WARNING: Contains graphic details, violence, some band slash, drug ref, and heavy use of language.

SAW VII


Scene 1 - The Drill Chair

Ivan's POV:

"Hey!" I called out, "Help!" It seemed no one could hear me. I sighed. The room was pitch black, I couldn't see anything. But, I could feel. I slid my hands down my body, soon finding that I was bolted down into a chair. A bar was tightly across my waist, this made me believe that I was in a chair. I went to look down but soon discovered a leather strap was loosely around my neck, making that an impossible task for me. "What the fuck?" I muttered, the lights flickering on one at a time. I examined the room, blood stains danced across the walls like a work of art.

"Hello, Ivan Moody."

I immediately jerked my head to the side, "Who said that?!"

"Me." A TV turned on, grabbing my attention. It looked like it was live feed. "My name is Billy." The voice whispered, coming through a puppet with black hair and a white face with red bullseyes on each check. "I wanna play a game."

"What game?!" I cried. "Get me out of this!"

"It's simple. Really."

"Explain!" I raised my voice to him.

"Right now you are bolted in by your waist and neck to a chair. I know you can't turn your head enough to see, but there are two drills at each side of your head. There's a bowl of nails at your side, by your lap. They are bolted down into a holder – don't bother trying to tip them. Somewhere within those nails lies a key, a key that will unlock both your restraints. You'll have 20 seconds to complete this task or the nails will drill through your head. If you happen to escape you must then leave and make your way to room 410 to help another man. You will then wait to be saved by another man who will let you two out of the room to advance with him. Got it?"

"What?!" I screamed, "No!"

"Ivan, you sing about harming people and fighting in war. Prove to me you'll take back control of yourself – with your bare hands, with your knuckles."

"C'mon!"

"Your time starts now." And with that, the TV turned to static.

"No!" I screamed, listening as the drills began to spin loudly. I started to flail, attempting to pull off the harness in the process. "Fuck!" I cried, "This isn't gonna work!" I stopped freaking and stared at the bowl by my side. I let out a shaky breath and stuck my free hand into the bowl of nails. As I felt my hand around, I could feel them piercing my skin and shredding my hand to pieces. I ripped my hand out, shrieking from the pain. "God!" I groaned. I looked up at the timer, 14 seconds remaining. The drills were already half way to my skull. I dug my hand back into the nails, my body trembling as I felt for the key.
My fingers brushed past something smooth, I yanked it out of the bowl. "The key!" I cried joyfully. 8 seconds remaining. Quickly, I attempted to unlock my waist band. I almost couldn't turn the key because my hand was so crippled. Plus, since I was shaking, that didn't speed up the process much either. As I freed my waist, I immediately went for my neck's restraint. "Please!" I sobbed. The clock above the TV read 3 seconds. I could almost feel the nails spinning against my ears. My hands were now shaking more violently than before, causing me to drop the key to my lap. "No!" I lifted my head, bracing myself for the incoming pain. Suddenly, the sharp nails shot through my ear, I screamed in agony. The drills closed in on me, sinking deep into my skull. The last thing I remembered was the feel of blood trickling down my face and the sound of a doll cackling repeatedly.



Scene 2 – The Head Cube

Jacoby's POV:

I woke up. Where am I? I looked around the room, finding it hard to see. This is no place I've been before. "Hello!" I yelled, my voice echoing back to me. That's when I realized my head was incased in a see-through cube. "Huh?" I mumbled, "Guys – quit it with the jokes. Get this thing off me!" I yelled, laughing lightly.

"This is not something to be taken lightly, Mr. Shaddix." An unknown voice spat.

"Hello, who is that?" I asked, looking around the dim room. I must admit, I wasn't afraid of this cube my head was trapped in.

"Name's Billy. I'd like you to know that another man, Ivan Moody, lost his game. So, you will not be receiving any help with yours."

"What?!" I yelled, instantly regretting that. I groaned when my ears began ringing.

"Let me explain: this game is all about survival. It's not that hard. I've locked your head into a shatter resistant cube that, in thirty seconds, will begin to fill with water. You have until you drown to save yourself. If you fail, you die, obviously." The voice sighed, "Be quick and smart – one sacrifice could save your life. You need to last ten minutes then your partner will be on his way. Don't overlook his presence, however."

"Bullshit!" I growled, "I ain't playing your shitty game!"

"Whatever you say." The voice faded, the sound of water pumping through tubes the only thing I could now hear.

Soon enough, water began drizzling down into the cube. "This is a joke…" But once it was at my chin, I began to think otherwise. "Help?" I whispered, the water still rising. "Help!" I shouted this time. I couldn't think of anything that could save me. There was no key or anyway to get my head through this cube. I couldn't drink the water without dying first and I certainly couldn't hold my breath forever. What kind of sacrifice did this Billy fuck mean!? My hands, luckily, weren't held down which meant I needed to do something with them to survive. I scanned the room, finding this hard because I was forced to hold my head up or my nose and mouth would be under water. "What do you want me to do!?" I screamed, the water just touching my chin. I dug my hand into my shirt pocket; a pen was placed inside it as well as a key. I pulled the pen out and stared at it. "Huh?" I thought, "What's this for?" As I pondered the thought, I almost forgot the water was at the tip of my nose. I could no longer breathe. As the water rose to the top of my head cube, my lungs began to burn. It felt like acid was filling my lungs rather than the air I desperately needed. I looked down at the pen, an idea hitting me. I quickly began to unscrew the pen, pulled out the ink and unscrewed the cap. The spring slid out, leaving a hollow tube perfect for breathing through. I swallowed thickly, aiming the hollow tube at my throat's center. 3…2…1…the pen penetrated my throat, creating an airway. I took a short, small breath – thankful I was alive. I looked up at the clock, only 8 minutes until help comes.


