Saw: A New Identity-Chapter One (Luck of the Irish)

by Miztacular Mon Aug 14, 2017 5:16 pm

CMV Presents
SAW
A New Identity
Chapter 1-Luck of the Irish

With the murder on 51st Street discovered just a few hours earlier, the streets have been blockaded by the NYPD, the sounds of sirens can be heard echoing throughout the streets as the rain pours down from the sky on this very early Saturday morning. The sidewalk devoid of people, certainly a rare scene for the City that never sleeps, but with the police of New York up in arms, nobody wants to get involved, remaining in their homes, riding the night out. That is without a few exceptions...

"Yeah I'm going to be a few minutes late Jacob, the police have barricaded off 51st Street completely, there's some sort of investigation going on, I don't know what it is but I had to go around." Quinn-Belle can be seen, walking through the night, holding a phone to her head, as she walks through the pouring rain, an umbrella above her head, passing through the empty streets. She speaks in a distinct Irish tongue, "I would get a taxi Jacob, but there's nobody around. I'll be there soon okay." She puts the phone away into her pocket as she continues her diversion around 51st Street. "I really shouldn't have stayed late at the office" she murmurs to herself. She continues her walk down the street, turning a corner into a man seemingly freaking out he slowly walks up to him, perhaps looking to help she says softly "Hello..." The man slowly turns around, shaking, a gun in his hands, he raises it up to Quinn to which she freezes, unable to move, not quite sure what to do she raises her hands instinctively. Still shaking evidently not in the right frame of mind, he begins to speak with a nervous edge to his voice.. "Give it.. Give me something!" Quinn has absolutely no idea what he's talking about, made very clear by the look of confusion on her face, she screams back in fear "Give What?! I don't know what you want!" The man takes a minute to think, perhaps even he is not sure what he's after, clearly something is wrong with him as he stares at Quinn with bloodshot eyes, he notices the ring on her finger. "That" he yells as he points to her ring... "Give me the ring." Slowly Quinn begins to remove her ring, dropping it on the floor in front of her, the man lowers his weapon and drops to his knee's in a very primitive fashion as he looks to take the ring from the floor. Which is were Quinn's strong will comes into play, kicking the man in the fact with her high heels, forcing the heel straight into his eye. He falls back, letting out a scream of agony as blood trickles down his cheek. With his one good eye he looks up at Quinn and without a second of thought, he pulls the trigger and the thunderous echo of a Glock echo's down the alley...

The following morning, Special Agent D'Angelo St. Daniels arrives at the station, entering through the front door to see the dark haired, pale skinned receptionist behind the counter who greets him with a cheerful "Good morning Special Agent St. Daniels. Andrews and Steel are already waiting in the conference room" he lets off a quick smile "Thank you Jane" he says before turning the corner, entering the conference room packed with other officers. Detective Andrews and Officer Steel can be seen across the room at the podium. They notice St. Daniels enter the room and call for the rooms attention. Detective Andrews steps up to the podium and begins to talk. "Well ladies and gentlemen I'm going to be quite frank with you, there's no point holding back, we've got a copycat killer on the loose. He's violent, he's sick, twisted, pretty much every name in the book, but what's worse is he could be anyone. Anywhere. Officer Steel here was the officer who discovered the crimes, so she'll be the one to take you through the case today." Andrews steps down from the podium, walking around the conference room standing next to St. Daniels, the duo watch as Officer Steel gives the rundown. "As of right now, there are no suspects, in fact, based on the knowledge we have of the past Jigsaw murders, it could be anyone, and it could well be more than one person. Make no mistake, this man is a murderer, a cold blooded killer who has to be considered armed and extremely dangerous. Always be on the lookout, this man will always be two steps ahead, we've just found his first game, who is to know how many more are underway right no--" Before Steel can finish, she is interrupted by the Forensic Officer Tyson Cage from amidst the crowd. "Well technically speaking, he never actually killed anyone, he gave them a choice" Officer Steel looks over at Tyson with a stern look on her face and responds "If you give a man a gun and force him to pull the trigger that's still on you."

