(1D) Saw ; The Beginning

(7) Chapter One ; The Worse Kind of Payne .

Liam Payne ; 

 "Oww...." I groaned. What the-?

    

Immediately I sat up looking around in a frantic state of thought, remembering the last thing that was on my mind. This deffinitely wasn't my bedroom. My breaths got heavy like I were having a nightmare, but that seemed to be the least of my worries. I got to my feet running my fingers through my hair, masking a wry face. Where am I?

In front of me there was a large glass window, but curtains closed from the inside made it impossible to see what was on the other side of them. What is this? There was a lever up against the wall, flipped up in the 'Off' position. I walked over to it wondering what it would do.

Painted on the wall right above it, it read 'Choose Your Fate' in dripping letters. I scratched my head a little cautious of weather or not I should pull it. The wires that were connected to the switch ran up the wall and into the glass. Whatever this switch did, it had to do with something on the other side of this window.

    

  *Click* 

    

I pulled the switch down seeing no harm in it for me, yet I still winced. The eerie sound of machinery began to rumble lightly behind the glass. I started to get scared as I back away slowly not sure what to expect. Suddenly the ground started to shake beneath my feet as one by one, panels started to emerge from the floor right before the glass. There were five of them, all lined up neatly against the window. My eyes widened as the curtain slowly began to reveal itself.

    

  "Wh-what the hell..."

    

My jaw gaped. My eyes widened. I pushed my back against the wall holding my hand to my mouth hoping I wasn't looking at my eyes have precieved this to be.

     

  "Hello Liam..." a voice called out to me, echoing all around. I couldn't quite tell where it were coming from. "Yes, what you are looking at before you is no illusion. I want to play a game... The reward? Your life...."

  "Wh-what??" I panicked, holding my hands over my head.

     

I finally noticed a little television on the other side of the glass, a little clown looking back at me.

    

 "Before you are four people in your life that have been there since the beginning of your career. They've stood by you, supported you, grown on you as you stood in the spotlight-"

     

I was looking at four people; each one stainding on their own plank with a bag over their heads, and a rope around their necks hanging from above. I started to cry. Each one of them aligned nicely with the panels that came out of the floor. Their arms were behind their backs, almost as if they were tied. Each and everyone of them wiggled around in fear, trying not to fall from their plank. Though I couldn't see their faces, I could still feel the eerie horror of their heavy breaths down my neck. The first thought that came to mind- was the boys.

     

   "Please... Please no...." I cried to myself as the tears rolled over in my eyes.

 "They've looked up to you, in many ways than one-"

  "What do you want from me??" I yelled closing my eyes tight as I cupped my hands around my ears. I didn't even know if he could hear me, I didn't care. "What do you want from me...."