Scene 3 Part 1 – The Introduction

Brian's POV:

"Hello, Synyster Gates." A man whispered.

I opened my eyes, staring up at a man with a pig mask on his face. "The fuck?"

"Please, listen carefully." The man directed, pulling me up by my knotted hair. "I have a game for you. You only have twenty-five minutes to complete all the tasks, otherwise you and all remaining victims will die of air poisoning."

"Are you high?" I mumbled, "Get off me!" I cried, attempting to kick him in the face. He then pulled out a gun and held it at my head.

"I'm not part of your game." He grinned, "You must save as many people as you can. I'm testing your ability so don't let me down. When you're finished going through my fun house, I'll meet back up with you to see how you've done. Here's a card with the first person's name and room number. Be quick." The masked man then let me go, allowing me to drop to the ice cold tiles. I went to grab his ankle to trip him but he kept his gun aimed at me. "No monkey business." He murmured, walking out the room and closing the door behind him. I stared at the card he had dropped beside me. The name on the paper was 'Matthew Tuck – room 409'.

"Matt of Bullet for My Valentine?" I wondered. I stood up weakly and began making my way out of the room, closing the door behind me. I jogged down the hallway, reaching door 409. There were the words "FACE YOUR FEARS" splattered in red paint. I took a deep breath before entering the room. I cringed as blast of cold air hit against my face and bare chest.


Scene 3 Part 2 – FACE YOUR FEARS

Matt's POV:

"Syn? Syn…is that you?" I coughed.

"Yeah, bro, h-hold on!" He cried, making his way through the frozen meat shanks hanging all around the room by hooks. When he finally reached me, he gasped. "Holy shit!"

I felt my cheeks burning, after all, I'm chained here naked. "I- I know…"

"What's the maniac done to ya?!"

"I woke up chained here. So far, I'm just freezing to death."

Brian laughed. "Dude says we are all playing a game."  

I chuckled, "I bet Mike is behind this. The man is such a prankster."  

"Hello." A deep voice echoed through out the ice box we were being kept in.

"Mike?" I laughed, "My ass cheeks are frozen together…"

I heard Brian snort, a loud laugh erupting from his throat.

"Excuse me…" The man cleared his throat. "If you two are not willing to listen I shall start the game without another word spoken."

"Fine, we'll 'play.'" I giggled, my teeth beginning to chatter.

"Now…let's try this again. Matt Tuck…you are now a part of my game. Brian is your partner and together you two shall work together. All you have to do is escape this freezer…there are two keys hidden somewhere within the hanging, rotting meat. Brian, you will find the keys and hand them off to Matt. Matt will be doused with ice cold water every minute he's chained in place. If he doesn't freeze and is freed from the chains, that's a check for Brian. If he does happen to freeze, he will be released from the chains and dropped to the floor – shattering him to pieces. Brian, whether you save Matt or not, you will advance to the next stage. Good luck."

"God, Mike…why so serious?" Brian teased, "That's not even possible!"

We waited in silence for a response, it wasn't until I was sprayed down with icy cold water did Brian begin searching the meat. "Mike…this is ridiculous! I'm freezing!" I cried, "And fucking chained naked in midair…what are you trying to do?!" I yelled, angrier now.

"I'm starting to think that wasn't Mike…" Brian mumbled, his hand deep within a bloody calf. "This may be someone else."

"What are you getting at?" I asked, the water once again dousing me. "Shit!"

"I'm saying you might really be in danger. That man I faced before aimed at gun at me." Brian added, "I think this is serious." He suddenly pulled out a silver key. He smiled, "Whoever it is…they aren't very good at hiding objects." He examined the blood covering his fingers and then proceeded to lick himself clean. He shivered. "If I'm cold, you must be frozen."

"I am. Now, hand it here." I ordered, holding out my chained hands.

"You look a bit purple…" Brian tilted his head before turning back to search for the final key.

I sighed, going to unlock one of my chains. I then realized the lock was solid ice. My eyes widened as I poked the tip of the key to the iced lock. "Brian, the lock is frozen!" I called; my voice getting higher pitched as the water beaded down on me.  

"Well?"

"How do I get out?!" I yelped.

"Make sure the second lock by your feet doesn't freeze. We'll have to break you out." Brian directed. His voice drifted further away as he dug his hands through different meat shanks far from me.

I nodded to myself, tilting my body so the lock wasn't as exposed to the ice water as my foot would now be. I cringed when the water exploded over my head. As I started to close my eyes, Brian let out a confused cry.

"I found some medical bandages in this horse's leg!"

"Keep them on hand." I mumbled. Brian nodded, running to the back of the freezer. "Hurry." I coughed, my body stiffening.

"Got it!" Brian shouted loudly so that I could hear him. I could see his body's outline sprinting towards me in the distant. When he appeared, he held out the key to me with a worried expression. "I'll do it." He then kneeled down and pressed the key into the lock's entrance. He twirled the key around, the chains on my feet easing off my ankles until finally collapsing around my feet. "Alright, bro." Brian huffed.

"What?" I asked.

"I'm gonna pull you – you just try not to scream in my ear. I wanna be able to hear Zacky's voice-"

"Eww…just do it!" I cried.

