“Amanda, bring her in.” Jigsaw said. Amanda wheeled in a girl on a wheelchair. She was unconscious. “Put on the device.” Jigsaw ordered. Amanda strapped on a neck strap with four bomb on all sides of her neck. Amanda pressed a button and the chair started sending an electrical current through itself. The girl woke up with a jolt.
“Hello Stephanie.” Jigsaw said. “I need your help.”
“Where am I?!” She looked down and saw three bombs on her neck.
“Yes, those are bombs on your neck.” Jigsaw said. He chuckled and the chuckle turned to laugh and then the laugh turned to a cough. He looked at his hand and it had blood on it.
“You sound awful.” Stephanie said. “Why do you need my help?”
“I have a tumor in my brain.” Jigsaw said. “I don’t have very long to live and I still have one more thing that I need to do. I need a little more time.”
“O-Ok I think I can do that. First, I’ll need to take a look.”

Steven opened the door to the next chamber. There was a man who looked about twenty strapped into a stretcher. On a table next to him was a tape player. He played it.
“This is the man that killed your son.” The voice on the player said. “There are 4 keys in this room. You have ten minutes to find them all. Or else the stretcher that he is laying on will send a lethal electrical pulse through his body. Good luck.”
Steven scrambled around the room in search for the four keys. He found one lodged in a steam pipe. He pulled and felt a sharp pain. He looked at his hands and they were blistered from burns. The key was hot from the steam pipe. He looked around and saw no other way to take the key out. So he grabbed the key and pulled. His hands were burning. He finally pulled the key out. It was still hot. But he rushed to the stretcher and unlocked one strap. He searched some more.
He found another one in a glass container filled with a yellow liquid. There was a piece of paper on the glass that said “HYDROCHLORIC ACID.” He took a minute to find the courage to reach in there. He did it. He pulled out the key and dropped it on the floor. His hand was in excruciating pain. He wiped his hand on his shirt to try to get rid of the acid. He picked up the key and ran back to the stretcher. He unlocked the second strap and he found the third key sitting deep inside of a crematory. He couldn’t reach it, so he put his body inside to grab it. The crematory was tight so he had to wriggle through. The temperature was rising.
He looked down and saw a fire starting beneath him. He had to hurry. He grabbed it and turned around. The door was closed! He panicked and crawled to the door. It wouldn’t budge. The door was locked. He continued to panic and then he calmed down. He remembered all the people he killed to get to where he was now. How he tried to take his own life. He laid down and accepted the fact that he deserved this. The fire started to blaze. It went up and touched his back. He winced in pain. And the fire rose to the top of the crematory completely engulfing him in flames. This was the end for Steven. The last words he heard over the intercom were “Game over.”

“Oh my god,” Stephanie said “this is the worst brain tumor I have ever seen!”
“Is there anything that I can do to help?” Amanda asked.
“Yeah, can you pass me that razor?”
Amanda handed Stephanie the razor. She turned it on and shaved Jigsaw’s head. When she was done, she grabbed a scalpel. “I’m gonna need you to stay as still as you can, okay?”
“Okay.” Jigsaw said in a raspy, weak voice.
Stephanie started to cut into the scalp. She cut until there was a square showing the skull.
“Can you pass me the bone saw?” Stephanie asked. Amanda gave her the bonesaw. “I’m going to cut out a piece of his skull to release pressure on the tumor.”
“Just make it quick.” Jigsaw said.
When Stephanie finished the surgery, she stitched the skin back on on injected Jigsaw with painkillers.
“Now we are going to leave him to rest for a few hours.” Stephanie said.
“No, I’m not leaving him alone.” Amanda replied
“Okay, sure. Stay here and watch him”
After about 2 hours of waiting, Stephanie walked back it to see Amanda crying at Jigsaw’s side, Stephanie looked at the monitor. Flat line.
“He’s gone” she said.
“You failed. You killed him.” Amanda picked up the detonator for her collar. “Now, you’re going to join him!”
“FBI, down on the ground!” Someone screamed and up came a group of armed men.
come any closer or she’s dead!” Amanda threatened, holding the detonator high. “Ma’am, drop the detonator. The agent replied and he took a step forward. BOOM! The collar went off. Everyone in the room died.

At the morgue, they were doing the autopsy on Jigsaw.
“White male, six foot one, 72 years old.” The doctor said. “Cause of death, brain tumor. It appears that someone attempted to do surgery on the brain.”
They searched the rest of his body and found a tape in his stomach. When they played it, it said: “If you are hearing this, then I am dead. Yes, I am the Jigsaw killer. I may be dead but my work is not done, I have people that are willing to finish what I have started. “You have lost. Game. Over.”