Sister\'s Shadowpaw VS Jigsaw
Sisters Shadowpaw VS Jigsaw
Spice groaned quietly, opening her eyes. Her head felt like it was going to split open, pounding with every second. Drugged....she'd been drugged. She was sitting in a chair, in the middle of a small, empty room. The walls had been stripped bare, and the room smelled strongly of mildew and mold. She was in a basement of some type, somewhere. Her memory was fuzzy. The last thing she could recall was getting into her car...
The room was cold, and the carpet was non existent. Several old pipes hung above her, and others stuck out of the wall in areas near by. Next to her, looked to be a smallish T.V. and as she turned to it, it flicked to life, buzzing with static for a moment, before a small fox appeared. Only it wasn't really a fox- it was more like a puppet of some kind. It had a bright white face, and little red swirls around it's cheeks and dull, soulless eyes. He seemed to look at her as she stared at it, and it's hinged mouth dropped open.
"Hello Spice. I want to play a game."
"...w, what the hell?"
"I've watched you for a long time, Spice. Watched your life as a police officer, a fire fighter, and several occupations in which you are a 'hero' Always putting away bad guys, aren't you Spice? Striving to find that one day where you can forgive yourself for never defending your sister, like an elder sibling should. You will need to forgive yourself if...hey, I'm not done talking!" The puppet cried as Spice suddenly got up from the chair she was sitting in. There was a huge, heavy door against one of the walls. Thick, metal, and covered in a heavy padlock. Jigsaw growled.
"Focus! HEY! HEY there's a game I want to play! Spice. The room is slowly filling with a nerve toxin that will limit your strength and force you to...are you even listening? There's a key to the door, but you...hey!!" The puppet whined, as Spice peered at the door a few moments longer. She took a deep breath, just as the sides of the room began to hiss- the puppet wasn't joking- gas was seeping into the room. That was fine. She could hold her breath for as long as necessary. She stared at the lock a moment longer, reached a paw back, and punched it as hard as she could. The lock shattered instantly, collapsing into bits at the wolf's feet. Spice gave a satisfied grin, as the puppet's mouth dropped open on the T.V.
"...W, what the...how in the hell did you DO that?! That gas should have knocked out an elephant!! Wait, n, no! Y, you can't leave! Come back! There's a dude in the corner! Hey! Did you even see him?! Look at the dude! There's a key in him! Hey! The dude!!! ...FUCK!!!"
Spark yawned, blinking her eyes open as she looked around groggily. She'd be about to lock up Beautiful Twilight when someone had approached her from the alley...that was the last thing she could remember. She looked around with a soft whimper, observing the room. The room looked like a small office. Cold concrete underneath her butt, bare stripped walls, a glass door that was covered in rusty, iron bars. Next to that, there was a large filing cabinet. And next to where she was sitting, was a T.V.
"Running from your past Sparkle. Always running, always fleeing, always drinking. The bottle can't hide your pain for long...and Most people don't even realize how lucky they are to feel such pain. Sparkle, I want to play a game. "
"Huh? W, wait, what's going on?"
"In the cabinet you fill find several broken bottles of beer. The moment you open that cabinet, you will be showered with them. Somewhere in there, is a key. If you wish to escape this room, you have one minute, until the door remains locked- forever." The puppet said with a sinister chuckle. Sparkle blinked.
"So, what you're saying, is that I need to open that cabinet, and tons of broken beer bottles will collapse atop of me. And out of them I need to find a key? That's stupid. That's a stupid Idea. Did you know I can teleport. I think I wanna do that instead.
"Hehehe, your cute little parlor tricks will not assist you here. You may be a mage on stage, but you've no one too impress with your illusions."
"...N, no. No seriously. I can "Blink" too. I mean, it's real magic. here, Lemme show you..." Sparkle explained, and suddenly, the wolf vanished in a purple burst of smoke. Jigsaw's muzzle dropped open.
"......wait what? Where did you go?" Hello?" He asked. The room was completely empty. Suddenly, the wolf reappeared, wearing a colorful poncho.
"...Uh...kaaaaay."
"Hey there! I'm back. I went to Mexico and picked up this awesome souvenir. It is a poncho, and it is snuggly. Long distance travel through extra dimensional portals during a blink is a total strain on my abilities. Long story short, I have a poncho. So, anyway, I've got some stuff to do tonight, so I'll uh...actually I'll never see you again. Heh, bye, bye. Good luck with that "beer bottle trap" The wolf quipped and suddenly, she vanished again. The puppet gave a sigh and groaned
"Didn't have to call my idea stupid....bitch." He sniffled. This was not turning out well at all...