Brian shrugged and forcefully gripped onto my chains. He began tugging on them, I groaned. The water turned on and sprayed us, this only made Brian pull harder, so hard that my chain snapped, sending us back onto the cold tiles of the freezer. I screamed, someone was bleeding, I could feel the blood soaking the back of my neck.

"Who's bleeding?" I asked.

"Y-You!" Brian stammered, scurrying away from the pool of blood forming around me.

I stood up, feeling the back of my head. "What the…?"

"Holy shit, Matt! I can see something pointy sticking out of your head!" Brian coughed, helping me to stand up. When I did, he began examining the slit in my skull.

"Why can't I feel it?" I quizzed, "You sure it's really a hole?"

"It's more than a hole! You've gotta key puncturing your brain…I don't know what to do! It seems to be keeping your brain from bleeding everywhere. It looks like someone, probably that maniac, performed brain surgery on you and, instead of bandaging your head up, he left it open and shoved a key into it!

"What?" I asked, tears forming in my eyes and my lip quivering.

"Wait…I'll use the bandages to patch you up." Brian told me, digging into his pant pocket. When he yanked the bandages out, a thin piece of paper fell off and dropped to the floor.

I picked the note up and read it. My mouth was now ajar.

"What's it say?"

"I wouldn't use this on Matt."

"What?" Brian sputtered.

"Yeah…it says not to use it for me."

"Then what do we use it for?"

I shrugged, "Maybe we'll need it for someone else?" I flipped the card over, the name 'Jacoby Shaddix' written beside the number '410' was across the back. "Look." I gasped, handing the card over to Brian.

"This must be the next person I have to save." He mumbled, "Thank God you found this!" He crumbled the card and dropped it the floor.

"Yeah, really…but do you think those bandages are for Jacoby?"  

"I don't know, but if we find pants and they say 'Don't use on Matt' I'm breaking that rule." Brian stated, trying to lighten the moment.

I chuckled, "Whatever. I survived, let's go."

"You know what?" Brian put his hand out in front of me. "Take my pants, I have boxers on."

"Okay?" I laughed lowly. I watched him step out of his pants and pass them over to me. I pulled them up over my waist and zippered them.  "Thanks…"


Scene 3 Part 3 – Reverse Bear Trap

Corey's POV:

"Help!" I screamed, my throat burning. I doubted anyone could hear me anyway; my mouth was practically slammed shut. "Please!" I cried, my voice husky.

"Well…well…well."

"Who said that?" I mumbled.

"Me." A TV then turned on, a clown-like puppet appearing on the tiny screen. "Hello, Corey. Do you know what's going on?" He asked, not even allowing me to answer before he spoke again, "You are apart of a very life-changing game. You are apart of a vital experiment – the experiment that will test your will to live, your will to survive. Are you going to survive, Corey?"

"What do you want from me?" I groaned.

"Shh…let me explain. Right now, you have what I like to call 'the reverse bear trap' attached to your upper and lower jaw. You will be released from this room within the minute. You will need a something, not anything I will tell you about, but something that will unlock the trap and set you free. If you fail to find this 'something' with the provided four minutes – the trap will…snap your jaw completely open, breaking your neck and upper spine and thus separating the connection between your brain and your body. I believe I've made the rules fairly clear. Corey, the something I'm referring to will be provided by Matt Tuck. You will be seeing him soon, that is, of course, if he survived his game…this something is in his mind, ask him about it – he'll surely help you. Take the gun on the floor with you on your way out. You'll need it."

"You bastard!" I cried. The TV turned to static and, instantly, the door that had been bolted shut, opened. I did as he told me and began making my way out of the dark room and picked up the silver pistol. I held it close to my hip as I walked, my heart pounded as I listened to the low ticking of the timer behind my head.


Scene 3 Part 3 – Fix What I've Broken

Jacoby's POV:

I was beginning to believe that I wasn't going to be receiving help. I was probably going to rot in this room. My breath was short but I was alive. In fact, it's been more than 8 minutes, and I'm still breathing through a fucking pen!

"Jacoby S-Shaddix?" A low, dry voice whimpered. I heard the door to my chamber open. "This better be Room 410…" I wanted to scream help so badly but I knew I couldn't. Instead, I thrashed in my seat, hoping to draw attention to the cube in the center of the room. Finally, two men appeared in my sight.

"Coby!" Synyster Gates, from Avenged Sevenfold, screamed. The other man, I could tell, was Matt Tuck from Bullet. "Are you alive?!"

I lifted a limp hand to show my consciousness.

"How do we get you out of that?" Brian cried.

"Drain the water." Matt stated. "Look, this button says release."

"Press it!" Brian ordered.

Matt nodded before pressing the button across from me. Suddenly, the cube separated into two even halves and released my head, the water spilling all around me. Brian ran up to me, ready to grab my hand to help me to my feet. I shook my head and pointed to the pen in my neck. I was afraid to speak.

"Matt, get it out…" Brian gulped, turning to Matt.

"Fine." Matt sighed, taking Brian's place in front of me. "Hold on." He whispered, getting a firm grip on the pen penetrating my throat. He then pulled, I screamed.

"It's out, it's out!" I shrieked. My lungs filling with twice as much air than before.

"Are you alright?" Matt asked worriedly.

"I think I will be. Brian, here, take this key I found…"

"Why?"

"Since you're the leader, you should hold onto it. Maybe we'll need it."

"Alright. But we need to get out of here now!" Brian yelled, shoving the key into the pocket in his boxers.

"Why?"

"Just because!" He then yanked my hand and pulled me to my feet.

"Whatta 'bout the hole in my throat?" I retorted.

"Oh, that's what the bandages were for!" Matt stated from my other side.

