(1D) Saw ; The Beginning

(2) Chapter Four ; One In The Chamber .

Luke Hemmings ; 

I could hardly feel my legs, or my arms for that matter. Everything in my body just felt so numb, so cold. I slowly peeled my eyes open to the darkness puzzled by why I was even here. Last thing I remembered was being with Eleanor.

   "E-Eleanor??" I panicked, hoping she was okay. Where the fuck am I? 

 

I sat up unable to see anything. Slowly, I staggered to my feet wishing I could rid the morbid taste that lingered at the tip of my tongue. What the fuck was this? The taste in my mouth caused me to grimace, making me want to puke.

  "H-hello??" I called out, feeling my way through the darkness. I just felt so, alone. "I-is anyone there??"

My mind was spinning. I felt so light headed that I nearly collapsed. The needle jabbing sensation that ran through my arms and legs slowly began to simmer. What was wrong with me? Everything felt so surreal.

The lights suddenly shuttered on, causing me to cower. I blocked the contrast with my hands as the light blinded me for a moment. Things slowly started to come back into focus as I caught a glimpse of my surroundings. What was this place? 

 

  I coughed into my hand. "What the fuck??"

I caught red in my palms, glaring at it wide eyed. I spit onto the floor seeing even more of it. What is happening to me? It was blood. I gulped a good amount of it, grimacing as the disgusting taste of the iron slimmed down my throat. This room was sketchy. There were vents in the old paint chipped walls, a think metal plated door, and a television in the corner of it. In the other end of the room there was a wall of little T.V.'s that began to flicker on one by one.

   "Eleanor?? Ashton??" my eyes grew even wider when I saw them both in the first of the little screens, lying in hospital beds. Was this really happening? 

 

I coughed, wincing at the burning pain I started to feel inside my chest. I whipped the blood from my lips. This was only seeming to get worse.

  "What the-?"

Further down I saw the boys- Harry, Zayn and Liam. Up against one of the walls of the room they were in, there was a body, mutilated somehow. I clamped my hand over my mouth. Why did they almost look like they were, crying? I watched as Zayn and Liam pulled what looked like Niall and Louis out of vaults. Seeing them okay gave me some peace of mind. I sighed in relief not feeling so strung up. I need to get out of here. I held my side limping over to the only door in this room. It was locked from the outside and seemed heavily armed. Even if it wasn't locked, there was no handle for me to pull it open with.

  

   "Hello Luke-" an eerie voice filled the room.

  

I froze, slowly turning around to face it. It was the television that sat in the corner, and on it there was a face. It wasn't human, but rather a doll or a puppet.

  

 "You don't know how long I've waited for this moment," it spoke in a raspy whisper. What was that supposed to mean? "Floating in the air around you is a dangerous toxin that you've been breathing for the past couple of hours-"

  

   Oh fuck. I started to tear.