SAW: Retribution

III.

                                        FBI Agent Lawrence Crawford

I enter the main lobby of the police office. Everyone was hard at work trying to crack different cases, whether it was a hit and run or a missing person. While my team was more concerned with who the hell was these copycats. On top of this, where the hell they could possibly be. They all just seemed to vanish up into thin air.

I walked down the main hall into the situation room where we kept all the suspects listed on the board, which was covered in evidence and suspects. We had 6 possible suspects listed, ranging from male to female between the ages of 18 and 53. Different races and backgrounds. Yet, we didn't know who the 7th person was. Given this information at the new suspect, I added a blacked out photo of a woman and listed possible ways of finding out who she was. Even what we so far know.

I sat down and looked at this list of people we had, and studied their faces and names:

Malcolm Lakewood: Age 46; African American descent. Skilled Engineer at a local college, the first suspect, went missing 48 hours before we raided his home.

Sasha Lopez: Age 19; Hispanic descent. College student studying biology, the second suspect who went missing hours before we raided her dorm.

Lindsey Digger: Age 27; African American descent. Single mother of three, third suspect who killed her children. Went missing after 23 hours of investigation

Matthew Powell: Age 32; Caucasian descent. Killed his mother using a trap. The fourth suspect who went missing 12 hours into the investigation.

Damian Chan: Age 53; Asian descent. Suspected of killing a neighbor in a trap. The fifth suspect who went missing 3 hours into the investigation.

Zak Feldman: Age 22; Caucasian descent. Killed girlfriend. The sixth suspect who went missing minutes before the raid of work.

These six suspects, none even linking to another, other than being copycats of the Jigsaw Killer. None of them even know each other, never even met, don't even live near each other. They just all just vanished off the face of the earth. No trace of them. It's like they all just dropped everything and died.

As I sat there pondering where they all could be, one of my agents knocked on the door and came in, panting as she spoke.

"Sir, you need to see this," she declared as she turned the television on in the room.

She began flipping through the channels, then stopped on a channel: 07. The screen was nothing but static, then the screen went black, followed by a doll with black hair and spiral cheeks appeared.

"Sir, this is on every channel," she stated as she flipped through the channels. "Even the ones in town have this playing."

I quickly got out of my seat and got closer to the screen to watch what was about to unfold in front of my eyes.

The doll turned its creepy head to face the camera, looking right at the audience. It's mouth slowly opened as the doll began to tell the viewer something. All of this was live for everyone in the city to see, and I was getting a first class seat to watch. Suddenly, the dolls deep creepy voice began to speak as followed:

"Hello, world. I wanna play a game. For weeks, different people have been playing their own twisted games inspired by me, yet none are holding the true meaning. Each game is played for their own pleasure, to kill. None of them realize my games are meant to test what one's will to live." The doll paused, and then the feed cut to 7 people laying on the floor of a large room. All of them asleep, none moving. From there, the feed cut back to the doll.

"It seems since my death, people have forgotten the meaning of my games. Using them for evil intents. Well, today that all ends. Today the world will know the meaning of my games, and no one will escape untested. You will all watch 7 copycats play in my game...LIVE. Yet, you do not know the names of them. Allow me to introduce each one of them." The feed changed to pictures of each victim...all of them were suspects in the recent murders.

"Malcolm Lakewood," the first picture said followed by, "Sasha Lopez, Lindsey Digger, Matthew Powell, Damian Chan, Zak Feldman." The doll paused before revealing the final photo. This one was of suspect number seven, one we hadn't identified yet, but he knew who she was, " Mary Lockley."

"Now, let the game...BEGIN!" Declared the doll as the video feed cut back to the seven people who were now waking up.

People in the office stood silent, watching the screen. No one knowing what to do. No one has ever seen a game like this, especially one live for the world to see.

I charged out of the room and began giving orders, "I need people to start tracing this video feed ASAP. I wanna know where this video is coming from, and I want it NOW!"

Officers began moving around grabbing items, and several ran into labs to find out where the video was being broadcasted from. They all seemed shaken and lost, but hopefully, we can find them before they die.

This isn't right. None of this is right. How the fuck did he know who they were!? Do we have a mole? I don't know what to do other than sitting back and watch and hope, but I do know one thing...the game has begun. I thought to myself as I flopped down in a chair.