Note: THIS IS PURELY MY IDEA OF HOW TWO DIFFERENT MOVIES SHOULD BE COMBINED. IT IS BASED OFF OF SAW AND HOUSE ON HAUNTED HILL. THIS IS NOT ORIGINAL.
In the early morning light of early October, a sleek black limousine pulled up in front of an old, early-1900's era manor and stopped, allowing a man in a comfortable-looking, tailor-made suit to step out carefully. The man carefully swung the door shut, and, looking at the driver who had stepped out, said, "You can leave, I'll call you whenever I am able to leave."
"Very well, Mr. Jackson. I will see you later, sir." the chauffeur said with a polite nod.
The man in the suit waved and stepped away from the limo as it pulled away. Noticing a lovely-looking white, rusty swing on the porch, the man stepped over and made himself comfortable on the bench. As he did, another car pulled up. This one was a black, well-cared for '80's model Porsche Carrera. The car was parked on the side of the driveway, allowing plenty of room for other cars to pass. As soon as the engine was shut off, the gull-wing door opened, lifting up, and a beautiful woman, probably in her mid-30's, stepped out, pushing the door down as she did.
As the woman approached, beeping her car to lock it with the remote, the man stood and held his hand out with a kind smile on his tan face. "Jonathon Jackson, Miss. It is nice to meet you."
Instead of taking his hand, the woman simply stared at it as if she was too good to shake his hand, then she said, "Yes, it must be simply amazing to be standing in the presence of the most powerful business woman in the state, isn't it?"
At that the man just sat back down, bewildered. After a moment, he commented, "I'm sorry, I didn't know the most powerful business woman in the state was such a prick. But she is so beautiful, is she not?"
That tweaked her feminine side, and she blushed for a moment, then recomposed herself and asked, "Are you here for the million dollar prize as well?"
"Well-why wouldn't I be? I mean, isn't that why you came Miss...?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm Alice. Alice Jackley." This time she proffered her hand, and Jonathon took it firmly with a smile.
"Miss Jackley, I'm glad-..." the sound of a car cut him off.
The two companions on the porch looked toward the start of the drive and saw an old, beat-up station wagon from the 1970's, from which a loud, metal song blasted out. Jonathon winced as the car pulled to a stop precariously close to the Porsche's rear bumper and covered his ears for a moment. When he saw the youth step out of the car, he removed his hands from his ears and looked at the young man that was walking up to the two business people on the porch.
"Yo what's up, people? You here for the prize, too?! Awesome man!" the 20-year old man said.
"Yes, sir, we are," Jackson started. "And what is your name? I'm Jonathon Jackson."
"Cool name, dude! I'm Ryan Curtis. I am so stoked to win that prize at the end of the week." The youth took Jonathon's hand and shook it furiously.
When Jonathon managed to free his hand, he wiped the wet sweat off of his palm on his pant leg discreetly. "Nervous about something?"
"No man, I just don't have any A/C in my car. And it's already hot out man."
Ryan was short compared to Jonathon, and even Alice. He stood about five foot five, whereas Jonathon stood six feet tall, and Alice stood about in the middle of the two. The three of them all had black hair; Ryan had dark brown eyes; Jonathon had blue; and Alice had large green eyes.