Brian's mouth formed an 'O' as he pulled out a wrap of white bandages. He took them apart and brought it to my throat. He carefully wrapped it around my neck three times before ripping off the excess bandage.

"Thanks…" I took in a sigh of relief. Maybe I was going to be okay?


Scene 4 – It's Not That HARD TO SEE

Corey's POV:

As I walked further, a distant light appeared. The hallway suddenly lit up with more lights, leaving me surrounded. I could now see down the hallway. Three men, two with soaking wet hair, and one with dry messy hair began to approach me.

"Corey Taylor?!" The longest haired man yelped. "He's got you, too?"

"Oh my God!" The other man with wet hair screamed, "What the fuck!" They all limped in my direction and stopped when they were less than two feet away.

"Which one of you is Matt?" I asked, finding it hard to recognize each of them.

Matt, the one with long, wet hair raised his hand shyly. "Me."

"Good. Now, tell me, what's this something you have in your head?" I asked desperately.

"You mean the key? How'd you know it was in my head…?" Matt looked as if he'd just seen a ghost.

"What?" The other wet haired man butted in.

"Matt, I need that key... tell me where it is…I need it. I've got only," I looked up at the timer at the end of the hallway; "two minutes or I'm dead!"

"What? I can't just give you the key!" He waved his hands.

"Yeah…are you insane?" The messy haired man stepped forward.

"Why the fuck not?" I growled.

"It's in my head!" Matt cried.

"I need it!"

"You can't have it now!"

"Brian, I can fight my own battles!" Matt shouted to the messy haired man, Brian.

"Give me the fucking key!" I screamed.

"I can't!"

"Fuck you!" I shrieked, lifting the gun I'd been holding and aiming it at Matt's head. "Give me the key!"

Matt stood frozen, as did the other two at his sides. "Wait…Corey, put the gun down."  

"Not until you give me the key!" I looked up at the clock, 30 seconds left. "I'm not playing a game with you – I'm already a part of one!"

"I am, too! We all are!" Matt broke down into tears. "Please, don't kill me!" He sobbed, his voice crackling.

"I have no choice if you won't give me the key!"

"Look, don't do it!" Brian begged.

"Look-" I raised my voice, catching all of their attentions. They stared at me like lost puppies. "-I am not going to die! Goodbye, Matt!" I screamed, aiming at a shaking Matt and pulling the trigger. The bullet fired so quickly I never got the chance to rethink what I did. Matt screeched, my bullet hitting him right in the face. He fell forward.

"What the fuck!?" The wet haired man collapsed beside Matt's lifeless body. I walked over slowly and kneeled down.

"Where'd he hide the key?!" I called, searching through his pants.

"In his head!" Brian cried.

"What do you mean?!"

"I mean, it was in his head, that's why he couldn't give you it!"

I blinked repeatedly and then noticed the shiny object sticking out from Matt's skull. I took hold of it and yanked it from his head, blood spewing in its place. I held the key to the back of my head and began feeling for the lock's hole. When I found it, I jammed the key into it and turned. The trap released its tight grip on my mouth. I held my mouth open wide and slid it carefully to avoid choking. I chucked the trap across the hallway, the clock reading 2 seconds to spare. The trap, after hitting the floor, snapped open. A card fluttered out into the air. "Thank you, God!" I bawled. "Thank you!"

Brian and the other man simply stared from me to Matt, blank expressions on both their faces. "Do we continue?"

"Yeah, c'mon Jacoby…Corey…" So that's who the other guy is. Jacoby.

"The next person is…" Brian trailed off as he walked over to my head trap and retrieved the card that had landed on the floor, "…Joey Jordison…also of Slipknot. He's in room 411."  

"How come Corey's name wasn't on one of the cards?" Jacoby asked.

I grunted.

"I'm not sure." Brian shrugged. "Maybe we missed a card?"

"Doubt it." Jacoby murmured, kicking at Matt's lifeless leg.

"Wait…you said Joey?" I asked, my heart nearly stopping.

"Yeah, let's go save him." Brian directed and began walking down the hallway, from the way I had come from.

"God…" I heaved.  


Scene 5 – SEE WHAT I SEE

Joey's POV:

"Wake up!" A voice hissed into my right ear. There was a cloth wrapped tightly around my eyes so I couldn't see.

"Who are you?" I asked, frightened.

"Jigsaw, my friend. Today, I have a game for you. In about one minute, the door to this room will unlock, allowing your rescuers in to help save you from your fate. If they manage to free you, well this is when your game begins. You can't see it now, but there is a knife underneath the table in front of you. Use it to kill Brian Haner, also known as Synyster Gates. He knows you've been taking drugs and is going to use the evidence of heroine lying around in this room. If you kill him, you will remain free. If you are caught, you will face jail time. Make your choice." He then pulled off the cloth, allowing me to see. He wore a pig mask.

"Please, what's going on?" I begged him to tell me more but I could hear him exiting through the door and locking it. I heard the clock ticking, the minute had started. Suddenly, my head began to be tugged back. I tried fighting it but the machine I was bolted into continued to yank on my hair. "Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!" I screamed, "Where am I?" I leaned forward, my hair pulling me back. "What's going on? Corey, someone, help!" As moments passed, the sound of a door unlocking filled the mostly quiet room.

"Wait…I think this is the room."

"Help!" I screamed again.

"Joey, is that you?" A man whispered. "It's me, Brian. F-From Avenged Sevenfold." His voice sounded shaky.

"You gotta help me! I don't know what's going on!" I squeaked.

"Joey, relax." I recognized that voice.

