(Eclipse)

"'Nother victim huh?" I said crouching over the body (or what used to be the body) of a pony who was another victim of the sick bastard's trap.

"Wolfe Vladeck. Born in Russia and moved to Equestria." My partner said flipping through I folder. "Well I be damned."

"What is it?" I said as he handed me a paper labeled "Crime Record".

"Guy's wanted for molesting foals in both Russia and Equestria, sexual battering, and breaking parole."

"Sir, we found something." A officer said levitating me a voice recorder. The whole room was silent as the button was pushed and an old raspy voice came on.

"Hello Wolfe. I want to play a game. For years you have raped, stole, and molested. Now, I offer you redemption for your crimes. You are sealed in this room and strapped to a device that will kill you with syringes full of a mixture of arsenic and kerosene will be injected into your jugular vein . You have sixty seconds to deactivate the device and escape the room. Where's the key you might ask? Well, lets just say the little thing that'll save your life, is in the little thing that has ruined it. Let the game begin." The entire room was stunned but broke when the chimes of my cellphone rang.

"Hey honey." I said with a smile and hearing a whine in the background.

"Hey baby. Um you think you can come home and help with Cupcake. He's been crying for hours and I'm kinda tired." I could actually hear the sleepiness in her voice.

"Yeah Pinkie. I'll be home in a hour. Love you."

"Love you too." I heard the click and a silent buzz.

"I want this sick twisted bastard found." I said making my way out of the strange complex and making my way towards home.

I entered my home new home at Sugarcube Corner and saw my pink wife cradling and crying dark-as-night fur foal. "Oh thank Celestia you're home. How did the whole noise disturbance go." She said giving me a peck on the cheek.

"Wasn't just that. Jigsaw struck somepony named Wolfe. The only connections that any of the victims have with each other is a criminal record and you're asleep are you?" I was right. She was snoozing like a foal and my foal was finally sleeping. (I've always had some strange ability which makes foals like me better). I left Pinkie to her slumber on the couch to take Cupcake up to her room and gently played her under a blanket and made it down the stair to nudge Pinkie awake.

"Come on Pinks, let's get some sleep." She silently agreed to my request and we both made our way to our bedroom.

I was awoken to a loud ring of my phone and turned to see it was my partner's number. "Better have a-"

"We found him." my partner said cutting me off. "We dotted his location to 825 Leviathan Street."

Leviathan Street?

"Isn't that the old warehouse that was an old steel manufacturing plant?"

"Exactly. You gotta come down here."

"Fine. Anything to see this sicko go down." I said as I rose from my bed and grabbed my jacket, but stopped to an groggy angelic voice behind me.

"What's wrong baby."

"We found Jigsaw. I'll be back in a while." I said giving her a kiss on her lips and closing the door behind me.

"You sure want to do this sir?" My partner said hooving me a gun.

"I'm the lead detective on this case and want to see the look on the bastard's face wen we get him." I stood behind a small group of stallions dressed in bulletproof vests and helmets. "Alright colt, lets break these doors."

On cue, the lead gunner broke down the door stirring up dust and wood chips and revealed a dark gloomy place filled with boxes

"Clear." One of the officers said as I entered and spotted a stairway.

"Check the stairs." I said, motioning him towards the stairs.

He took one trot, then another, then another, then what appeared to be a puppet was waiting at the top. It just sat there for what felt like minutes then…

"EEEUUHAHAHA! EEUUHAHAHA!" The puppet's horrific laugh was only matched (if not covered) by the sound of screeching metal and the agonizing pain of one of the squad members.

"AHHHHH!! MY LEG!!" He wasn't over exaggerating. His leg was pinned between a concrete sandwich. We managed the open the trap a little, but just enough for him to drag his mangled leg out and a loud CRASH sound filled the warehouse from the two slabs of concrete smashing together.

"MOVE! MOVE! MOVE!" The lead pony demanded as we embarked up the stairs into what seemed to be a workshop, but this was no hammer and screwdriver workshop. No, this workshop had unspeakable marks of evil torture devices which I have seen (and occasionally had to help the dead poor soul out of) either strapped to a dummy, halfway completed, and already done their job.

"How sick does your life how to be to make these and put ponies in them for your own twisted fantasy?" One of the ponies asked me.

"Pretty sick." I said as I spotted another door at the end of the hall. "He's behind that door. I just know it." I brought my ear closer to the door and heard noises behind it.

"Okay colts. ONE…TWO…THREE!" I busted down the door to see at the other side of it the killer with his muzzle down and a black and red robe.

"Jigsaw, you are under arrest on charges of murder, kidnapping, and mutilation." He held his hooves in the air and raised his muzzle to reveal his time riddled face.

"Wait, he's hooked up to life support." One of the squad members said as I examined Jigsaw's surroundings. He was hooked up to a IV and a heart monitor that looked very low.

I entered the caged room to see a smile on his face. "Hello detective Eclipse. I was wondering when you would arrive." He let out a small laugh.

"What's so funny Jigsaw. You're cornered, outnumbered. You have no control right now." I said as a look of seriousness took his face.

"First of all, don't call me Jigsaw, My name is John Kramer. Jigsaw is a name that the cops and the media made up. Second, I have more control of this situation than you have." His last sentence took me by surprised. What does he mean when he says "I have more control."

"What are you playing Jig.. I mean John. You're put numbered and out gunned. You have-"

"I don't mean them. I mean I have more control over you right now." He cut me off and once again confused me.

"What?"

"Look under the cloth, Eclipse." He positioned his hoof towards a lumpy blanket.

I levitated the blanket to see computer screens with what I couldn't believe what I saw. It was a live video of a stallion sitting in a chair with what obviously was trap on him. But, what disturbed me even more, it was somepony I knew. My best friend was in that room. That pony was my adopted brother Ezio.

(Ezio)

Pain over filled my head as my eyes slowly opened. All I remember was trotting to a music store, then a sharp pain in my neck and then I felt really sleepy.

"What the hay." My vision began to regain from it's fuzzyness to reveal I was staring down into needles. "WHat the hay!" I snapped back to feel a sharp pain in my right eye and to see I was at an unknown location and to make things worst, there was a puppet on the tv talking to me.

"Hello Evonchae, or should I say Ezio. You may be wondering where you are?"

No shit

"Well, you are in your redemption. What you are in here because of your hatred towards life. How you blame everypony for your horrible life. Going through orphanage to orphanage. Foster care to foster care. Your attempts of failed suicides, your massive drug addiction have lead you here. The device you are strapped to is a favorite of mine. I call it the maiden's mask, but what the pigs call it the Venus flytrap. It is set to go off in two minutes unless you find the key. Where is it you may ask? Well, take a good hard look at yourself and you will see the answer. Oh, and if you decide not to play. Then your wife and son will pay the price. So Ezio, let the game begin."