A twisted game (Saw fanfiction)

Chapter 5

A/N 2 CHAPTERS IN ONE DAY? WHAT?! Hi guys I hope you're enjoying the story so far:) if you are don't forget to vote please. I'm sorry to keep asking, but it really means a lot when you do. So like chapter three this chapter is gonna focus a bit more on Siren's backstory, but it's very important to the story. I hope you like it! WARNING: This chapter does contain sexual content (not really that much, but it does kinda-ish, it's definitely not smut though), and drug use, don't say I didn't warn you.

~~~ Flashback ~~~

I'm not sure why my dad always has to send me to do the scouting. I guess in a way I do though. Amanda's to nervous and jittery, she'd get caught within minutes.

I almost felt like turning around as the sounds of the party became louder. The closer I got the louder the noise grew.

Jarod Greene, my target, spends all his time at parties to 'pick up' girls. What's so wrong with that though? The part about his little routine that caused my blood to boil was that he drugged the girls and after he was done with them, he'd leave them in some alley.

He's not dumb though. Not once has he left evidence and so he could never be convicted.

Finally I walked into the party. It was filled with people, all probably somewhere around 20-27 years old. The smell of pot and liquor hit my nose and I almost visibly recoiled in disgust. I maneuver my way through the crowd quickly finding my suspect.

In the corner he sat with his arm around a half naked girl. He excused himself saying he was gonna grab her a drink. As soon as she saw him turn the corner she quickly bolted through the crowd to whom I assume were her friends.

I pour myself a drink, the foul stench of beer filling my nose. When I have to go to a party to stalk someone I never get drunk or any sort of high. Actually I've never been high at all. Instead I simply sipped on a cup of beer through out the entire time I was at the party to blend in.

As I walked towards my victims new spot of interest someone handed me something. A quick look at it and I recognized it as a blunt. Not wanting to look suspicious I take a hit. Almost immediately I choke on the smoke and begin coughing. I was billowed over for a good 3-4 minutes just coughing.

I take a large gulp of my drink before taking a second hit, I may not have ever smoked before, but I know how to, and allowing myself to cough once again. Afterwards I pass off the blunt to someone in the crowd.

By the time I was over my coughing fit I had washed down my first cup. I simply went and grabbed a second, praying that I wouldn't get to buzzed or worse drunk. My head was already feeling cloudy and my mouth began to go dry. Without meaning to I down my second cup.

I grab a third and begin to try to find Jarod. My luck seemed to have vanished though. Another stranger passed me a blunt again. I stare at it for a second, but ultimately I decide to stay in character and allow another coughing fit to ensue.

My mouth was so dry that within the next hour I was on my sixth cup and could barely walk through the crowd. At this point I had forgotten completely about my victim and I sat perched in the corner talking to some guy.

He introduced himself as Adam and told me that his passion was photography. Me and him had begun to chit chat and I lied when he asked me what I was doing here.

"One o-of my frie-ends wanted me to come h-here and hang out with her, b-but she di-ditched me." My voice was beginning to slur and I kept stuttering.

"Yeah I know what you mean. Friends are assholes. I only came here because the guy who owns the place had my camera and I needed it back. Fucking dick." He was abrasive and very vulgar, but he was handsome so I stayed by him.