hey guise.

so pumped for christmas break.. like you have no idea. thursday, yeee! i work wednesday and thursday till 9, but after work thursday i'm hanging out with aaron, chelsea and dillon so it's all good :) 

gonna be the best start to christmas holidays, ohya. and guess what? i just decided when i get home i'm gonna make tomato soup. just another thing to look forward to! boomcrush.

but this class is boring me right now.. like actually. i've been done for like a week and everyone else needs to speed up! this class feels like foreverrrr. i wish i was still in junior high where we had 8 periods instead of 5 /: blahhh. not loving it....

i wanna go see a keith urban concert. lol random. i've seen him twice now.  once in 2009 and once in september of this year. freaking. amazing. you have no idea.  the best night of my life.  got to give him a hug and all, good timeeee ;) 

lovin' it, lovin' it.  i kinda wants mcdonalds... FRIDAY.  i had subway last night with dills and chelsea. then we watched cowboys vs. aliens and it was awful... like so bad. seriously. never watch it. ever. 

but it's whateva, just lovin' life today.  i have to work SO much between christmas and new years. i work the 28, 29, 30, 31. not impressed.  like, come on. i work till 6 new years eve! but then i'm just chillin' with aaron :)  

defs gonna be an amazing christmas break! 

looove. 

still sick & twisted

k well all my junior high teachers thought i was sick and twisted... and i kind of like, realized i am.

i can tell you, FROM HEART, stories about almost every serial killer that was huuuge. i know everything about albert fish, jeffrey dahmer, ted bundy, john wayne gacy, robert pickton, charles manson, ed gein, and jack the ripper.


even the fictional ones. jigsaw (my favorite), freddy kreuger, jason, michael myers, basically anyone.


how do i even learn things like this...? the reason i started getting into serial killer stuff is because i seen the movie, "Dear Mr. Gacy" about john wayne gacy.  i was totally into it and wanted to know like everything about serial killers.. which i now know a lot about.


i literally sat on my butt and read stories on TrueTV in the crime library for HOURS on end.  i watched re enactment movies on john wayne gacy, ted bundy, and jeffrey dahmer.  


i know that john wayne gacy had 8 unidentified victims from when the bodies were brought out and one was identified in november 2011 after missing for 30 years.


it's a sick yet fascinating thing.  i'm not saying i support serial killers by any means, but i'm definitely interested in how their mind works and what they do.  some of them are just normal people who spiraled out of control.  


plus i'm obsessed with saw.. i could probably sit there and recite each movie to you.  not even joking.... i know, it's awful.  but that's things that interest me.  i like to know how the criminal mind works.  i think it's just the part of not knowing why that makes me want to learn why.  saw is interesting because you have to pay attention.  you have to make sure you listen and understand every little hint and clue, or else you'll never know what's going on.  


i think i'm kind of crazy. but i love it.

mazel be in high school

hi hi hi hi :)

look who it is! .. if you haven't guessed yet, it's me. 
it's been sooooo long since i've even paid any attention to this blogger... hahaha, i'm pathetic. busy with high school & a job and such i guess.  good year, getting rid of the bad and on with the gooood. dropped some friends, gained some new ones. 

high school isn't AT ALL how anyone made it seem. to you teachers who tried to tell us: you were wrong. lololol. we have so much more freedom here, it's insane. music in class is like the best thing ever. bring your ipod's, childrennn! lovin' it. and if you're in lifeworks, you get things done real fast and you can blog like me! :) because we classy in huuuur. 

and in high school, make the right friends and you get to go to subway at lunch. it's fantastic, not gonna lie.  we have super great teachers, too! i mean.. sometimes.   but yea, math is really really hard. you will NOT be prepared for this.  you have no idea. every other subject i have over 75%... except math.  :(  the down side of being duuuumb.


science is great though! i love it. and every other class i have this semester is super easy.  like simple.  plus it's almost christmas break :)  only 4 more days of classes and then donnnne for like 2 weeks. but i get to go to punta cana so i'm livin' the good life :b  puuumped. we have beds on the beach.


beds. on. the. beach.


craziness. oh, and i went to we day in winnipeg! which was reallyreally great! such a good time.  


soo ya, just thought i'd type a little something. 


loveeee :)

Gotta Love Canada...

