A twisted game (Saw fanfiction)

Chapter 1

The smell of tobacco burned my nose as I opened my eyes. There he sat. The man I loved. Me, in love... I build potentially fatal devices, but yet somehow I had fallen for this freelance photographer.

"Good morning beautiful," I say whilst yawning. Adam let out a small chuckle while wrapping his arms around me, "Good morning handsome." It had become a routine with us. Our morning greeting. Something so small, yet so important.

I reach for my pack of L&M's on the bed side table and light one. The smoke flew out with a sense of sophistication, swirling in the air. We sit in silence as we finish our cigarettes until my phone rings. A sigh escapes my mouth as I see Amanda's number pop up.

So much for relaxing. "Hello?"

"Hey Siren, John needs you to go take care of Zepp for him. Can you do that?" Her voice rang through the phone, only loud enough for my ears. "Yeah, no problem." I say quickly hanging up the phone. The thought of Adam ever finding out that I kidnapped people, or built the torture devices that could possibly end in their death was something I never wanted to cross my mind.

I lean in to Adam, kissing him with a hunger, it felt like I was kissing him to Quench this hunger, but instead it grew. It grew in to a steady fire, that lasted until our lungs burned for oxygen. My eyes met his for a minute before I stood up.

"I gotta go I have some errands to run, but I'll see you tomorrow?" My voice spoke out while shaking as I regained my breath. He looked at me, with a smile playfully skipping across his handsome pale face, "Nothing sounds more perfect."

I leaned into a quick peck before putting on my shoes and heading out.

I reached my car and immediately open the glove department. There sat a bottle of Adderrall 30mg. I popped off the top taking two. When you spent you days stalking and kidnapping, you always had to be on high alert. The clock on my dash board told me it was 12:30 pm, and I knew the orderly would be coming back from his morning shift at the hospital.

Zepp Hindle was a odd one to say the least. He had a unhealthy obsession with some of the sicker patients, including my father. You could here him mutter nasty comments under his breath constantly, and in other instances you'd see envy deep through as he stared at the doctors.

He was to busy trying to live someone else's life that he seemed to forget to appreciate his own.

I knew his schedule by now, I have been following him for two weeks now. I drove up next to his car that was parked outside of his rundown apartment building.

In 20 minutes he'd come out so he could go to a little coffee shop on the other side of town. I reached into the glove department grabbing both syringes and the tape recorder, only before creeping into his back seat. I waited anxiously for another 15 minutes before he hopped in. I quickly sunk the first needle in his skin. He began to panic for the few seconds of consciousness he had left before falling limp. I place the tape recorder in his hand and a gun in the glove box.

The last step was to push the liquids of the second syringe in to his blood stream. A slow acting poison. I quickly wipe off any finger prints or DNA I may have left before leaving. I check the clock once more to see it has turned 2:00 pm.

I speed up as I drive to the ware house. When I finally make it inside I see Amanda and my father working on plans for the next game. Most of the time I was included in who we picked, what their trap was and just about everything else, but this time I had no clue which two men would be trapped in the bathroom.

"Siren." My dads raspy voice broke out, "Sir?"

"Go grab the chains." I knew which ones he spoke of immediately. I had begun welding our own chains so that we knew they wouldn't fail. These shackles were almost indestructible. I guess I really have never agreed with my dads philosophy, but that didn't mean I couldn't take pride in my work.

My father was a shell of a man at this point, between Gideon the divorce, and the cancer, he should've been a wreck. Instead he remained calm, and he focused all his time on his work.

"In a few hours the game will commence. Is Zepp handled?" My fathers voice rung out once more. "Yes sir. I left everything as you said."

"Good. Now go and prepare the bathroom with Amanda." I nodded before fallowing Amanda out. By the time we reached the bathroom it was already 5:30 pm. Me and Amanda began setting up the game. I stood on a step stool putting the offset-tingly clean clock on the filthy  bathroom wall.

I place the box in the wall as Amanda placed some black bag in the top of the toilet. We finished off by locking one end of each chain to different pipes in the bathroom.

We then disinfected a small area in the middle of the floor where my dad would be left laying for the next 10 hours or so.

As we finished, sweat gleaming on our pale skin, my dad came in and began to work on his fake bullet wound. "Go get Dr. Gordon Siren."

"Yes sir." I left with out another word. I checked my watch to see it was now quite late into the night. I ran to my car hoping to not be late. I finally arrived in the parking lot of the beat down motel. My pig mask and cloak hid my identity as I ran up behind Lawrence Gordon sinking the syringe in his neck.

I quickly drove him to the bathroom and left. I was exhausted and dying of hunger at this point. By the time I got home I was so tired I went straight to bed.

A/N Hi, I hoped you enjoyed this first chapter, I can't wait to write the second one😩❤️