jigsaw and grabs him, pushing him down to his knees. Jigsaw keeps his arms slightly raised.

"Get down on your knees!""Jesus! Urie! Urie!"

Urie aims his gun at the back of Jigsaw's head "Hands behind your head!" Jigsaw obliges "Sick bastard." "Yes, I am sick, Officer."Ross is still trying various keys, none working. He's in a full-fledged panic. Josh closes his eyes, crying, as the drills are only 2 inches away. "Urie! It's like, there's a hundred keys in here!" "Sick from the disease eating away at me inside. Sick of people who don't appreciate their blessings. Sick of those who scoff at the suffering of others."

Ross finally whips out his gun and shoots each drill, breaking and stopping them. Urie glances up at him, briefly distracted by the gunfire.

Jigsaw takes advantage of this as he pops a blade out of a wristband hidden up his right sleeve. "Sick of it all!" He lashes upwards, slashing Urie's throat.