Okay, so, I love living in Canada.  I'm kidding, I hate it.  It is April 29 today and it is a dang BLIZZARDDDD outside.  REALLLLY?!  Why?  It's been like, seven months of winter up in here.  Are you kidding me?  It was plus ten at least yesterday, annnnnd today it's into the minus'.  OH MY GOOD LORD.  Absolutely ridiculous.  Thank you, Canada, for bringing out the mitts again.  Appreciate it. ♥  Just kidding, I hate you, Canada. :$

Things I Absolutely Hate(:

-I absolutely HATE when people deny things that EVERYONE else knows is true.  It is really annoying. 
-I hate it when people pretend they like you, but they really don't.  Just say it, it's not like I care anyways.
-I hate it when people you don't even like, think you're best friends.  Back up, thanks. 
-I hate it when people say, "cool story bro" when you just explained something and totally owned them.  Like, I know you're jealous.  Don't even say anything. 
-I hate it when people say "owned" or "pwned", pretty sure you don't know what a pwn is. 
-I hate it when people talk about Disney movies like they actually like them just to be cool.  Shut up.
-I hate it when people try to get in your business and pretend that they understand.  YOU DON'T, get over it. 
-I hate it when people pretend they know your best friend or your boyfriend and say that they're as useless as pocket lint.  You don't know them.  Shut your mouth.
-I hate it when people think they're the coolest and their reply to everything is "good comeback".  I used that when I was five. 
-I hate it when people drag out the words "ohhhh myyyy goddddd."   Chill, it's not his fault. 
-I hate it when people push religion on you and since you're a "non-believer" they find it necessary to talk as much about Jesus as possible.  Like legit, no one even cares if I grow into a tree after I die.  
-I hate it when people say you should have children to "carry your family name".  I've got siblings. 
-I hate when you're driving down the road in your vehicle and people just stare at you.  Like, look away.
-I hate it when people constantly say "that's what she said".  I don't care what she said.
-I hate it when people say "are you on crack?!" Yes, maybe I am on crack.
-I hate it when people quote Rebecca Black every Friday, no one cares anymore. Shut up. 

Jigsaw: Three's A Crowd

"Hello, can anybody hear me?  Hello?"  the man yelled. 


Ashlyn could hear him from the basement.  She had to be there, watching the monitors.  She needed to see if he was playing by the rules.  She remembered John saying, "It's not a big game, but the outcome will be more important than you may realize."


The man was feeling around.  Ashlyn could see his eyes, they were sewn shut.  He had no use of his sight, it would naturally be altered forever.


His struggling was getting more intense.  Ashlyn didn't want to see him lose, but she knew she couldn't help him.


Finally he hit the button on the wall.  The television in the corner of the room proceeded to come on. 


"Hello Detective Jenkins, I want to play a game.  You've ruined and deceived at your workplace and home.  The luxurious life you live is sure to make you feel safe and secure.  Right now your eyes are sewn shut, you need to play the game without sight.  What you need to do is move four paces to the right and two paces forward.  There's a glass of hydrofluoric acid that you might feel.  It has a key in it, the key to your freedom.  The only problem is that there's no guarantee that you won't be hurt.  If you get the key within two minutes, you will be able to unlock the door beside you.  If not, the door will be locked and this room will forever be your tomb.  Hurry, time is running out.  Let the game begin."


When he heard the voice shut off, he went the correct amount of paces toward the jar.  Ashlyn was worried, she didn't want to watch, but she knew she had to report back to John.


The detective was quickly aware how uneasy it'd be to get the key once he stuck his hand into the jar. 


"I guess he doesn't know what hydrofluoric acid is,"  Ashlyn thought to herself.


He tried again and grasped the key.  His hand was bleeding, Ashlyn was in pain just watching him.  He grabbed the key and took it to the door.


He was yelling out, "Help me, help me," softer and softer each time.


Detective Jenkins unlocked the door before the timer went off.  Ashlyn was happy, he won.  The detective was now inside a safe that was built in on the other side of the door.  It was a sort of elevator, it took him up to the top floor so Ashlyn could meet him.


"Detective Jenkins?"  Ashlyn asked.


"Hello?"  he sobbed. 


His eyes were bleeding and his hands were rugged and burnt off from the acid.


"I'm here to help you, there's just one thing I need,"  Ashlyn said, carefully trying to keep calm.


"Yes?"  he asked, putting his hands softly to his eyes.


"I need your immunity,"  Ashlyn said, staring down at him.


"Why?"  he asked.


"No questions, I need a yes or no.  I know what you've done, detective.  Take John and I in and there will be trouble for you, I promise.  Do we have an agreement?"


"Deal."


Ashlyn didn't know how to take out the stitches that held his eyes together, but she did her best.  She probably hurt him a little more than necessary.  His eyes were bloody and gross, but she cleaned them up as best she could.


Once she was done, she took him back to the shop, where John was waiting to hear about the game.

"Congratulations, detective.  You've been reborn, you've restarted.  You now have the chance to cherish your life as you should have done before.  Right now you could take the time to bring Ashlyn and I into the police station, but I don't think you want to do that," John said, carefully eying the detectives eyes.

