Saw

Chapter 1

A young man woke up. He had no idea where he was, or what happened to him recently. He just awoke, and as he regained consciousness, he tried to breathe but he couldn't. His head was submerged in water.

He sat up in shock. As he sat up, he pulled a plug and all the water he was sitting in went down a drain, along with a small item that had been sitting on his chest. He clocked that he was sitting in a bath tub.

The room he was in was pitch black. He could not see a thing. He crawled out of the tub and onto a hard floor. He then realized something else. There was a heavy metal object wrapped round his ankle. As he tried to stand up he realized it was a shackle. He was chained to the wall. He cried out:

"Help! Somebody help me!" He stopped as he realized there was a dragging sound at the other end of the room.

"Is someone there? Shit, I'm probably dead!"

He tugged and pulled at his chain but to no avail. Where was he, and how did he get here? Suddenly, a deep voice called out from the other end of the room.

"You're not dead."

The man was startled. it was then he realized that there was a rotten smell coming from somewhere in the room.

"Who is that? Help me!" the young man yelled.

"There's no point yelling," the voice sounded again. "I already tried it." The voice seemed somewhat calm but also slightly irritated.

"Turn on the lights!" the young man called.

"Would if I could." The voice said.

"What the fuck is going on?" the young man screamed. "Where am I?" He turned around and began pulling at his chain again.

"I don't know yet."

The young man took a deep breath through his nose, then cringed in disgust.

"What is that smell?!"

"Hang on a second," the voice yelled. "I think I found something!"

With that, there was a loud click, and very bright lights started to come on at the time of the room. The young man was almost blinded by the sudden light. The room was then completely lit. He took a moment to adjust, then looked around the room.

He was in the corner of a huge bathroom. A very dirty, industrial looking bathroom which looked like it had not been used for years. He was chained to a grimy pipe by his ankle. At the other end of the room, there was another man, chained to another pipe. The two men looked at each other.

The young man looked in his mid to late twenties. He had short dark brown hair and was wearing a pair of jeans with a flannel shirt and a white t shirt underneath. The other man was a bit older, maybe in his early to mid forties and was wearing a blue dress shirt. He had pale blonde hair and deep purple bags under his eyes, as if he had not slept in a considerable amount of time.

Suddenly, the two of them realized where the horrible smell was coming from. There was a look of upmost horror on both of their faces as they looked on the floor in the middle of the room. There was the corpse of a middle aged man who had presumably just committed suicide. He was wearing boxers and a white t shirt.  His brains were splattered all around his and he had a gun in his hand. He was laying face down on the floor.

"Holy shit!" the young man cried out, reeling in disgust.

Both men turned around with their hands over their mouths, trying not to vomit.  The young man then looked down at his chain and a sudden wave of panic swept over him.

"Help!!" he yelled, suddenly falling back down to the floor and pulling at his chain as hard as he could. "Help! Help!"

The older man clearly had more self control. He was still sitting there calmly.

"No one can hear you." the older man said.

"What the fuck is this?" said the younger man, pulling at his chain again.

They both were trying to recollect how they ended up chained in an abandoned bathroom, but nothing.

"Calm down, just calm down." the older man said. "Are you hurt?"

The younger man looked down at his body, and shrugged.

"I don't know, yeah!"

The older man leant backwards onto his pipe.

"What's your name?" he asked calmly.

"My name is Very Fucking Confused, what's your name?" the young man exclaimed sarcastically.

The older man rolled his eyes, clearly agitated by this young man's behaviour.

"My name is Lawrence Gordon, I'm a doctor," the older man said. "I just woke up here, just like you." He wiped some sweat off his face with his sleeve.

The younger man knelt back down towards the pipe, pulling at his chain yet again, but to no avail. He screamed again, grimacing at the pain of metal digging into his skin. Lawrence looked back down at the man lying dead on the floor.

"Recognize him?" Lawrence asked.

"No." the younger man said sharply, still pulling at his chain and refusing to look at the body again.

Lawrence had to get something out of this guy.

"Do you have any idea how you got here?" asked Lawrence. "What's the last thing you remember?"

"Nothing," the younger man said, sitting back onto the floor. "I went to bed in my shithole apartment, and woke up in an actual shithole!" He was still trying to get his ankle out of the shackle. "So what about you, huh?" He glanced at Lawrence.

Lawrence shrugged. "Well, there's not much to tell, I was on my way home from work and I, uh, don't remember anything else."

The younger man glanced over to the dead body again. "First dead body I've ever seen. Look different in real life. They don't move."

"From the looks of these chains," Lawrence said, poking at the shackle around his foot. "someone didn't want us to go very far, either."

The younger man lifted up his shirt to reveal his stomach. He pointed at the side of his body.

"Do you see any scars?" He asked.

"What?" Lawrence asked, confused.

"This is what they do. They kidnap you and drug you and before you know it, you're in a bathtub and your kidneys are on eBay!"

"No one has taken your kidneys." said Lawrence, a mocking tone in his voice.

The younger man stared at him in disbelief. "How can you tell from all the way over there?"

"Because you'd be in terrible agony, or you'd be dead by now." Lawrence assured him. "Trust me."

"What are you, a surgeon?" the young man scoffed.

"Yeah." Lawrence sighed. "So are you gonna tell me your name or what?"

"Adam." the young man said, calmer than before.

"Well, Adam," Lawrence said, standing up. "What we need to do is start thinking about why we're here. Whoever brought us here could've killed us by now but they didn't. They must want something from us."

The question is, what?"