"Corey, you're here, too!?" I cried, tears streaming down my cheeks.

"I'm here! We're gonna save you – I promise!"

"Look, there's a tape!" Brian, my enemy, pointed. Corey, my love, picked it up and pressed play. The cassette began to spin.

"I have nothing to say except go against what your heart says. Your heart tells you to save Joey; my heart says leave him and move on. Jimmy, your friend, is in room 501 and could really use your help…" Then the tape ended. I stared at them…there was no way Corey would leave me here to die.

"Okay, okay. We've gotta be quick – you heard the tape, Jimmy's game has already begun!" Brian ordered, "Jacoby, get behind Joey!"

Jacoby nodded.

"Ahhh!" I shrieked, my hair being tightly pulled into the machine.

"It needs a code!" Jacoby reported.

"Hurry!" Corey cried.

"I'll look for something to cut his hair!" Brian yelled, leaving the room.

Corey kneeled down, patting my knee, tears clouding his icy blue eyes.

I sobbed and sobbed as the machine continued to wind my hair. "It's gonna kill me!"

"I can't find anything!" Brian returned to the main room.

"Hey, I see the first number; they are on the cogs of the machine!" Jacoby shouted, turning the knob behind me. "6…"

"Please!" I bawled, blood spurting from my scalp as my hairline ripped.

"Oh, God!" Corey gagged, standing up.

"…4!" Jacoby called out.

"C'mon!" I screamed, my eyes probably bulging as my scalp was torn from my head.

"Do it!" Corey shouted forcefully. "Get the number!"

"I'm waiting for it to show up!" Jacoby spat.

"It hurts!" I gasped.

"7!" Jacoby dialed in the last number, "Go!"

I leaned forward and fell from my place in the seat. I slammed into Corey.

"Joey, Joey, baby…" Corey cried, wrapping his arms around me. I reached forward and under the table Jigsaw spoke of. Corey let me go; I stood up, blood dripping off my brow.

"Brian?" I asked.  

"Yeah?" He answered.

I lunged forward, aiming the knife for his chest.

He leaped back. "Whoa, what are you doing?"

"I've got to do this!"

"No!" Brian grabbed me by my already torn hair and flipped me onto my back.

I stared up at him, crying loudly.

Instantly, Corey pounced onto Brian, punching him to the floor.  "Don't you dare touch him!"

"Guys!" Jacoby pleaded, "Don't start this shit!"

"Stay out of this!" Brian said between struggles.

Corey pulled out a gun, "Don't you fucking move!"

I crawled over to the battle and stabbed the knife into Brian's arm.

Brian let out a muffled cry, "You piece of shit!" He then kicked his feet, sending my boyfriend onto his back and the gun he held flying into the air. Brian jumped to his feet and grabbed the gun. I looked up, helpless. Brian aimed the gun, "Not tonight, bro!" He then shot it, hitting me directly in the stomach. I fell back groaning loudly and dropping my knife. "Fuck!" He muttered, going to shoot another bullet only to find the gun was empty.

"Bastard!" Corey was back to his feet and sent Brian to the floor, yet again. "Joey!" He cried, making his way over to me and going to cradle me, that was, until Brian had found the knife I dropped and brought it across my neck, blood squirting from the wound. Corey stared daggers at Brian as I lay there on my back, gasping.

"That's right!" Brian heaved.

"I can't believe you!" Corey hissed, his tears drizzling down onto my face.

I was finding it hard to keep my eyelids open; they felt like heavy boulders had been placed upon them. "Corey…" I whispered. "Don't blame him. Blame Jigsaw…"

"He tried to kill me!" Brian accused. I couldn't deny it either.

"I'm sorry." I coughed, blood spilling out the corner of my mouth. I looked over at Jacoby, his expression simply lost.

"G-Guys, we've got to go…what about Jimmy?" Jacoby mumbled.

"He's right…just go." I murmured, spitting blood to my side.

Corey looked angrily at Brian. "B-But…"

"Just go!" I groaned.

"Okay…" Corey wiped his eyes and stood to his feet. He looked from me to Brian.

"Forget what just happened." I told him.

He nodded, "I love you."

"I love you, too. Now, go!" I wheezed.

Brian lifted his head up from the ground, "I'm sorry…"


Scene 6 -  The Rack Trap

Brian's POV:

The three of us darted down the hallway; we had to skip one hundred doors just to get to Jimmy's room. When Corey opened the door, I expected to see Jimmy dead, honestly. But, he wasn't…someone else, Johnny, to be exact, had already saved him.

"Johnny, you saved him?" I cried.

"Yeah…I woke up in here with him. He was in that machine," Johnny said, pointing to this large thing in the center of the room. It had a spot in the middle for the person to be put in and had a rotating lock which was where the head would go. The other, four parts, had spikes which would obviously hold the person's hands in feet in place. It was still rotating but Jimmy had escaped. It looked like it turned each part of the body 180° at a time. "It broke Jimmy's arm and his screams woke me up. I got the key to unlock it from that box with the shot gun in it. Jigsaw told me I would have to sacrifice my arm or some shit and take a bullet to get the key but I broke the glass from the back and took the key that way." Johnny said, a cheeky smile on his face.

"My arm hurts."  Jimmy groaned.

"Well, I got stabbed in the arm…so we are even." I said sticking my tongue out.

"We need to go." Jacoby insisted.

"Johnny, did you see a card lying around anywhere?"

That's when Jimmy spoke up, "I did!"

"Where?"

"Jigsaw placed it inside the gun, behind the shell he loaded."