"Why shouldn't I take you in?"  Detective Jenkins asked eagerly.

"I know you, detective.  We know you.  If you bring us in, the game wouldn't have worked.  You see, I know what you did to all those people.  You used your job to blackmail and torment people for your own sick game.  Bring me down," he laughed, "and you're going down with me."

The detective looked quite stunned, he didn't think anyone knew.  He never told anyone.  He couldn't take them in.  If he even thought about it, his life, his career, it'd all be over.

"We'll be seeing you around, detective,"  John smiled.

Detective Jenkins headed down the hallway to the wooden doors that awaited his capture.  He went home.

"The next game's being played downstairs.  I don't think it's started yet, you need to watch this one closely, Ashlyn.  This one's all on the detective,"  John said, walking into a dark room, where he'd be sleeping.

Ashlyn went over to the full desk of monitors.  They were all different rooms.  The game hadn't started yet, everyone was still on the ground.  They all looked to be varying ages.

Ashlyn seemed confused.  This game was all on the detective, John said.  She wondered how it was all on him, he just played his game.  She'd find out soon enough.


"Help, help me!"  Kacee yelled.


She looked around and saw everyone else groggy and starting to wake up.


"Who the hell are you?"  Jack asked, rubbing his eyes and looking around.


"Kacee, thanks for asking,"  she said, sitting up.

That's when everyone else started getting up and asking questions.


"Where are we?"


"Is somebody there?"


"Who did this?"


It was non-stop noise.  Finally someone chirped in.


"It's a game,"  Lacey said, legs tucked in to her chin.


Lacey was a cute girl.  At fourteen years old she'd been through a lot that no one knew about.  There was another not so good thing about her, but she wasn't about to tell everyone in that room.


"How do you know?"  Kacee asked, staring at her.  Lacey almost felt the daggers.


"Do none of you watch the news?  The cops are looking for this Jigsaw guy that's setting these traps.  It's supposed to help you cherish your life,"  Lacey said, slightly grinning at the end.


The others were stunned to learn about her knowledge to the Jigsaw murders.  Or, not murders, according to John.


"Let's learn names really quick, there's eight of us in here.  Starting with you,"  Kacee said, pointing at Lacey.


"I'm Lacey,"  she said, shooting daggers back at Kacee.


"I'm Kacee,"  the petit, blue eyed, blond haired girl said.


"I'm Jack,"  the older looking man said with no emotion.


"AJ,"  the teenage, African American boy said.


"I am Kailyn,"  she dragged out the "n"'s at the end of her name, they all thought it was rather annoying.


"Roger,"  the over weight man in the corner said, he looked to be around twenty years old.


"Myles,"  the other African American teenager said.


"Last but not least, I'm Maci,"  she said with a slight turn of her head which made her ginger hair look even cuter.

hey rebecca black, apparently it's friday..

Okay, so if you haven't seen this video, make sure you watch my attached link before you read this.  Pay attention to the video and the lyrics.

Okay now, this video starts out where a calendar comes up with this girls annoying face in some cheap Windows Movie Maker effect, and she's singing her little harmonies while the calender flips through the days of the week.  Sunday: STUDY STUDY STUDY. Uhm, pretty sure normal kids do that, quit complaining.  Monday: TEST TODAY.  Ooh, exciting.  Tuesday: MORE HOMEWORK.  Awh, Rebecca.  Life's rough, eh?  Wednesday: MUSIC PRACTICE.  Congrats.  Thursday: ESSAY ONE.  WOOHHOOOO.  Friday: HOORAY, YES, FINALLY.  Too bad no one cares. 

Okay so now it's 7 am, not 6:59, not 7:01, just 7.  She wakes up with her curly hair and then she's gotta go downstairs and gotta get fresh.  So she rolls herself down the stairs and her hair is MAGICALLY straightened and she just looks great... Now she's standing downstairs and she's gotta have her bowl, gotta have cereal.  Which kind, Rice Krispies?  I don't know!  Then everyone behind her is rushing like they actually have to be somewhere and she's just standing around singing.  Her mom's probably like, "REBECCA, GET TO SCHOOL!"  Kids these days... Then she heads down to the bus stop, gotta catch her bus.  Now, I think the point of a bus stop is to get on the bus, but oh no, Rebecca Black taught me different.  Her 12 year old friends come rolling up in their Convertible, which I'm pretty sure the munchkin driving can't reach the pedals in the car, but anyways.  She stands there AT THE BUS STOP trying to figure out which seat she's going to sit in, in a car full of four people and five seats.  REBECCA, THERE'S ONLY ONE SEAT LEFT.  Then she finally gets in the car and she gets to the most annoying chorus ever sang.

