Saw: Flesh and Bone [IC Thread]

[UnfunnyPete]

A faint glimmer of light broke the otherwise engulfing darkness, rocking from side to side, flickering repeatedly, both breaking and returning the darkness simultaneously. After a few repetitive moments, the light, joined by a few others, stuck, illuminating the room. The room itself was desolate; it contained nothing but grime stained walls that stretched up a few metres to the ceiling, a grey dust and debris covered floor, and a lone metallic door centred in the middle of one of the four walls, a lone clock atop it, timed at four minutes past three, A.M. With it's low hanging, almost blinding lights, and metal beams running along the ceiling, it resembled an abandoned warehouse.

Laying limp in the centre of the room, three figures broke the emptiness of the room, along with a single television screen, three empty tape recorders, and a medical table, atop of which rested a single set of pliers, covered in what was either a think layer of grime, or blood. Each of the three figures were connected by a central chain, locking them all to the centre of the room, the chain firmly across their ankles. A few moments after the lights switched on, the three figures began to stir, and almost in response, the television switched on with a burst of static, the terrifying visage of a clown puppet centring the screen.

"Hello, Stanley. Colin. Dave. I want to play a game. You three are of course wondering how, or why, you've awoken here, and I can tell you that it is your own actions in life that have lead to you awakening here. You are all criminals; different strokes of the same brush. You've taken what you were given at birth for granted, and squandered the most precious gift of all; life. Tonight, I'm going to hand you the tools to reclaim that gift. Oh yes, there will be blood. Underneath this television, you will find three empty tape recorders; take them with you. If you follow what comes natural to you all, they won't be empty for long. Where society has failed you, I will give you your final chance; how far are you willing to go to confront your demons, and truly appreciate life."

The television flickered for a moment, before returning with the same clown, yet a clearly different background. "You will find that you are all chained to the floor. Don't waste your precious time; you'll find that the locks are quite unbreakable, but some of you are more use to chains than others, so it shouldn't feel too unfamiliar. These chains represent your selfish hold on life, and only you can free yourself. You may notice the clock above the door. When that clock reaches three fifteen, A.M, the door will seal shut, permanently. You'll be locked inside, trapped in a cell of your own creation, with no chance of escape. However, I have given you the key to your freedom, in the form of a number combination. Each of you has a single number etched into the back of one of your teeth; the left lateral incisor, to be specific. Don't try to look; you won't be able to see the number from within your mouth. Three numbers in total, one each, to open the padlock that connects all of your chains, freeing you from this room, the first stage of your trial. Don't worry, I've give you the tools for your own salvation. All you have to do, is shed a little blood." The image of the screen flicks to the medical table next to the television, showing the single plier. "The clock is ticking. Live or die, make your choice."

(OOC: Just a quick edit, apparently word decided to change 'gift' to 'girl' during the Jigsaw speech. Just noting this, in case anyone read that, and was slightly confused.)

[thatguy12]

The flickering light had awoken the young dirty blond haired man, last he remembered he had fallen asleep in wherever with the lights off, on a bed with a booze bottle in hand. Looking around in his environment, David wiped the sleep from his blue eyes and tried to get up and move, only find himself chained by the ankle to a center point on the floor. As his eyes adjusted to the flickering darkness, he could make out two other human like unconscious shapes.

He also saw a table before them, on which sat a small television and a pair of pliers.

An illuminated clock was present in the corner, his eyes widened at the time.

Running his hands through his hair, he growled, knowing where he was, remembering the fiasco that was Jigsaw's death only a few years ago. "Shit," he whispered.

[SqualidMisnomer]

Colin groaned as he stirred from his involuntary slumber, slowly coming to. Flashes of a flicking light from the centre of the room brought Colin into complete consciousness, now aware of his unfamiliar environment.

"What the-" Colin mumbled in awe as he stared around the room.
His inquisitive eyes met the first two noticeable things in the room: a body on the floor beside him, and a blonde haired man standing just a little further away.
"What did you do to him?!" Colin stammered, instantly thinking the worst, he stammered backwards and strung his hand to his greasy pocket, for his cellphone to call the police.

Colin fell backwards, as an unknown force tugged at his ankles, crashing to the ground.

As Colin recovered from his fall, his mouth fell in awe, his false claims were answered by the subtle stirs of the third man in the room.
"He's not dead." he whispered.

"Then what is this?"