"I'll get it." Johnny volunteered, sticking his hand into the glass case from the hole he had made in the back. This made us all believe the censor wouldn't trigger the gun. Boy, we were wrong. The moment Johnny touched the back of the shot gun, a bullet fired; we all jerked our heads in the direction it had shot in. There lay Corey, blood forming around his head. "Shit!"

"You hit Corey!" Jacoby gasped.

Corey was already dead, the bullet, as I examined him, was lodged into his forehead. "Holy fuck! Why does everyone keep dying, God damnit!"

"I'm so sorry!" Johnny stood panicking.

"Don't worry 'bout him. Dude was a dick anyway…" I sighed.

"Okay, I got the card." Johnny said, walking over to me and cautiously away from the shot gun. "I feel bad."

I snatched the card from him and read it over. It simply read 'Room 516'.

"What's it say?" Jimmy asked lowly, holding his crippled arm in his other against his chest.

"No name, only a room number…"

"We should go then." Jacoby suggested.

"Yeah, sorry…Corey." Johnny mumbled, kicking at the ground.

"Let's go." I said, leaving the room and Corey behind.

Scene 7 – Meet YOUR Master

Brian's POV:

"Here, this is the room." I stated, leading everyone in. The door shut automatically behind us. "What the…?" It had locked as well.

"I can't see!" Johnny exclaimed.

"Here." Jimmy croaked, flicking on a light switch he must've spotted before the door closed.

"Thank you, Jim." I smiled lightly as I watched the room brighten up before my eyes. And, just like that, I tensed up. There was a large curtain in front of us; blood was splattered all over it. The words 'OVER HERE' were scrawled out on the wall to the side of the curtain. I walked forward, the others following me around the bloody curtain. Then we were faced with another curtain. Only this time there was a small gun on the floor. I picked it up and continued to walk around the second curtain.

"Did you see that sign?" Jacoby blurted.

"No, what'd it say?"

"Grab your gun."

"Seriously?" I stopped walking and turned around to confirm that there really was a second sign.

"What's on the other side, Brian?" Jimmy commented.

"I'm not sure…just, let's keep going." I answered, swallowing the lump in my throat as I rounded the curtain and stepped into a small, foggy room. "Hello?" I called out.

"Brian, welcome." The voice I'd come to hate responded.

"Jigsaw!" I spat, "Is this the end?"

"No way." Jacoby mumbled to himself.  

"Where are you?" I barked, suddenly seeing a man flailing in the corner of the room. I made my way over to him, my heart pace quickening. "You are a fucking sick man!" I screamed, aiming the gun at him, the pig mask he'd been wearing before was still on his face.

"Go ahead, shoot me. Is that really what you want?" He whispered.

I smiled, "Fuck yeah, I do." I shot off the gun, Jigsaw squirming one last time before falling silent. "Now, let's see who you are!" I ripped off his mask, my smile fading within the second. "M-Matt?"

"Shads?!" Johnny and Jimmy both squawked.

"I-I…he tricked me!" I cried.

"What the fuck!" Jacoby broke in.

I looked inside the mask, a cassette taped to the bottom of it. I pressed play.

"Brian, welcome." It started and then took a few second pause, "Go ahead, shoot me. Is that really what you want?"

"That wasn't Jigsaw!" I shouted, "It was fucking Matt tied down with the fucking mask on! He was testing my will!" I clawed at my eyes, not able to handle what I had just done. "I killed my best friend; I fucking killed my best friend!"

"It's okay, it's okay…" Jimmy said as he patted my back.

I dropped the gun, "I'm so sick of this game! I will find you Jigsaw! I will kill you!"

"Hey, h-here's another card…it says 'look in the third tile from Matt's head for a surprise video you can watch on the TV by the door'. Johnny then walked over to Matt's lifeless body and slid out the third tile on the wall and stuck his hand in it. He pulled out a black tape and handed it to Jacoby who brought it over to the TV and stuck it into the player.

I shuffled over to the TV, guilt still eating at me. It took a moment for it to start up and when it did, I was suddenly filled with anger. "How dare he…"

"Brian, I love you so much." Zacky's sweet voice rang through the TV. I bawled my hands into fist.

"I love you, too." I smiled to him, kissing his nose. He grabbed onto my shirt collar and pulled me on top of him as we fell to the bed.

"I want you so bad." Zacky whispered seductively into my ear.

"Oh, Zacky..." I moaned, our lips connecting as I began to unzip his tight jeans.

"What the fuck!?" I screamed, watching everything from last night unfold on the TV screen today. "He fucking was recording us!?" The video then went to static and started up at a new point.

"I'll be right back, angel. Let me get the cream." I smirked.

Zacky nodded, sitting up and crossing his legs.

The video remained on Zack. I continued to watch.

He sat there, an immense smile on his face. Then, the flat screen TV in our room turned on, spooking Zacky. He stared at the screen for a moment until realizing it was recording him in our room. He stood up obviously confused as to where a camera might be hiding. "Brian?" He called out playfully.

I growled, knowing too well that Zacky thought I was doing all of that.

As Zacky continued to look around the room, the curtains behind him rustled. Zack turned around, "Damn, Bri. How'd you get over there so fast?" He walked slowly towards the figure underneath the curtains. "Hello." He whispered, lifting the curtain and letting out a short scream when a man with a pig mask, Jigsaw, lunged at him and injected something into Zacky's neck. He then wrapped his hands over his mouth until Zacky passed out. Jigsaw then darted out of the room, after me.

The video, once again, turned to static. "No!" I screamed, at my knees. "He has Zacky, too!"