IT'S FRIED EGGS, FRIED EGGS, GOTTA GET DOWN ON FRIED EGGS.  EVERYBODY'S LOOKIN' FORWARD TO THE WEEKEND, WEEKEND.  FRIED EGGS, FRIED EGGS, GETTIN' DOWN ON FRIED EGGS, EVERYBODY'S LOOKIN' FORWARD TO THE WEEKEND. 

SERIOUSLY?! 

Then all the kids are chillin' in the car with their seat belts off, they've all switched seats as you can see.  Now she's sitting ON THE BACK, not even IN THE CAR.  Can somebody please explain to me what her dilemma was with picking a seat in the car before, NOW SHE'S NOT EVEN SITTING IN THE SEAT.  Obviously this video is not teaching kids safe driving.  Her friends that are sitting in the back with her both look like they want to throw themselves into moving traffic, to be honest.  They're all dancing awkwardly and flipping their hair beside her with their annoying facial expressions.  Then she says, "My friend is on my right, eh,"  like, ouch.  That's kind of a stab to the girl on the left, don'tcha think?   Then she says, "I got this, you got this,"  uhm, no Rebecca, I don't got this. 

Then she gets to the chorus and it's at this party she was waiting for all week!  So her and all her little 12 year old friends roll up in their sport cars to this great party they're having on FRIDAYY FRIDAAAYY!  Okay, I'm the same age as her and I'm pretty sure the only party she's invited to is one where they'll be watching Disney movies and being supervised by parents. 

So she arrives and pretends everyone there is her friend but they're all there going, "Who is that and why is she saying Friday so much?"  She looks SO uncomfortable the entire time she's singing.  By the way, the people who picked the make up for this video, YOU SUCK.  Her eyes looked like a smurf threw up on them.  Then everyone at the party joins in with her singing saying, "YEA!"  How nice. 

Then she gets to the most educational part of the song:

Yesterday was Thursday.  Today is Friday.  We we we so excited.  We so excited.  We gonna have a ball today.  Tomorrow is Saturday and Sunday comes afterwards.  I don't want this weekend to end.

Really, do you think we're all that stupid that we don't know the days of the week?  Clearly her school needs to work on her grammer a little bit if she keeps saying "We so excited,"  and she sounds like she's got a bit of a stuttering problem.

Then this creepy rapper that NO ONE has ever heard of just pops up driving in his car with his awesome watch on talking about which seat to sit in.  NO!  You do not talk about things like this with 12 year old little girls.  No, just no.  Then he talks about how he sees the school bus.  Buddy, you need some friends if all you do is follow around school buses... or some help. 

Then she's on a stage singing about how it's FRIED EGGS FRIED EGGS and then she stops... and everyone claps.


Okay, I know Rebecca Black is only like 13, but really, this song is the most annoying thing I've EVER heard.  I'm not trying to be mean, really, but there's only so much you can take. 

Jigsaw: One Step Forward, Two Steps Back

Ashlyn walked down the long corridor to a staircase, the staircase to her freedom.  As she climbed each step, one by one, she felt her heartbeat slow, she finally realized she was okay. 


She was at the last few steps when the latch to get upstairs opened, a man was standing there.  He had a black robe on, it was red and silk inside, he looked to be old.  His hair was graying and it had white tinges, in one way he looked to be quite handsome, honestly.


"Hello, Ashlyn, my name's John,"  he smiled, sweetly.

"I remember you, from the first time I played,"  Ashlyn said, inching back a little bit from John.

"No need to be afraid, Ashlyn, I helped you.  If you continue to cherish your life, like you did in there,"  he pointed down the stairs,
"you'll never be tested again.  I promise."

Ashlyn's close were torn and wet, she was still bleeding from the saw blades and she was ready to curl up and die.  John, however, had other plans.

"Ashlyn, come in.  You're going to help me, now, as I helped you.  I can see that you understand how the game works, as you won.  Keylie and Shelbi will be playing another game because they both clearly didn't do as they were told,"  at the mention of Keylie and Shelbi, Ashlyn's eyes perked up.

"Is it possible for them to win?"  Ashlyn asked, pleading with her eyes.

"Ashlyn, it's always possible.  Everyone deserves a chance, my dear.  You did very good, now we're going to help them.  Right now they're in that bathroom, you listened to that secret tape as soon as you left the saw blades,"  John said.

Ashlyn thought back to it.

"Hello Ashlyn, if you've made it this far, you've already almost won.  I need you to be strong, stronger than them.  If you're the smart girl that I know you are, you've pocketed everything this far, thus you can win.  Shelbi and Keylie are probably extremely disoriented and in a lot of pain right now.  All you have to do is take them down the hallway, the door looks like a wall, but it slides, then secure them with the chains connected on opposite sides of the bathroom.  All the tools they need are in your posession, empty them in the toilet.  They need to find their own way out.  Once you're done, secure the door and make your way down the corridor.  Congratulations, Ashlyn."

