Saw Ii Flesh & Blood Novels & Stories

I have gone strong with every life I took and the terror I bring. I was in front of him now and as I went closer he could see that my face is drenched in blood. Tears of crimson are flowing out of my eyes, the gaping wound in my left wrist rotting while blood and pus are coming out of it. It was me he was seeing, the real me.

The blood pooling around the corpse began to tremble as if drawn by an unseen force. The man’s skin began to bubble and boil, flesh melting away as an unholy heat consumed the body. The corpse convulsed, its veins bulging as if something within were trying to claw its way out. A sickening squelch echoed as flesh and bone gave way. With a grotesque pop, the corpse exploded, sending chunks of flesh and viscera splattering across the hall. A crimson mist rose from the remains, swirling in the air like a vortex before being drawn into the Overseer’s glowing palm. The bones, stripped of all flesh, clattered to the floor, their surfaces blackened and charred.

The camera zoomed in instantly, giving a close-up of death. The rapidly rotating sawtooth started between her legs and instantly tore apart her pants. Then, flesh and meat, mixed with blood, splattered out from the sawtooth, her originally open stomach was now sawed apart vertically from the middle without any resistance. Her intestines were also sawed apart by the chainsaw. They flowed out from her stomach and scattered all over the ground. It was as if a bunch of snakes had crawled out from her stomach!

"Wait. Whatever you want, I can give it to you. Money, anything. I'm taking both of them with me." Ethan steadied himself and regained his composure as he locked his sharp eyes onto Amber. Anyone else might have been intimidated, but Amber was not one to scare easily. She did not even lift her gaze before waving her hand. Tara panicked as her tears spilled uncontrollably while Ethan's eyes stayed on her, filled with nothing but heartache and tenderness. At that moment, I probably looked like the greatest villain of all. It was as if I was someone who had torn apart the fated love story of two star-crossed lovers.

I stood up slowly then found myself in the middle of corpses. I remembered the previous ordeal, I was too surprised to say anything, the shooter was just a boy, one I had known, my own brother Ikem. They had gotten to him turned him into a machine only bent on destruction. I saw the fear written in his face, the terror of the blood he had shed, his eyes coloured of marijuana.

I run into the woods, blood, I need blood. I sniff, there's a human in here, I look around, noticing two elderly couple walking and smiling at each other. I lick my lips. I speed in front of them which startled them. I quickly grab the old man neck and suck out all the blood in his vain, making the old lady scream. The man fell from my hand lifelessly, my eyes turn red, my demons showing itself, I look at the terrified woman before grabbing her and finishing what I started. *****"**

He puts lids on them and straws and then holds the cup out to me and says, “You’re welcome to it, if you want it.” I’m hesitant, but my grumbling tummy doesn’t give me much of an option. As I take the cup from his hands, my fingers brush against his and I’m alarmed by how cold they are. It felt colder than ice and I wish I could hold his hands and warm them up in mine. He tells me, “We get the blood from blood drives or animals we’ve caught in the forest. We try hard not to have to drink from tap. Especially with humans, although, some of us has more restraint than others.” He rolls his eyes with that last sentence and I can’t help but wonder what he means by that. Who has less restraint? I

Her entire arm turned black already and the black veins reached her neck. A mini-scythe appeared on Grip’s free hand. He slit his wrist where his mark was located. His blood dripped and a drop fell beneath us. It rippled in my ears so clear and vivid like dripping water in a faucet. The place suddenly illuminated washing away darkness lingering on Gugu.

A shadow stretched over him, blotting out the weak morning sun. The lead blood-born entity stood at the edge of the ridge. Up close, it was colossal, its pale, rubbery flesh glistening with the dark brine of the Atlantic trenches. It tilted its featureless head, the massive, unhinged jaw twitching as its rows of translucent, needle-like fangs dripped black, corrosive saliva onto the heather.