"Well, let's go save him!" Jacoby insisted, pulling me up.

"That bastard is going to pay!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.

"Hey, found the card!" Johnny called out, a few feet away from the rest of us. "But Zacky's name isn't next. It says: 'Meet the family at room 678 – they'll tell you where Zacky is.'"

"Then we best be meeting the family, eh?!" I screamed, my temper flaring. "C'mon, there's no time to waste!" I stomped angrily out of the room. The others following close behind.




Scene 8 – The Fatal FOUR

Sid's POV:

"Don't move, I said!" I retorted, "Shawn, don't fucking test me!"

"You can't tell me what to do!"

"Sid's right, if we move, that timer will go off…look above you, that doesn't look very promising!" Chris added, pointing to the split blades above each of our heads. He tugged on the collar around his neck.

"What's gonna happen to us?" Paul asked.

"Good question." A man, unknown to us, answered. His voice filled the room. "Right now, Sid, Chris, Paul, Shawn, and Mick…you are all apart of one of my final games. Here's how you play…to start, you are all attached to one and other by the metal collars you each wear around your necks. If one of you tries to move away from the base, it will trigger the timer which will allow you all one minute to retrieve the keys across the room displayed in glass cases. If you fail to remove the collar, at the end of the one minute, all of the remaining collars will snap back to the base, between the double blades, thus decapitating whoever is still wearing their collar. Is this clear? If no one moves within 15 seconds, the one minute timer will start on its own. Let the games begin."

"What!?" Shawn stated frustrated and began running for his glass box.

"No!" Mick yanked back on Shawn's cable, pulling the pin, and starting the second timer. "Fuck!"

"Go! Go!" I cried, all of us rushing towards our keys, sending Shawn back into the base. After getting half way there, Shawn got back up and began walking forward, sending me and Paul backwards.

"Hey!" Paul screamed, "Dumb fuck, stay down!" Paul kicked at Shawn.

"Bitch!" Shawn growled, pushing Paul backwards, allowing more room between us. Shawn was actually first to reach his glass box and punched his fist into it.

I tugged on my collar, "C'mon!" I could hear the sounds of gagging and whimpering as we all tried to get our keys.

Chris was second to punch into his glass case, neither of them, however, off the leash. I struggled to move forward since the cable was so tight on each side. I was practically stuck in the middle. "Move back!" I argued.

"Sorry, one sec!" Chris cried, unlocking his collar, freeing himself. I watched as his collar snapped back to the base, allowing me more freedom. Chris was off to help Paul.

I was so busy trying to get my collar off that I hadn't noticed Mick had freed himself.

"Woo!" Shawn cheered, the sound of his collar snapping back alarming me that the tension was now between Paul and I. I leaned forward and gripped onto my case. I slammed my elbow into the glass, shattering it. I then grabbed my key and walked backwards so Paul could move forward. I, with a second to spare, unlocked my collar. Suddenly, a ringing sound filled the room, all of our collars riding up to the top, between the blades. Paul screamed in horror as he was shot backwards and instantly through the blades. His head slid off, his body crumbling to the floor.

"Paul!" I yelped.

"Damn…" Chris muttered.

Shawn and Mick stared quietly. Then, four men walked into the room.

"Where's Zacky!?" The leading man shouted at us, gasping at the site of headless Paul. "Oh, shit…what happened…?"

"Shit, okay?" I spat. "Now, what do you mean…'where's Zacky'?"

"Jigsaw told us you'd know where he was," Another, much shorter, man implied.

I turned around in a full circle, "We'll we don't."

"Wait! Turn around again!" The tallest man ordered.

I turned around awkwardly, "Why?"

"The number six is on the back of your neck." He stated.

"Really? Chris turn around…"

Chris turned around, lifting his long hair away from his neck.

"Six again," The first man sighed.

Shawn turned around before we could tell him to. "What's mine?"

"You don't have one…you have an X." The short man whispered.

"And me?" Mick asked.

"An X"

"Well sixty-six isn't an optional room number." The tallest informed.

"The number must be on h-his neck…" The man behind the three mumbled, pointing at Paul's head.

"Jacoby's right, someone check that dude's neck." The tallest coughed.

"I will, for Zacky I'll do anything." The leading man raised a hand and walked over to the bloody head on the floor. He crouched down and rolled the head over. "6."

"Well, fuck…I could've guessed that!" The tallest groaned.

"I'm not taking any chances with this!" The leader yelled back.

The only man I knew, Jacoby, nodded agreeingly.  "You four, come with us."

We all began walking with them out the door, leading to God knows where.


Scene 9 – The Angel Wing Trap

Zacky's POV:

"Help!" I sobbed, "Please, someone, anyone!" I continued to scream in agony as I struggled. I stared down at the ground below me. "Please!" I choked.

"Zacky, baby, I'm here!" I heard Brian's voice cry.

"Brian?" I yelped, watching as his figure, along with several other people, appeared in front of me. "Y-You've gotta get this thing off me!"

"I'm gonna. I won't let this fucker hurt you!" Brian shouted to me, running up to me. "Hey, Jigsaw, who do you think you are trapping my boyfriend in this fucking machine!?" He screamed, throwing his arms up.

"Yeah, I'm so tired of you!" Jacoby, from Papa Roach, added.

I also spotted a few of Slipknot's members, and Jimmy, and Johnny glaring around the room with angered expressions on their faces.

"Why, hello." A voice laughed wickedly. "Brian, can you hear me? These instructions are more important for you to hear than Zachary."

"Who are you?" I gasped.