"Okay, I'll help you,"  she said, walking up the final four steps and into what is going to become her home.

"I need your word that you will never breath any of this to anyone, do we have a deal?" 

"Yes."

John took Ashlyn over to a desk on the far side of the large four-walled room.  There was a first-aid kit and some paroxide waiting for them.

"Hold your breath,"  John said, pouring the paroxide on to a piece of paper towel and rubbing it down Ashlyn's wounds.

"That's it, easy now,"  John handed the paper towel to Ashlyn and grabbed a tenser bandage for her arm.

"Thank you,"  Ashlyn said, giving him a slight smile.

"Now,"  John started, "these are the cameras we need to see if Keylie and Shelbi are playing the game correctly.  If all goes well, they should be done in about thirty minutes.  If they don't finish in time, the toxins seeping through their blood will kill them."

"Is there any way I can help them?"  Ashlyn asked, feeling a tear fall down her face.

John put his arm around her, "Ashlyn, they need to help themselves."

"John, if they die, can't you get charged with murder?"

"Ashlyn, killing is distasteful.  I've never killed anyone in my life.  They choose to live or die, not me."

Ashlyn looked at the moniters intently and prayed that Keylie and Shelbi would figure a way out. 

"Look, Ashlyn.  They're coming to life, you need to watch this, I need to go take my medication,"  John coughed.

Ashlyn looked down at the screen.  She could hear them starting to talk.

"Ashlyn... Keylie?"  Shelbi started.  She opened her eyes and couldn't see through the darkness.

"Shelbi, is that you?"  Keylie said, weakly.

"Where's Ashlyn?"  Shelbi asked, sitting up a little bit straighter.

Ashlyn started to get scared at the mention of her name.

"Wait, if we're in the same room, I can get the lights,"  Keylie said, getting to her feet and turning the switch, "ouch, there's something on my feet!"

Shelbi and Keylie both glanced down at the same time, seeing for the first time the chains that could make or break their chance to live.

"We need to get out of here,"  Shelbi cried.

"Wait, check the walls.  Try pulling out all the bricks, there was something hidden in there before,"  Keylie started to cough into her hands a little bit.  Blood.  "We need to hurry."

They were both doing their best to find something, anything they could.  Suddenly, Shelbi got something.

"I found something,"  she yelled, pulling out a brown box with a lock on it.

"It's locked, we need a key,"  Keylie said, looking around.

"We've both got toilets, could this just be something sick someone planned or could we actually find something in them?"  Shelbi contemplated. 

"It's worth a shot.  Got your tetanus?"  Keylie asked with a slight grin,

They both started digging in their toilets, failing to notice the saws in the middle of the room.

"I got something!"  Shelbi said, holding up a scalpel and two keys.

She tried them both on the safe, one worked.  She looked inside, not surprised to find a tape player. 

"Hey, I found something, too,"  Keylie said, holding up two tapes with LIVE and DIE written on them seperately.

"Here, throw me the tapes, I don't want to wreck the player,"  Shelbi said, urging Keylie with hand signals.

Meanwhile, Ashlyn was still watching them in terror.  They only had fifteen minutes left.

Shelbi got the tapes and put the one that said LIVE in first.

"Hello Shelbi and Keylie, I bet you're wondering why you're still here.  I'll tell you why, you didn't listen to the rules.  You both had something I told you to do and you didn't do it.  To win this game you need to use what you've got there in the middle of the room.  Or you could share the scalpel that Shelbi is probably cleverly hiding from you, Keylie.  Live or die, make your choice."

"You've got a scalpel?"  Keylie asked, angrily.

"Yea, how's that going to help?"  Shelbi asked, determined not to give it to her.

"Whatever, play the next tape,"  Keylie said, glaring at Shelbi.

Shelbi put the DIE tape in and pressed play.

"Hello Shelbi and Keylie, by now you've learned the rules, you need to abide by them.  You cannot win this game by doing what you want to.  There's a deadly toxin seeping into your blood right now, the only way to live is to get out of your chains and find the antidote that's hidden.  Here's a tip, the antidote is not in this room.  Live or die, make your choice."

As soon as the tape shut off, Shelbi grabbed a saw from the middle of the room and stared at it.

Ashlyn was praying for their lives.  She looked at the clock.  Five minutes.

Shelbi took her bandana off and tied it tightly just above the chain.

Keylie was tugging at hers across the room, but never even noticed what Shelbi was doing. 

Shelbi started sawing and screaming, that got Keylie's attention.