Sugar looked around slowly, seated in a chair in the middle of a small dark room. She couldn't see a thing, but she was certain things were not in her favor. The last thing she could remember was sitting down in her office to file some paperwork...
Suddenly, next to her, a shining box of light appeared- a T.V. and on it...
"Jigsaw. Infamous serial killer. To what do I owe the surprise?" The wolf asked in a calm, cool demeanor. Jigsaw chuckled.
"I am not surprised you've heard of me. Sugar. I want to play a game. Your repetition for smartest women on the planet holds true. You have spent your entire life, running away from emotion. Avoiding becoming close to others, and shunning love as if it were a disease. Tonight, you will find that the help of others, will be the most important thing you can count on, and not your brain. " The puppet chuckled. Sugar seemed unfazed. The room suddenly exploded into light, filling Sugar's vision and momentarily blinding her. When her eyes cleared and became accustom to what she could see, she frowned. There were several other furs surrounding her, all of them seeming unconscious, or dying.
"There is a number located on each of the furs in the room, Sugar. You'll have to discover the number if you wish to escape through the door behind you. Of course, the location of the numbers on the furs is a secret, as is your own. The only way to find out, is to look inside yourself for the answ-
"The combination is 10, 9, 7, 19, 1, 23." Sugar quipped softly, closing her eyes. The puppet on the television's jaw dropped open.
"HOW IN THE HELL DID YOU FIGURE THAT OUT?!....I...I mean no it's not."
"Yes it is."
"L, look...Wha...HOW?! HOW DID YOU DO THAT?!
"Mathematics, calculations, deductive reasoning."
"No. No way man. No way! That...yo, you didn't even touch the lock! You didn't even...H, HOW?!
"I shall take my leave."
"Well...Look...Look, I...I kinda went though a lot of trouble to set all this up...d, do you think you could close the door after you...so...the others will...n, no, that won't work cause you have a number on you too. Fuck. FUCK! You know what, FINE! GO! GET OUT! I didn't wanna play games with you anyway!! FUCKING BITCH!!!" The puppet snarled, and the T.V. flickered off.
"Shine...Okay, wake up...you've been asleep for a long time. Hello? HEY! The drug should have lasted for twenty minutes, it's been three hours! GET UP! " The small glowing box next to the wolf screamed. Shine was lying on her side in the corner of the room, her eyes closed one arm tugged up, wrapped securely in a steel shackle that was connected to the wall.
"Five more minutes..."
"No, wake up Shine. I want to play a game."
"Chess?"
"Uh...N, No. No it isn't chess."
"I don't like chess. The little pieces are too confusing."
"We aren't playing chess."
I always try to hop over the other pieces, but only the rook can do that. "
"You mean the knight. I mean, NO! Damn it, we aren't playing CHESS! Wake up and look around you!! You are in a room with a door that has a time release lock on it. In one hour, the room is going to lock, and you will need to find-
"Then what can the rook do?"
"WE AREN'T PLAYING CHESS!"
"Monopoly?"
"NO! NO We...Ok. Ok. ...I'm going to start again. We are going to play a game. It isn't a board game. It is a game of my own design, where the prize, is your life. If you survive. Most people do not realize how lucky they are to be alive. You specifically, Miss Shadowpaw. You are rich, you are well known as a famous movie star, and you treat everyone around you as stepping stones to get to the top of society's pyramid. I am going to teach you humility and....Shine? .....SHINE?! Did you go back to sleep?! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?! HEY! WAKE UP!
"But I don't wanna play chess..."
"....OK...I.,...Ok. Ok. I'm just gonna kill you. I don't even want to play anymore. "
"Wait, what?"
"LISTEN TO ME! WAKE UP, AND LOOK AROUND YOU?!"
"Ewww, Ick. Is this the set of the movie?"
"This isn't a movie. This is real life."
"I don't recall starting so early. Who's the lead male?"
"...I...Ok, first, it's six in the evening. Second, This isn't a MOVIE."
"I don't do documentaries. Oh, is this a porn?! I'm sorry, I stopped doing those LONG ago.
"You...you seriously cannot be this stupid. No one can. You have been KIDNAPPED! I have KIDNAPPED YOU!"
"..."
"I swear to God, if you went back to sleep...WAKE UP!"
"Huh? Wha? Checkmate! Shoot...uh...Touch down? What inning is it?"
