(1D) Saw ; The Beginning

(1) Chapter One ; Set the Trap .

Harry Styles ;

My head felt heavy, hanging down into my chest. I had the disgusting taste of blood and metal in my mouth that I couldn't quite get rid of. What the fuck? My eyes slowly peeled open to the dim lighting in the room, getting brighter with every blink. I looked around still trying to figure things out. I lifted my head up straight attempting to hold it steady, but I was unable to stop it from falling backwards. My head flopped back causing me to cough.

     

  What the fuck??

     

I tried to move, but something kept me in place. My eyes widened in fear. I looked down at my body seeing that I was cuffed to a steel chair that wouldn't budge.

     

   "Urahh....?" I groaned. I couldn't speak, and when I tried the corner of my lips rubbed against metal, causing the taste of blood to fill my mouth excessively.

     

I began to pant in fear. I tugged and pulled at the metal around my wrists and ankles but they wouldn't budge. What the fuck was around my head?? It was like a helmet. My tongue felt around for what was causing my mouth to bleed and I could feel four flat sharp pieces of metal between my teeth. I gulped hard still trying to struggle but it was no use. Nothing seemed to work.

In the left corner of the room there was a television, and under it there was a clock that read 5:00. My heart began to thud, nearly loud enough for me to hear it.

     

   "Argghhh!" I screamed in frustration. My eyes began to water in fear.

     

All of a sudden the television in the corner of the room turned to white noise as my eyes glued to watch it. It faded to the face of a clown, who turned to look at the camera; to look at me. It looked like a doll, a puppet even, glaring at me with its morbid eyes.

     

  "Hello Harry..." it's mouth moved, talking in a low eerie whisper. My heart froze in fear. "I bet you're wondering what is you're doing here. I want to play a game... The reward? your life-"

     

I winced at the sound of that, a tear rolling down my cheek.

    

  "The rules are simple," he paused as the screen shifted into a manikin wearing some odd helmet on his head. "The device around your head is on a timer, and the key is somewhere in this room. You'll have five minutes to  take it off or it will spring, ending your life-"

     

A few ticks of a timer passed before the device on screen sprung open in a sudden explosion, completely tearing the manikins jaw from it's face. My lips began to quake, more tears rolling over in my eyes.

     

   "You've spent the recent years of your life getting other people do to things for you. Now it's time to see how you will truly do getting your own hands dirty. In this room, you will find that you are not alone. The girl before you holds the key, the key to your freedom. They say that beauty, is in the eye of the beholder... Let the game begin...."

     

The television turned back to white noise, leaving me in silence. I whimpered hanging my head back into my chest. Tears mixed in with the blood in my mouth, causing an even more odd taste.