Keylie became frantic, "No Shelbi, you don't have to do this!  Don't let him win, Shelbi!  We can do this, come on!" 

Shelbi just kept on cutting.  She got to the bone and did her best to break it.  She was finally able to fit her foot through the chain that was keeping her there. 

Keylie was bawling and unable to look at Shelbi for the fear of what was about to come. 

Shelbi walked right over to Keylie and said, "I'm so sorry."

Then Shelbi repeatedly entered the scalpel into the same wound in Keylie.  Keylie was crying and thrashing, but she knew she wouldn't live anyway.  Shelbi saw it as the only way out.  Or so her tape said.  No one was aware that Shelbi had heard her tape before the other two woke up.

"Hello Shelbi, do you know why you're here?  Well I'll tell you.  You're a junkie and you need to stop.  You haven't cherished your life and you've got your children taken away due to your recent loss of cash.  You've started selling your body for money when you could easily go back to high school and get your diploma.  Shelbi, to win this game you're going to need to hurt someone who's been hurting you.  Keylie and Ashlyn are in this room with you.  To get out of this, you're going to need to eliminate the competition.  Live or die, Shelbi.  Make your choice."

Keylie stopped struggling and Shelbi was frantic to get out.  She took the other key and headed to the door.

Ashlyn was watching, crying because of what she just witnessed, "Why?"

"Ashlyn, it's a game.  It's not your fault they didn't play by the rules,"  he carefully embraced her.

Shelbi was halfway to the door when she started coughing extremely hard.  She couldn't get up.  She was coughing up blood.  Then her nose started to bleed.  Slightly at first, then harder.

There was no way Shelbi was going to make it.  They both lost.

Ashlyn started crying and kissed the cross she carried around her neck. 

"What happens now?"  she asked, sobbing still.

"We're going to leave it, I have other plans for that.  I need you to go get the tapes and the tape player,"  John said urging her on.

Ashlyn made her way down the corridor into the room where her two friends lay, dead.  Ashlyn ripped her cross off her neck and laid it on Keylie's body.  She then grabbed the tapes and tape player and pocketed them.  She walked out to John standing at the sliding door.

"What now?"  Ashlyn asked, averting her eyes from the gruesome scene in front of her.

"Right now I've got a man in a house down the street ready to start his game.  Everything's set up, you just need to watch the moniter,"  John said sliding the door closed, "Game over."

Jigsaw

    “Hello, is anyone there?” Ashlyn yelled, her sound bouncing off the walls in the room that contained her.
    “Ashlyn, is that you?” Keylie yelled out.
    “Keylie, thank God!  How did we get here?  Is there a light?” Ashlyn yelled, upset to find out that she wasn't the only one in the room.  There was more than one person in this coffin.
    “I don’t know, Ash.  We’ll figure it out, just feel the walls, we need to find a light,” Keylie said, standing on her feet, to find her legs quite weak, but she wasn’t about to give up.
   
    Keylie wasn’t a really big girl, at 5’ she was 110 pounds soaking wet with straight dark brown hair to just below her chest.  She had beautiful facial features, a cute little button nose and big sky blue eyes, needless to say, she could get any guy she so desired.  Ashlyn, on the other hand, was hour glass figured, about 5’6, but didn’t have a whole lot of style and never made her body work, at all.  She had shoulder length blond hair, which was the most noticeable and obvious thing about her.  Her face was cute, she didn’t stick out in a crowd, but if she was with the right people, she’d get noticed.

    Suddenly the bright lights came on, Keylie and Ashlyn both quickly covered their eyes.  The room was grungy and dirty looking, it actually looked a lot like a bathroom, kind of like the one you see when you’re on a road trip and you stop at that one gas station in the middle of nowhere because you really have to pee.

    “Why the hell are we in a bathroom?” Ashlyn asked with a puzzled look on her face.
    “Who knows.  Um, I don’t see how necessary it is to have chains on our ankles.  Ugh, this is a total disaster.  We need to figure out a way out of here, fast,” Keylie said putting her head in her hands.
    “Well I’m sure we could figure it out if we knew why we were even here!” Ashlyn yelled, frustrated.
    “Ash, calm down.  We need to figure something out.  Dig in all your pockets, see if you can find anything.”

    Pulling their pockets inside out, they both found tapes.  Both saying their names, it was unmistakable.  

    “Ashlyn, how do we play these?”  Keylie asked, looking around for some sort of clue.
    “If I knew do you think I’d still be looking?  Wait, is that blood?!”  Jacey said, backing up to the wall.
    “Whoa, that’s messed.  Look, do you see that?”  Keylie asked, looking disgusted yet interested.
    “No, what?”  Ashlyn said, moving closer.
    “Look Ashlyn," Keylie said looking closer, “he’s got a tape player.”
    “Keylie, take off your jacket and see if you can reach it.”
    “Okay, I’ll try.”