"...Ya know, I was gonna tell you the rules of my game, but I think you're gonna lose. I really do. Listen, here's what you have to do-"
"But I don't want to do a porn. Hehehe, I'm going to fire Kevin. He's my agent. Cute guy, about 6 something. Jaggy...or maybe he's a snow lion. He's a cat with spots...I think he's a cat. Anyway, you musta met him when you guys were setting this up. How much am I getting paid? Actually, forget that, like, who's the main male? He'd better be hunky. One time, I was doing this one shot, where the guy has to fuck me in missionary right, and he gets on top of me, and he's like, totally ugly! He was this warthog! Can you believe they'd pair me with something like that?! Ugliest guy, EVER! That was way back when though, Like, I totally don't do that stuff anymore, cept you know, occasionally sleep with like the director. Hehehee, but that'll be our secret, Mr. Director. Do you do action movies? I once had a role in a movie that started Mel Gibson, and lemme tell ya- the stories are true! I mean, the guy had to wear his skivvies in this one scene, and-
"Shine."
"And he was sooooooo hot. I mean, I was THIS close to jumping his bones, I mean, right there one set! I even got to see underneath, but that was a completely different story. I almost got cast in Tomb Raider too. It has nothing to do with Mel, but whew! Good thing I dodged that stinker! Did you ever see it?!
"Seriously. Listen to me. You are going to die."
"It wasn't that bad, but Angelina? Have you seen that woman's face? Like a baboon's ass plastered to her muzzle. YEESH! I could have done such a better job if they had picked me, but Nooooo the producers wanted a feline for the role. What a gyp. You know, once, my sister told me that was short for Gypsy. What a gypsy. I don't think that's very nice. Same with the term "Cotton picking minute" Do you have any idea what that really means? It's terrible! Speaking of terrible things, have you heard of what's been going on in Boston? Now I admit, I'm not the brightest bulb in the box, but I can tell the difference between a bomb and a light bright. I wish I had one of those then I was a kid. I never got to play with one, but I was THIS close to having my own pony...
"You know what? I can wait here just as long as you can. When you get tired of running your mouth, I'll be ready to play with you."
Some time later....
"Lady! You, have been talking, for thirty, two, hours!! How have you not fallen to dehydration?! HOW ARE YOU NOT DEAD?!"
"And that why I think I'd make a great president. I mean if Arnold can be a governor, why can't I run for office? I don't really have a platform, but I think I can pull something together with enough time. My friends say I'm very charismatic. Do you think it's possible that someone can be TOO charismatic? I don't think so, I think-
The was a loud CLICK from the door at the other end of the room.
"I've unlocked the door. Please. Please leave. The key to your shackle is under the mat you are lying on. Take it, and get out." The puppet whined.
"That is so rude! I haven't even finished my story yet! What kind of movie is this anyway? I really honestly, don't remember being given a script at all, and WHERE is that water I asked for hours ago? This is the worst service I've ever had! I want to talk to the producer, NOW! This is ridiculous, and I won't tolerate it another second, When I'm through with you, you'll never work in this town again! And another thing, the...
Several hours later.
"Shine. I want you to know, that I have a pistol in my hand, and it is pointed at my temple. I am playing Russian roulette with an automatic. You did this to me and I hate you. Nothing can prepare a person for the sweet embrace of death like you can. Way to be." There was a gunshot in the background of the T.V. and suddenly, the picture went dead.
Several hours later.
"Jenny! Hey, look I just got off a movie set with some guy who really didn't know what was going on. Yeah, heh, it was weird, the guy really REALLY wanted to play chess for some reason. Yeah, hehehe, I think it was a horror, but the script was shoddy and the lightening was terrible. I know, I can't believe how I keep getting roped into these things. I mean, I THINK it was a horror. Either that or some porn. Yeah, I KNOW, I don't do those anymore. I wonder if Kevin knows that. Yeah, I bet he does." Shine babbled into her cell phone, while her limo drove towards Malibu.
"Yeah, I'm going to take a few days off, the service was terrible, and my mouth is totally parched. Anyway, I'm gonna get out of her for a while, sit on the beach and sunbath or something. Yeah, hehehe, ok ok, I KNOW! That's so totally what I should do! I haven't had some of those for like ages! It'll be like, awesome. Ok! Ok, I'll talk to you later!" She laughed, and shut the phone, giving a groan. Some people just never shut up on the phone. She was glad she wasn't like that, yabbering away like some idiot. She gave a soft sigh and leaned back in the seat of the limo. Life was good, although she briefly wondered what became of that weird movie that guy tried to get her to do. She chuckled. It'd probably be D-T-V. She honestly couldn't think of a horror movie about someone chained to a wall and have it be worth anything at all.
The end.
(just for giggles)