Saw week trap write up
Wake up, 16CB. [Axel blinks. A moment ago, he was in the biodome, just about to go back to his room-- when did he get here? There's a deep pool of water just to his left, he's on a three foot square platform with a door. Standing, he tests it, not really expecting it to open]
Okay, what's the catch?
To escape, all you need to do is release the key from your arm.
Wha..? [He looks down at his arm, covered by his leather coat. He shoves up the shoves as far as he can, a black X in his skin, the shape of a regular key just visible through his skin.] The hell?
The only way to release it is to find the only sharp icicle at the bottom of the tank. You have eight minutes before the room floods and you will drown. Good luck.
[The voice goes silent and a clock lights up on the wall reading 8:00, 7:59, 7:58. He tries to summon his chakrams, but he can't. They don't come.] Wait... [He blinks, putting two and two together] In there--
[He crouches down, gloved fingers skimming the surface of the water. He hisses when he can feel the cold even through the leather] Shit. [He looks over the edge, into the tank, but as soon as the clock hits 7:30, the water start to rise slowly, a thin layer covering the platform. He curses again, standing up and unzipping his coat, throwing it into the tank. Shucking his boots off, he stands at the edge, looking down into it and breathing hard. It's freezing, he doesn't know how deep it is. He wouldn't admit it, but he's scared. It's not even a feeling, it's a physical reaction. His breath is racing and his mind feels like it's gone into over drive. He traces the shape of the key, cringing. 6:23.
[Swallowing hard, he closes his eyes. He's still for a long while, unable to make himself move, but he cracks an eye open and the clock reads 5:40 and without another moment of hesitation he pitches himself into the tank.
[He wants to scream as the water crashes over him. the cold feels like it's eating away at his skin, but he makes himself swim forward, tugging at the water. He's a terrible swimmer, but at least he knows how. He can't see the bottom, but he forces himself to keep going, his gloves water logged and heavy, but he's loathed to take them off in this cold.
[What feels like forever later, his lungs screaming for air, he hits the bottom, eyes squinting against the freezing water for the icicle. Of course it's an icicle. He grabs it, his fingers barely able to grip it hard enough to break it off from the floor, water making it slippery. He maneuvers to kick it and it breaks, hands fumbling to keep it.
[He can barely think, muscles burning, but he kicks off from the bottom, legs flailing to try and get him up as fast as he can. It seems as though the water never ends and his vision is going blurry, but he sees black-- his coat-- suspended in the water. It gives him some kind of hope even as his body is about to give up and he kicks hard, pulling at the water with his arms, hand firm around the icicle. The door-- but he can't he needs air, he needs to hope there's still air.
[Finally, he breaks the surface, gasping. His lungs are heaving and he feels a rush, almost making him black out as he finally gets air. He vaguely registers that the clock reads 3:27. Time. He has time. His fingers are numb, and he drags the glove off of his right hand with his teeth. He grits his teeth as he touches the ice with his skin, a sinking feeling in his stomach as he sees that it's melted-- but it's still sharp enough, he thinks.
[He stares at the X on his left arm, raising the icicle and cringing as he slices through his skin, sinking as he forgets to tread water. Red and darkness stains the water and he screams into it, dropping the icicle and grabbing blindly for the key. His fingers can barely move but he grabs the key.
[1:58. He grasps it too hard, his left arm clutched to his chest. searching for the door. He spots it, then kicks up for breath, gasping before making himself go under again, kicking towards it. He grabs the handle, air bubbles escaping him as he tries to shove the key into the lock, missing over and over again since his fingers are too numb. He glances at the clock, barely visible in the water. 1:17. He manages to get it in, using both hands to turn it and the door bursts open, washing him out in a rush of water and he crashes down into the stream in the biodome. He looks up just in time to see the door shut, disappearing into the wall.
[He pulls himself up onto the bank of the stream, collapsing there in a drenched, shivering, bleeding heap, his faciliberry just where he left it before he was taken]
Okay, what's the catch?
To escape, all you need to do is release the key from your arm.
Wha..? [He looks down at his arm, covered by his leather coat. He shoves up the shoves as far as he can, a black X in his skin, the shape of a regular key just visible through his skin.] The hell?
The only way to release it is to find the only sharp icicle at the bottom of the tank. You have eight minutes before the room floods and you will drown. Good luck.
[The voice goes silent and a clock lights up on the wall reading 8:00, 7:59, 7:58. He tries to summon his chakrams, but he can't. They don't come.] Wait... [He blinks, putting two and two together] In there--
[He crouches down, gloved fingers skimming the surface of the water. He hisses when he can feel the cold even through the leather] Shit. [He looks over the edge, into the tank, but as soon as the clock hits 7:30, the water start to rise slowly, a thin layer covering the platform. He curses again, standing up and unzipping his coat, throwing it into the tank. Shucking his boots off, he stands at the edge, looking down into it and breathing hard. It's freezing, he doesn't know how deep it is. He wouldn't admit it, but he's scared. It's not even a feeling, it's a physical reaction. His breath is racing and his mind feels like it's gone into over drive. He traces the shape of the key, cringing. 6:23.
[Swallowing hard, he closes his eyes. He's still for a long while, unable to make himself move, but he cracks an eye open and the clock reads 5:40 and without another moment of hesitation he pitches himself into the tank.
[He wants to scream as the water crashes over him. the cold feels like it's eating away at his skin, but he makes himself swim forward, tugging at the water. He's a terrible swimmer, but at least he knows how. He can't see the bottom, but he forces himself to keep going, his gloves water logged and heavy, but he's loathed to take them off in this cold.
[What feels like forever later, his lungs screaming for air, he hits the bottom, eyes squinting against the freezing water for the icicle. Of course it's an icicle. He grabs it, his fingers barely able to grip it hard enough to break it off from the floor, water making it slippery. He maneuvers to kick it and it breaks, hands fumbling to keep it.
[He can barely think, muscles burning, but he kicks off from the bottom, legs flailing to try and get him up as fast as he can. It seems as though the water never ends and his vision is going blurry, but he sees black-- his coat-- suspended in the water. It gives him some kind of hope even as his body is about to give up and he kicks hard, pulling at the water with his arms, hand firm around the icicle. The door-- but he can't he needs air, he needs to hope there's still air.
[Finally, he breaks the surface, gasping. His lungs are heaving and he feels a rush, almost making him black out as he finally gets air. He vaguely registers that the clock reads 3:27. Time. He has time. His fingers are numb, and he drags the glove off of his right hand with his teeth. He grits his teeth as he touches the ice with his skin, a sinking feeling in his stomach as he sees that it's melted-- but it's still sharp enough, he thinks.
[He stares at the X on his left arm, raising the icicle and cringing as he slices through his skin, sinking as he forgets to tread water. Red and darkness stains the water and he screams into it, dropping the icicle and grabbing blindly for the key. His fingers can barely move but he grabs the key.
[1:58. He grasps it too hard, his left arm clutched to his chest. searching for the door. He spots it, then kicks up for breath, gasping before making himself go under again, kicking towards it. He grabs the handle, air bubbles escaping him as he tries to shove the key into the lock, missing over and over again since his fingers are too numb. He glances at the clock, barely visible in the water. 1:17. He manages to get it in, using both hands to turn it and the door bursts open, washing him out in a rush of water and he crashes down into the stream in the biodome. He looks up just in time to see the door shut, disappearing into the wall.
[He pulls himself up onto the bank of the stream, collapsing there in a drenched, shivering, bleeding heap, his faciliberry just where he left it before he was taken]