    Keylie remarkably got the tape.

    “I’m playing mine first,”  Keylie said, giving Ashlyn the biggest glare ever.
    Ashlyn just snarled and kept her mouth shut.

    “Hello Keylie, I want to play a game.  There’s someone in the bath tub next to you, her name is Shelbi.  You’ve been friends for years, even knowing the horrible things she does.  You’ve got involved with her throughout the years and it’s time to pay for your sins.  You’ve been a junkie for five months now, I think it’s time you kick the habit that’s been controlling your life.  But shh, don’t tell Shelbi, the key you need to win the game is in her stomach.  She’s your strategy, keep her until the clock ticks down and then you need to crush her.  The key you need to start your game lies beneath the heart.  Let the game begin.”

    Keylie started walking over to Shelbi when Ashlyn interrupted, “Hey!  Don’t wake her up yet, you heard the tape.  I need to hear mine, we can’t let her know about this.  You heard him, it’s her or us.  It’s a game.”

    Keylie started softly sobbing as she threw the tape player over to Ashlyn.

    “Hello Ashlyn, I want to play a game.  For years you’ve been deceiving and lying to people who trust you the most, now it’s time for you to take the ultimate test.  The two girls in the room with you don’t know your secret, nor do they have to find out.  Use this to your advantage, the smartest comes out on top.  If you don’t figure out the meaning of life, you won’t come out of this alive.  Cherish your life, Ashlyn.  Let the game begin.”

    Keylie took her face out from behind her hands, “You’ve got a secret?”
    “It’s not important,”  Ashlyn replied, feeling up the wall.
    “What’re you doing?”  Keylie asked, with a puzzled look on her face.
    “Looking for a key to get out of this room,”  Ashlyn replied, still focused on the walls.
    “He said the key to get out of here lies beneath the heart, look,”  Keylie said, pointing towards the floor.

On the floor was a heart painted in black, it wasn’t quite dry, it looked like fresh paint.

“I’ll get the key, wake Shelbi up,”  Ashlyn said, moving fast.

Keylie walked over to Shelbi and shook her gently, “Wake up, Shelbi, wake up, please wake up.”

“What?  Whoa!”  Shelbi started thrashing in the shallow water that was her prison.

“It’s okay, it’s just me, Keylie,”  she said, trying to comfort her.

“Here,”  Ashlyn said handing the key to Keylie, “you’re going to need this if you want your chains undone.”

Ashlyn had already freed herself and was searching for a way out.  

“Wait, don’t get rid of that key, we’re going to need it,”  Ashlyn said, rattling a blue, wooden door with a latch on it.

Once Keylie got Shelbi out of the tub and herself unhooked, she passed the key on to Ashlyn so she could unlatch the door.

“It’s a different lock,”  Jacey said, frustrated, “wait, wait, turn off the lights!”

Shelbi pulled down the light switch and big bold letters written in glow-in-the-dark paint lighted up on the wall.  They read “CHERISH YOUR LIFE.”

   
    Ashlyn quickly turned the lights back on and started trying to grasp the bricks in the wall to find a key.  

    “I got it!”  Ashlyn said, pulling a brick out and grabbing the key.
    “Let’s get out of here and do this thing before something bad happens,”  Shelbi said, putting her fists in the sleeves of her Reebok sweater and holding them tightly.

    Ashlyn swiftly unlatched the door and put the lock in her pocket.  It took a little bit of a push to open the door, and when they walked in they realized why.
    Their push set off a ten minute timer and a TV in the corner of the dark, four walled room.  All they could see was nails in glass jars which looked to be connected to the timer, in other words, they were nail bombs.

    “Look,”  Keylie said, pointing at the TV which quickly cleared from static to the scariest face they’d ever seen.  It looked to be a puppet with a black suit and red bow tie on, but it’s hair was matted and there were little bright red swirls on its cheeks.

    “Hello Keylie, Ashlyn and Shelbi.  I want to play a game.  This room can either be your deathbed or it can be your savior, but you won’t learn that until you play this game.  There is a man at the corner of your room with an X on his stomach, you need to take the scalpel on the floor next to him and dig until you find a key.  If you find the key you have to find the door to use it on.  But hurry, once the timer goes off, so will all those bombs and you’ll never get out.  Let the game begin.”

    They all looked at each other, searching for help.  

    “Okay, wait, we need to figure this out,”  Shelbi said, looking scared as always.
    “No, we need to do this,”  Ashlyn said, running over to the guy on the floor, picking up the scalpel.
    “Ash don’t!”  Keylie yelled, covering her eyes.

