A/N #1: This is the last chapter. The last one. I actually haven't updated this since May so I'm not sure how many people are still reading but I figured I would finish it off. Enjoy the last of The Last of Adam…

A pale, welcoming light called Adam forward as his body was finally subdued. He could feel his head grow more and more heavy with each tried breath. A feeling of deprivation was crushing his lungs. The poison was hitting him hard, squeezing the life out of him. It was only a matter of time.

Somewhere in the back of his throat a voice crept out, timid and afraid. One word began to form on the lips of the captive but instead his heart overtook him and he burst into tears. His bloodied hands wrapped them selves around his head and he sobbed, the abundant overflow of drops washing the gore from his fingers. Beside him a sickening splash echoed throughout the chamber as a golden, blood-encased key slipped from his father's wound. He had them! He had them both! The boy's expression instantaneously changed from putrid disgust to glee as he threw his body forward. Finally, he felt his hand clasp around the metal object, the only weapon he held to aid his survival. He could do it now, he could win.

The realization of this fact was just enough to force Adam off of the stained ground and onto his knees. Using the last of his failing strength the forced his limbs to the box that sat only feet ahead of him. Adam noted with disgust that it was the only clean object left in the room.

"Fuck it." Adam gasped, his breathing hard and ragged. "I'll be damned if I give up now."

A light smile playing on his face, Adam plunged both of his keys into their separate keyholes, praying to God that the safe would open. Throwing all of his weight into the action, Adam pulled the handle of the large menacing case. The boy had to hold back his tears as a loud creek sounded off in the room around him. The safe was open.

The boy allowed himself to rest for just a second. His head fell into his hands once more and a prolonged sob fell from his lips. Just as the boy was pulling himself together a new, foreign sound came from the inside of the safe. A mixture of shuffling and gasps, the kind of sound Adam hadn't heard before. Breath rattling, Adam curled his fingers around the cold metal and wretched it open. What greeted him tore his whole plan apart. There in front of him sat the one person he thought he would never see again: Lawrence Gordon.

"Shit…" Adam cried, pulling the curled body out of it's container. Adam felt his stomach threaten to empty as he scanned the doctor. The ankle that had been severed from his foot only a few days prior was caked with dry blood and burnt skin. It seemed that the stupid bitch Amanda had sealed the wound shut with a blowtorch. The rest of Lawrence wasn't looking any better. The man was bound in rope, a cheap air mask cluttered his face. His limbs were thrown out at odd angles and, as the doctor uncurled his now free body, Adam was pierced by his muffled screams.

"Shit." Adam mumbled again as he ripped at Lawrence's binds and removed his mask. "Fuck, fuck… What the hell am I supposed to do?"

It was then that Adam noticed the tape recorder fastened around Lawrence's neck. Hesitating for only a moment, Adam unhooked the device. The doctor still hadn't spoken a word yet.

Taking a deep breath, Adam ran his hand down Lawrence's cheek and smiled, "I'll be okay."

The boy traced his fingers over the buttons before pressing play, a bitter taste settling in the back of his mouth. He knew what was coming.

"Congratulations, Adam." The devil's voice sounded, making both men cringe, "Welcome to the final leg of your task. The rules are simple: Kill Doctor Gordon, obliterate the last person who will stop you from making a new life, and you will live. Fail to do this and… well, you already know the consequences of those actions. It's time to make a choice Adam: Live or die? It's your call."

Fear had captured the doctor's eyes now and Adam's wounded shoulder burned more then ever. Why should Adam treat the man any differently then he had been? Why should he show any mercy? The man in front of him opened his mouth to speak and then closed it almost simultaneously. The two sat in silence for a moment.

"K-kill me." Lawrence stuttered, finally choosing to speak. "You can do this, you have a chance to live. I doubt I would ever get out of this place. You have to do it… One of us has to live." Lawrence coughed violently and rested his head on the ground. "Fuck, Adam. I'm sorry… for everything, I really am." The man's throat gave way once more to violent coughing as tears began to leak from his eyes. Slowly, he reached his gore covered hand over to Adam's and took it slowly into his own. Adam nodded and reached for the blade beside him, the same weapon he had used on the other two. The metal felt heavy in his hands.

"You can do it…" Lawrence encouraged, shutting his eyes.

Adam's own face was now littered with salt-laced tears as he held the blade one-handedly over Lawrence's throat. Both men shook as the shining circle crept closer and closer to weak flesh. Adam could feel his hand being squeezed tighter with every millimeter. A empty, hollow feeling settled in his stomach and he sobbed deeply.

"I can't." Adam voice cracked as he placed the weapon beside him. "I fucking can't."

After one split second of silence Adam threw himself onto Lawrence, their lips meeting in the chaos of violence and death. Adam could feel himself weakening, he was almost gone, but it didn't stop him from kissing the man with every ounce of energy he could muster. They were strangers that knew more about the other then anyone else. They were complete.

And all of a sudden the kiss was broken and Adam laid his cheek unto Lawrence's. Underneath the gasps of surprise, Adam could feel Lawrence shudder and he didn't pull away. In a way it was more intimate then a kiss, more binding then sex.

"I can't." Adam whispered as he allowed his free hand to search for the blade beside him. "You have to live." When Adam found the item he sought for he left Lawrence's cheek and resumed his previous stance, still holding Lawrence's hand. "You have a family and a job… a life." Adam paused for a moment, his head spinning as the last of his strength died. "I'm a murderer."

Adam pulled his hand free from the doctors and pushed the blade onto his now free wrist, pushing with all of his might. Blood spurted from the fresh wound as Adam fainted and, although the cut was not deep enough to kill, he finally lost his game. The only sounds he could here as he drifted off into oblivion were the piercing screams of the man beside him, much like his own when Lawrence had severed his foot. He felt cold, but it was a welcoming chill. He felt at home.

A/N #2: Okay, well I just have to say a few things. 1) I wrote this story to be canon and it is: We don't know what happens to Lawrence, Adam is once more chained up in the bathroom and left to die (see Saw II) and it also explains another little thing in the films, between flashbacks and pictures of Adam's corpse, the shackle switched feet. This could be a canon explanation. 2) Yes, Adam is dead… but he died a hero. When I began writing this story I had it made up in my mind that I was going to…kill…Adam. 3) I hate myself.