Officer Steel continues to talk on the podium, but while this is going on Special Agent St. Daniels and Detective Andrews leave the room and begin to walk down the corridor, talking between themselves. "I need to see the witness again." Andrews says, in which D'Angelo raises an eyebrow, "come on man, you're obsessed with this stuff, you gotta let it go, she's been through enough." The duo turn a corner to see someone burst through the front doors of the station, a man with a roughly shaven beard and thick black hair runs up to the receptionist screaming at her. "What the hell is up with that guy" a voice from behind St. Daniels and Andrews can be heard, Andrews turns around to see the magnificent beard of Tyson Cage "Jesus Tyson! Would you stop coming out of nowhere!" St. Daniels taps Andrews on the shoulders "Lets go take a look." St. Daniels and Andrews make their way to reception and out of the corner of his eye the man notices them and runs towards them. "You gotta help me!" He screams in a Scottish accent. "My fiance, she's missing." Andrews and St. Daniels take the man back to their desk and begin asking questions. "Firstly, what's your name." Andrews asks, and with a frantic look of worry on his face, the man responds "Jacob... Jacob Ziegler.. My Fiance, Quinn, oh fuck she's gone missing..." St. Daniels whips out his notepad and prepares to write down Zieglers statement. "What did she look like?" He asks. While Ziegler responds, out of the corner of his eye Detective Andrews notices officer Steel gesturing for him to come over, he pats St. Daniels on the back and tells him to continue the statement before getting to his feet and making his way over. "You think it was Jigsaw?" Steel whispers. "It's too early to tell, there's really no evidence right now, and this guy isn't in the right frame of mind to give us anything..." The two of them stare at Ziegler and St. Daniels as they talk. "Well if it is Jigsaw." She says, "We have to keep an eye on him" Andrews nods. "Good Idea." He breaks off from Steel and walks over to D'Angelo and Ziegler, "Hey, Jacob was it? Where abouts do you live? We'll have an officer take you home" Ziegler looks up towards Andrews, still a bit out of it, with the sound of defeat in his voice he murmurs. "Fifth Avenue, 51st Street" Andrews turns around, looking towards the Receptionists desk. "Our lovely receptionist Jane Lucid lives on that street, she'll give you a ride, in fact I'll get Cage to come a long too, he can always use a lift home, saves him taking the subway."

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Later that evening, Jacob Ziegler sits at his dining table, a bottle of whiskey in one hand, and picture of Quinn in the other, he takes one large swig before launching it across the room, smashing the bottle on the floor. He looks at the picture with tears rolling down his face. "I'll find you baby" barely able to speak through his emotions, he lays his head down on the table looking at the picture of Quinn, content to just fall asleep there. "I know I said I'd stop drinking, I think you'd understand" he mumbles as he strokes the picture of Quinn with his index finger.. However, as he lay there to sleep, he hears a noise coming from the other room. Staggering to his feet, he turns around... "Quinn!! Is... Is that you!" He walks across his living room, once again hearing a noise from his bathroom... He picks up some of the broken glass from the broken whiskey bottle and begins to approach.. "Whoever the fuck you are, you best come out here now!" He approaches the bathroom and bursts through the door noticing a small mouse run out through his legs, he screams "What the fuck!" and laughs to himself for a moment before heading over to his bathroom sink, where he splashes water into his face and looks into the mirror. "This whiskey is hella strong huh..." But just when he thought he'd figured out the source of the noise, he notices a movement in the shower curtain. He turns around instantly... "I know you're there motherfucker." Jacob slowly walks up to the shower curtain, he reaches out, slowly, and yanks it across pulling it back. But before he can even react a figure leaps out of the bathtub, face covered by a pigs mask as it grabs him, injecting his neck with a syringe. Jacob crumbles to the floor, slashing the air wildly with the broken glass until he can slash no more, passing out from whatever was in the syringe..