    Ashlyn impaled him with the scalpel and starting cutting a large hole in his stomach.  She looked back at the timer, five minutes left.

    Keylie and Shelbi were standing in another corner, bawling, but Ashlyn soon found the key and wiped it off on her pants.  She pocketed the scalpel without the other two seeing.

    “Hurry up and find a damn door,”  Ashlyn said, feeling the walls up and down.
    “Wait,”  Keylie said, lifting up the rug that laid daintily on the floor, “here’s a door, hurry Ashlyn!”

    Ashlyn unlocked the door with forty seconds to spare and they hurried down the stairs and latched the door quickly again.

    “Ow, I got a sliver!”  Shelbi yelled, quickly putting her thumb in her mouth.
    “Suck it up, Shelbi, we could’ve been dead in there, get over yourself,”  Ashlyn said, getting mad.

    Shelbi just rolled her eyes in reply.  

    “What’re we going to do?”  Keylie asked, looking down the winding hallways.
    “We’re going to go down this hallway and play our next game, unless you’d rather die,”  Ashlyn said, eyeing up and down the hallways.
    “This one,”  Shelbi said pointing to their left, “it’s different than the other two hallways, it’s got a light.”

    They all started down the hallway until they came to a steel door with “ONE STEP CLOSER” written on it in red spray paint.

    “I guess we’re one step closer,”  Ashlyn said, opening the door.

    This room was carpeted from top to bottom with three saw blades connected to a timer that wasn’t yet set off.

    “Nobody...”  Ashlyn’s words were interrupted by Keylie’s quick pacing, “move.  Oh God.”

    The five minute timer started before anyone could even say anything.  The TV in the corner of the room came on once again.  

“Hello and welcome, you’re now one step closer to freedom.  In this part of your game, you all need to let something out.  In your case, it’s going to be blood.  Once you start those saw blades, you’re all going to need to give two pints of blood with any body part you choose.  Once the beaker is filled, the door will unlock and you can proceed to exit the room.  How much blood will you shed to stay alive?  Let the game begin.”

“Hurry!”  Ashlyn said, taking her hair bands off her arm and giving one to each of the girls to cut off as much circulation as they could.

“Just use your arms!”  Shelbi said, hurrying to pull up her sleeve.

As the clock ticked down, they were hurrying to get up the courage to put their arms on the saw blades.  

“3...”  Ashlyn started, “2... 1!”  

As soon as Ashlyn said one, all three put their arms in the saw blades.

“Oh my God... oh my God!”  Keylie screamed in agony.

“Just keep your arm in there, stay there, don’t give up!”  Ashlyn yelled.

They finally heard the locks open on the door as Shelbi and Keylie fell to the ground, Jacey was on her knees, sobbing.

“Come on guys, we have to go,”  Ashlyn said, trying to get to her feet.  

Ashlyn helped Shelbi and Keylie to their feet, dragging herself and them to the next game.  They went down a dark corridor which went to what seemed to be a dead end.  A solid wall.

Shelbi and Keylie were still extremely weak and Ashlyn was carrying each on an arm, little did they know that Ashlyn knew exactly what to do.

She grabbed the end of the wall and pulled it sideways, revealing a dirty bathroom, quite like the one that they started in.  In fact, it was the one that they started in, except no doors, no tape player, no nothing.  Just toilets and things out of the toilets, all over the walls.

“What are you doing?”  Keylie asked weakly.  The walls were spinning and she could hardly recognize anything.

Ashlyn brought them both into the room and set them down.  She hooked Keylie up to a chain that was secured with a lock, and didn’t give her the key.  Then she took Shelbi to the other side and put a chain around her ankle.  Then she took the scalpel and keys she gathered from the start and set them in one of the toilets.

Keylie and Shelbi were too disoriented to realize anything except that they’d been chained up.  The room was dark, so they couldn’t see when Ashlyn put everything they needed in the toilet.  

Shelbi and Keylie were both weakly crying out for help, thinking Ashlyn was still going to rescue them.  Ashlyn quickly pulled two saws out of the back of the toilet and threw them in the middle of the room.  As she got the saws, she also got a tape, she put it in the recorder and pressed play.

“Hello Ashlyn, if you’re listening to this tape, you’ve won your game.  You played this game the way I told you to, and you’ve been rehabilitated for the second time.  I bet Keylie and Shelbi weren’t aware that you played before and you knew exactly what to do and where to find everything.  You’ve finally learned how to cherish your life, Ashlyn.  Now, start their game before it’s too late.  Make sure you don’t forget anything.”

As it ended, Ashlyn took her tape and put the recorder in the safe hidden in the wall.  Then she took one last look in the room and tried to imagine what was to come from the next game.

With that, she shut the door and said, “Game over.”