[UnfunnyPete]

The room was small, its wall confined into a cramp, five by five metre space. With a single, twisted lamp giving light to the space, it illuminated the lone girl whom sat on the lone chair in the corner of the room. She wore a delicate, scarlet red dress, which otherwise complemented her chestnut hair and pale skin, clashing with the otherwise blandness of the almost entire dark room, the lone lamp shinning upon her. Like every room that filled this complex, the walls were stained with rust and dirt, the floors consisting of stained and mould covered tiles. A few pipers covered the walls and ceiling, occasionally puffing out warm smoke. The walls were covered in various images of a man, laying dead in the middle of the road, and the image of a car driving away, the licence plate clear. Various newspaper articles and clippings hung from the walls, relating to the man in the road.
She couldn't move; her arms and legs were restrained upon the chair, and a layer of tape covering her mouth. A lone switch remained taped to one of her hands, her thumb above the trigger. This switch contained a wired trail, which ran around the metallic chair, and towards a large generator, which rested next to a small television, and an empty tape recorder. Without further hesitation, the television erupted into a burst of static, before the image of a clown puppet appeared, staring straight towards the girl.
"Hello, Sophia. No doubt, you are trying to remember how you got here. But, you have a tendency to forget things, don't you? Well, tonight, we're going to test how far you are willing to go to remember. Do you remember what happened five years ago, Sophia? Melisa Jones remembers, but you don't know that name do you? Five years ago, her husband, and father to her four children, died in a random hit-and-run accident. There was no conviction, no justice. With the loss of her husband, the family lost their home, and were forced into poverty. Tonight, Sophia, you will face your past, and you will be unable to simply run away. Hidden away somewhere in this complex, lays the key to saving those held most dear to you; your family." The screen switched, to a short clip of her husband and child, both inside a similar, small confined room. It then returned to the puppet. "In your hand is a switch, which connects to the generator your sit next to. If you hold that switch, the generator will power up, and upon reaching a certain power level, will open both the door and your restraints. However, in order to free yourself, you must first prove that you are willing to earn your redemption, and the family that you so easily took away from someone else. The generator is connected to your chair; the volts from the generator will run through the chair, and then through you; oh yeah, Sophia, the pain will be... extreme. But don't worry; there isn't enough voltage in the generator to kill you. You, however, have another choice; there is enough oxygen in this room to keep you alive for days, more than enough time for the police to arrive. All you have to do is sit there, and wait. However, your family does not share the same luxury of time. But know that this test is only the beginning. Save your family and face redemption, or simply hide away as you have before. The choice is yours, Sophia; live or die, make your choice."

[ob1]

The strong beaming light and the dirt that he felt in the mouth lying on the floor were the things that woke Stanley. Trying to stand he felt that something was chained to his ankle on his leg. The headaches that he felt was enormous, surely this wasn't from the Whiskey he drank last night. He couldn't remember how he ended in this horrifying room. The last he remember was that he was in a bar, regularly drinking after work. He remembers the beautiful women with the black eyes and dress. Black as his thoughts from last night. He still wasn't sure enough what the hell was going on.

The first thing that hi saw upon standing was the two guys, standing in panic. In the middle of the room, there was a TV. Without saying a word, he slowly walked in front of the TV and took the tape recorded which had his name on on a white paper with black letters written on it. He thought of pressing play, but he saw that it was empty and that here weren't any tape. He look calm, but in fact he was in a panic. The tools on the table made him panic more and that was when he brake.

"Help! Help! Heeeeeeeeelp!" He started screaming. "Who the fuck are you guys, and how to fuck am I here?" He took the one of the tools from the table, that look like a scalpel or some sort of knife, he wasn't going to attack them, the fear was too much for him. He needed his regular snort of cocaine. He was in defensive position, panicking. He tried to unlock the lock on his leg with his knife, but it was pointless. He tried to cut the iron, pointless again. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He started screaming. "Dont come near me, or I swear to God i am going to kill you in a second, I am going to stab you to death. Just stay where you are!"

[thatguy12]

Looking from the calmer of the two, to the deranged man, David silently grabbed his own labeled recorder, at which point the television turned on and began to taunt their situations and perdicaments, "both you pricks calm down," he told them with arms crossed as he watched the television, "this is Jigsaw's work, we stay calm and think right then we live. Simple as that,"

[SqualidMisnomer]

"How the fuck do we stay calm at a moment like this, almighty wise-ass?" Colin piped up, concluding that he too must have a tape recorder somewhere.
Ignoring the propositions of the man across from him, Colin tried to assess his situation as he would in his firm.
This equation couldn't be solved with money, he was way out of his league.

"This isn't Jigsaw. John Kramer died years ago." he exclaimed haphazardly, still trying to comprehend the scenario, and not entirely believing his own statement.
Colin knew what he had to do - he'd gazed upon the television set as it played the guidelines of his inevitable torture - he just didn't want to be first.