"What do I have to do?!" Brian hollered.

"This game isn't so hard – I think if you really love Zachary, you'll work fast enough to save him. This is how it goes: right now, Zachary is suspended in mid air by a large machine with leather straps and chains. He cannot escape properly unless the rib lock is taken off him. As you can see, there are metal pins piercing into his ribcage. All you have to do, Brian, is stick your hand into that jar of acid and pull out the key. Be quick, for the key will dissolve. Then, simply throw it up to Zachary and have him unlock the harness keeping him in place. If he escapes in time, Brian, that's a check for you. If he does not, Zachary will have his ribcage torn out of his body. You'll have exactly one minute to complete this task. If you receive any help from your saved friends, I will automatically set off the trap. Don't test me. Begin!" The intercom then cut off.

My body was trembling as I cried for Brian to get the key. "Brian!"

"Zacky, relax, relax!" Brian yelled, "I'll get you out of there!"

I couldn't calm myself down, I was sobbing and screaming. Even if Brian got the key in time, how would I be able to unlock this thing with the way I was shaking?!

I watched in horror as Brian dipped his hand into the jar of acid, he, within seconds, jerked his hand out, screaming in pain. "Hold on!" He gasped.

"C'mon!" Jimmy shouted, "You can do it, Brian!"

"Please…hurry." I whimpered.

"I'll get it!" He yelled, "Just, just shush!" He stated flustered and then dove his hand back into the acid. This time, he just screamed as he searched the murky water. He called out when he found the key. He ripped his hand from the jar and stared sickly at his burning hand. "Zacky, catch!" He ordered.

I nodded, holding my hands out. He chucked the key to me, missing it, the key dropped to the floor beneath me. "I'm sorry!" I wailed. "Throw it again!" I squeaked.

There was a chorus of "Oh's," From our 'audience'.

"Okay, okay." Brian took a deep breath. "You've got thirty seconds left…catch!" Brian yelled, throwing the key towards me once more. This time, however, I caught the key with my left, dominant hand.

"I've got it!" I piped up, sticking the key into the slit. I turned it, allowing the harness across my chest to drop to my sides. "I can't get out!" I cried, tears blurring up my vision.

"But, but, you got the harness off!"

"It's piercing my ribs!" I sobbed, "It's stuck!"

Brian panicked, running behind me.

"Where are you going?!" Mick, from Slipknot, yelled to Brian.

"Please…baby, don't leave me!" I wailed, my body shaking violently.

"There's one more key hole – it's behind you, at your neck! Reach back there!"

I was once again crying uncontrollably as I stuck my quivering hand behind my head. "Where is it?!" I screamed.

"At the center of your neck, c'mon, Zack!" Brian pleaded.  

"I'm trying!" I yelped, suddenly a ding caught our attention.

Brian ran back in front of me, tears streaming down his face. "Baby!" He called.

"Fuck!" Jacoby stared in horror, as did the rest.

I lifted my hands up and grabbed onto the chains holding my body up. I gasped, the machine ripping my ribcage out of my chest, my organs spilling out below me. I bowed my head, losing consciousness.


Brian's POV:

"Zacky!" I screeched, "No!"

"Oh my God…" I heard Sid whisper.

"No, Zacky, no!" I fell to my knees crying. "Why?!" I looked up at Zacky, his insides exposed, his beautiful figure destroyed. I swallowed harshly, glancing down at the bloody mess beneath his feet. "My angel!"

"It's okay…Brian…c'mon." Jacoby coaxed.

"I'm not going anywhere!" I shrieked.

I heard the others scrambling around.

"And so you have come to the end of my game. Brian, you managed to save seven people…excluding your angel. I think it's only fair that I allow you to leave my torture chamber. The door is right across from where you now stand. Jacoby, you had the key in the beginning, it now rest in Brian's hands. That is the key that will unlock the door to the exit. Be quick, within two minutes the place will fill with deadly gas and every single door in this place will lock forever. Congratulations to whoever survived." The intercom then cut off for one last time.

"Brian, let's go!" Jimmy shouted, grabbing onto my shoulder.

I shrugged him off, staring up at Zacky. "I won't!"

"Yes you are!" Jacoby barked.

"You can't make me! I'm not leaving, I let Zacky down!" I sobbed into my hands.

"Please!" They all cried.

Shawn ran up to the exit and pulled harshly on the knob. "We need you!"

"Zacky needed me!"

"Look, we've got less than a minute –give me the key!" Sid growled. "I didn't go through all that torture just to fucking die because of you!"

"Yeah!" Johnny retorted.

"You didn't even fucking face any life threatening trap!" Jimmy hissed.

"Look, everyone shut up!" Jacoby shrieked. "Brian, I trusted you with that key…" He trailed off. "Please, hand it to me!"

"It's not fair!"

"You're not being fair!"

"Ten seconds." Jigsaw called out.

"Fuck you!" I screamed, throwing the key to the exit behind me.

"Get it!" Mick cried.

Jacoby scurried to the door with the key and twisted it into the lock, a loud bell going off in the room. "No! Fuck!" A bolt suddenly went through the doors on each side of the room. "No!" I could hear Jacoby pounding his fist into the metal door.

"Fuck no!" Someone squeaked, they all ran to the door, all except me.

"Do you know what you just did!?" Jimmy yelled to me.

I didn't answer, just stared at Zacky.

"I'm sorry..." Jigsaw's voice rang through the intercom one more time before all the lights in the entire building shut down, leaving us in complete darkness. All I could hear was the sound of muffled screams and mixed cries. "Game over."