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Back at the station the next morning, Detective Andrews and Special Agent St. Daniels re-open the Jigsaw case files, looking through, attempting to find evidence or any sort of clue as to who was next in line to carry on Jigsaws work when all of a sudden, Andrews' phone rings, which he immediately answers. "Hello, this is Detective Andrews of NYPD" St. Daniels looks at him, seeing his eyes widen with horror hearing whatever is on the other end of the phone "Alright I'll be there soon" Andrews hangs up the phone, and tosses the car keys over to Special Agent St. Daniels. "Come on we gotta go" St. Daniels shakes his head confusingly, "What where?! Where are we going, who was that?" Andrews picks up his gun and badge from the desk as he answers "It was the hospital, there's been another victim, and she survived..." The duo rush out of the precinct and get into the nearest car. "This is just fucked up man" D'Angelo says as he starts the car. "We had all of the people linked to Jigsaw in custody, they're all locked away! Who the hell is doing this" Andrews gives no response, he just looks straight through the window, a dead stare. When the duo arrive at the hospital they park up next to several other Police cars already there and make their way inside where they're immediately confronted by a rather tall man of African American descent, a near bald head and a look of professionalism about him, he extends his hand to Detective Andrews and introduces himself. "Hello Detective, I am Detective Angel, Brett Angel. I've been sent from head office to work with you on this case, it is of the utmost importance." Andrews shakes his hand "That's great.... But where is the victim. I need to ask some questions.." Andrews walks a few feet forward towards the help desk when Angel puts his hand on his shoulder. "Not to worry my friend, the questioning has been done, you should give the girl a break, she's been through a lot, she doesn't need more on her plate, especially not a loud mouth Brit forcing questions down her throat" Andrews ignores him and walks down the corridor, followed loosely by Detective Angel and Special Agent St. Daniels. "Don't worry, he's always like this" D'Angelo states as they turn a corner to see Andrews talking to two other police officers standing outside a room. Andrews looks into the room to see a woman with a brown buzz cut, looking the other way out of the window. "What happened to her" Andrews asks.. "It's not pretty, she's going to need to wear a mask for a long time.. Her name is Raiden Brooks. She was found stumbling around in Manhattan with her jaw near enough hanging off and skin hanging off from around her face, she's not coping well" Andrews walks into the room and sits down across the room from her, she turns, to face Andrews, scar tissue around the entire outline of her face and some sort of device over her mouth covering any damage, allowing her to breath properly. "Hello Raiden, I am Detective Andrews are you able to speak, what happened?" he asks... She nods, turning towards him.. She slowly removes the mask to reveal acidic burn marks around the entirety of her lower face, her lips burnt off, her inner jaw clearly visible as she begins to tell her story..

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It was a well lit room, but that didn't matter. Raiden Brooks woke up with nothing but her arms bound to a chair, a big yellow mask on her face with a black smile on the front of it. There were no eye holes, she squirmed around, unable to see "Help" she screamed as she pulled at her bindings. After several tugs her arms became free, and she got up to her feet, standing on a pressure pad linked to a monitor in the wall. She couldn't see, but she could hear.. The familiar eerie voice played through it... "Hello Raiden, much like many others you don't know what it's like to appreciate life. Born into a family of wealth you have never had to take life seriously. But today if you wish to survive you truly will learn to appreciate life. The device on your face is one of my personal favourites. It is a mask super glued to the outline of your face, representative of the way the drugs you take make you feel. Happiness, like a ray of Sunshine. The only way for you to remove it, is to tear it from your face. Now, you can choose to not act, but if you do not act, the smile on that mask will be the only face you have left for there is an acidic substance slowly burning through the lining of the mask on your head and if you do not act fast. Your real face will be left in ruin, leaving you with nothing but the fake smile on the exterior much like that of the fake high you feel as you waste your life with a life of drugs. Live or die Raiden, the choice is yours."

Raiden begins tugging her mask, but every time she touches it, a sharp pain can be felt across her face as the skin slowly rips off with the superglue. After ten seconds pass, she raises her hands to the top of her head, prying her fingernails underneath the mask to which she begins to pull, ripping the the edge of her scalp off with it. She lets out a slight yell as she begins to feel he skin burning around her mouth, tasting her own blood on her tongue she rips the top half of the mask off, blood trickling down the side of her face as she regains her vision. With the pain becoming almost too much for her to handle, she expends whatever energy she has left, ripping the mask off of her face, throwing it across the room and she collapses to the floor. Skin hanging off of her face, blood dripping everywhere as she screams in agony, the overwhelming sense of pain bearing down on her. She staggers to her feet, grasping what is left of her mouth with her hands, but instead of skin, she feels the hard edges of her teeth where her cheeks should be. Raiden looks around the room for a door which she stumbles over to, opening it and staggering out onto what seems to be a construction site in the middle of Manhattan....

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"My god" Special Agent St. Daniels mumbles. Andrews, Angel and St. Daniels all leave the room and Detective Angel immediately turns to Detective Andrews "You didn't have to do that" he shouts "I could have given you all of that information she had already talked to me, you didn't need to put her through that traumatic experience again! You can't be so obsessive Andrews! Put some other people before yourself for a change!" Andrews, realising the error of his ways walks off down the hall, essentially disregarding everything Detective Angel said to him. He turns the corner towards the exit and see's Officer Steel pull up to the hospital, Andrews runs outside to see what's up... "Andrews" she shouts... "You remember this man" Officer Steel passes him a picture of the man Detective Andrews and Agent St. Daniels took a statement from yesterday. "Jacob Ziegler, yeah I remember him, his fiance went missing. What happened?!" Steel nods her head. "I asked the two officers you had escort him home yesterday to check on him on their way to the station..." Andrews grabs Steel by the shoulders "What happened Steel" she looks up at him "They said he wasn't at his house, there was glass on the floor, signs of a struggle. He's missing, Andrews.

Ziegler is missing.