(1D) Saw ; The Beginning

(5) Chapter One ; Frozen Inzaynity .

Zayn Malik ;

It was cold. As I slowly started to come back to reality, all I could see was blue. I took a deep breath. With each exhale I could see my breath in the air. My jaw began to chatter. I sat up holding my head trying to focus my vision. Why was it so cold? I looked around seeing frost on the walls and mirrors reflecting me at almost every angle. This room was dim, but I could still see. I got to my feet scratching my head. What the fuck is this place?

There were pipes all along the ceiling eminating mist. Already my body was shivering. How long have I been in here? My vision finally came back to me in full. Near the ceiling there were also sprinklers, all aimed downward directly at me. I gulped my suspicion unable to shake the eeerie feeling that something wasn't right. At the North wall there was a door with no handle. Beside it there were two lights, the red on and the green off. It seemed to be the only way out of this room. A bathtub sat in the corner covered in mold. On the opposite wall to the door there was a fireplace who's wood was frozen solid. Books and papers were scattered all over the room floor. There were two big bookshelves; one stood tall leaned up agains the wall as the other was tipped over onto the floor.

     

  Hmm?

     

In another corner of the room, there was an old television, dusted from age. Under it there was some sort of clock, stuck on 0:15. On top of it there was another odd number that read 0°.

     

   *Cshhh*

     

I jumped at the sound of static. It was the television, clicking on on it's own. I eyed the room wondering how the old thing was functioning and worse, how it did it on its own.

     

  What the fuck?

     

A clown puppet appeared on screen, fading the static. As he turned his head to me, my eyes grew wide.

     

  "Hello Zayn..." it's mouth moved, speaking to me in an deep whisper. How the fuck? "By now you've probably noticed that the room around you is a metaphore. Cold, empty, and hard to figure out-"

     

  A metaphore? For what?

     

  "Something you've grown accustomed to. I want to play a game... The reward? Your life..."

     

I clinched my teeth at the sound of that, trying not to show that I was afraid. But who was I kidding? No one could see me.

     

  "The room you are in is set to zero degrees. Every fifteen seconds the temperature will drop, causing the sprinklers to react. The human body can withstand up to eighty degrees below zero before falling into hypothermic shock-"

     

I gulped. My heart started to pound against my chest. Why was I even here?

     

  "Hidden in this room are two switches, switches that will set you free. In your recent years you've learned to close yourself off to those around you; even those who adore you-"