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.

Growing In The Woods

Jadon felt the sun shining down on his shoulders while he sat happily by the stream. It was a perfect sunny day and luckily he was spending it with Emily. Then, all at once Emily pointed at the water. 

“Look Jadon!” Emily exclaimed, “It is a swimming herd of squirrels.”

"No baby, I think that's just the marijuana working in your favor,"  Jadon laughed.  

"Oh,"  Emily laid her head on Jadon's shoulder and giggled.  

Emily's a fourteen year old girl.  She's very cute with her long black hair and bright blue eyes.  She looked to be about 115 pounds soaking wet and she was a short, about 5'O and had extremely beautiful facial features.

Jadon's mother is African American and his dad is Caucasian, except his parent's split because she figured out that she was more happy with a woman.  So Jadon lived with his two mom's until he was seventeen and he hasn't seen his dad since he was two.  Jadon was darker in color, and had bright green eyes.  He was an extremely good looking guy, but he was the "bad boy" type.  He's been dealing and doing dope since he was twelve years old.  Jadon's now eighteen years old and living in a small town in Texas all by himself. 

"Is it wearing off yet, babe?"  Jadon asked, putting his hand softly on her face. 

"Yea babe, I think so.  Do you think I could stay with you tonight?"  Emily asked, averting her eyes as if she was scared of the reply.

He took her face in his hands and softly kissed her, "Of course, honey."

He stood up slowly, stretching out his legs and back, and then he took Emily's hand and pulled her up.

"You want to stop by your house and pick up some clothes?"  Jadon asked, grabbing her hand as they walked through the still park, past the stream.

"My dad will literally kill me if he knows I'm staying with you, I'll just skip school tomorrow,"  Emily said, smiling up at him. 

"Okay baby, whatever you say,"  Jadon said, kissing her on the cheek. 

They walked in silence a little longer, until coming to a forked path through the woods.  Jadon had to live in the woods with a little clearing around his house because he had a grow op in his shed and the plants needed some daylight. 

Jadon's house was quite large, to be honest.  It was all white and had red trim and shingles.  It was a two story home, plus a basement and an attic.  Oh, and the shed where he was growing his marijuana.  He had a lot of money, but he wouldn't explain to Emily the reason he wouldn't spend it.  She wouldn't really understand, she was only fourteen. 

Jadon unlocked the door and they both walked in to the dark house.  Their was shutters covering all the windows, except when we were home, so the rare plants that were inside could get some light.  

"It looks good in here, babe,"  Emily said, smiling as she set her purse down on his purple, velvet couch.  

"Thanks, honey,"  he said, smiling as he grabbed a blanket from his closet.


"Can we watch movies?"  Emily asked, her blue eyes beaming with anticipation.


"Yea, babe.  I've got a ton, go look in that folder beside the chair,"  he pointed to a big binder full of DVD's he illegally downloaded off the internet.  Rebel.


Emily picked a couple movies for them to settle down and watch cuddled up on the couch.


"What'd you pick?"  Jadon asked intently. 


"Cabin Fever, Saw, Nightmare On Elm Street and Kujo,"  Emily said, patting the seat beside her on the couch to signal Jadon to sit down.


He strolled over beside the couch, picking up his extremely pregnant cat to come cuddle with them since she was being extremely loving since she got pregnant.


***

Jadon woke up.  4:27 a.m.  He got up off the couch and went to the kitchen to get some water and head up to his own bed.

"Babe, is that you?"  Emily said, rather tiredly.


"Yea, it's me, Em.  Want to come up to bed, honey?"  Jadon asked, walking over to the couch to sit on the edge.


"Carry me?"  she asked in a childish voice.


"Okay, baby,"  Jadon said, picking her up off the couch to take her upstairs.


She was fast asleep by the time he laid her down in bed.


Jadon tossed and turned all night, though.  He couldn't bear what was to come.  He didn't want Emily to find out about him.  He didn't think she needed the stress of it, with her home life.  Her dad was so mean to her and her mom didn't even care.  He knew she wanted to stay with him, and he wanted her to, also.  "Tomorrow I'll ask her," he thought.


***


"Good morning, sleepyhead,"  Emily said, leaning over him, her black hair put into a long braid to the right side of her perfect body.


"Good morning to you, too,"  Jadon said with a sly grin on his face.


She leaned down and gave him a romantic kiss.  She quickly stood up and put her bright red hoodie on.


"It really accents her blue eyes,"  Jadon thought to himself.  Then he caught himself thinking something else and saying it out loud, "That's all I get?"  He winked at her.


"Oh, shut up,"  she said laughing, "maybe later."  She winked back.


"Can you make me something to eat?"  Jadon asked, pleading with his eyes.


"Pff, since when was I your maid,"  Emily laughed, running down the stairs.


She went into the fridge and grabbed some eggs, a bowl, salt, pepper and ham.  She made him the best breakfast she knew how, which probably wasn't the greatest food ever, but she tried.


"Babe?"  Jadon yelled loudly down the stairs.


"Yea?"  she shouted.


"Bring me a joint from my closet, please?"  


"Okay, with your breakfast,"  she said, smiling to herself.


She grabbed the plates and the joints from his closet and took it up to the bedroom.


"Hey, thanks honey,"  Jadon said, smiling sweetly. 


"You're welcome,"  Emily said, grinning back.


"Can you grab my lighter from my pants pocket on the floor?"  


"Yea, sure,"  she said, leaning down to grab it.  


"Maaaaaan,"  he said, exaggerating on it a little bit.


"Shut up!"  she said, throwing his lighter at him jokingly.


He lit up a joint and they both took a couple hits.  Emily was starting to get use to the feeling, she wasn't laughing as much this time.


"This is really good breakfast, Em,"  Jadon said, putting his arm around her waist.


"Thanks, Jadon,"  she said, smiling.


"Hey, I was thinking last night, I think you should move in with me,"  Jadon said, nervously approaching the subject.


"Really?  I can move in?"  Emily asked, extremely excited.


"Yea, babe.  Of course you can,"  he said, giving her a peck on the cheek.

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!"  she exclaimed, happily.

"I have to go water the marijuana, wanna come help?"  Jadon said, encouraging her.


"Nah, I think I'll just stay here and chill with Bernice for a little bit,"  Emily said, petting Bernice.


Bernice was the name of Jadon's pregnant cat.  She was due anytime and Emily didn't really want to leave her alone.  Bernice was around six years old, and he was Jadon's best friend through everything.  Sometimes Bernice even went out to his shed and helped him water his plants.


"Alright, be good Bernice,"  he said, giving her a pat on the back and running out the door.


Almost as soon as Jadon left, Bernice started going crazy and meowing.  Emily didn't know what to do, but she assumed Bernice was in labor. 




Nicholas