Disclaimer: I don't own saw but i can't wait for SAW 3! Oct. 27, 2006! see you all there (i won't know you but... still!)

A/N: Okay! I finally got ch. 4 up! yay! mircosoft window's screen is now blank again... but oh well! enjoy! and Review! never forget to review... -puppy dog eyes-

Gordon continued forward and got a few more cuts but he was almost used to it by now. He sighed. He never thought he would ever get use to being cut, nor did he think he would need to. He actually smirked a bit at the thought that paper cuts hurt worse…for the most part. Gordon ignored the fact that his hands were actually slowly going numb. He didn't want to think about it. He refused to. If he continued to give himself ways to die he would from worry. God, if stress is the trap he's using, he almost HAS to win. Damn Jigsaw…

Dr. Gordon made a right turn between two choices and turned a corner. When he saw what was beyond he stopped and felt what little color he had in his face drain right out. There was one of the three traps that held a key to his survival. There was, what amounted to, a square room with a pedestal in the center. On the pedestal was a glass dome like the kind you would put over a cake in a bakery. Underneath that, was the key. The thing that made poor Dr. Gordon want to puke was that there was the wires. The same wires he had been avoiding only hundreds of them, strung in every direction, at every height. It looked like one of those action movies where a thief had to get past all those lasers by coming down from the ceiling, only there were only those fucking wires. Gordon was panicking. There was nothing sarcastic or ironic about this. In the back of the room, he could see the mirror had been spray painted. It read "Don't trip!" Gordon couldn't think. His mind wanted to shut down and Gordon was so exhausted that he almost feel like he had in that bathroom just before he lost his cool. Just before that phone call that told him he just failed his family. NO! They could still be alive!

A sudden and sharp pain tore through Gordon's chest. He cried out in pain and surprise and clutched at his heart. It shocked Dr. Gordon out of his hysteria and into reality. He was short of breath and a cold sweat was starting to form on him. Oh shit…I almost died again…I just had a small heart attack! Oh GOD, how am I going to get through this if I can't handle LOOKING at his twisted traps? That is when Gordon saw it. Pipes were coming out of the ceiling with chains attached and wrapped around them. The pipes where put in what seemed like a random fashion but knowing a little about Jigsaw…

"Holy… you mean… hahahahahahaha! Jigsaw, you marked the path for me. I guess you really DO think I'm an idiot! You may have won last time, but this time… hehehehehe…" Gordon stopped a moment to contemplate what he would do to Jigsaw but then shook his head. "No… there's no time! I have to get out first. Besides… If I can barely keep up with the traps he makes… Should I really bother him?" Lovely, I'm talking to myself.

Gordon came to the first of these poles. It was of to the right a little from where he came in. It was the only one that reached the floor and the only one in a small… air pocket I guess you could call them. From here on out, Jigsaw's advice would need to be followed. The next pole was a bit over three feet away… just out of Gordon's reach.

"DAMMIT!" clung to the pole and looked closer at the patterns through the wires. There was a small opening between his pole and the next but it would involve jumping through and hoping that you wouldn't lose your balance witch is near impossible for a normal, fit person let alone him. He tried it anyway. I'm tired, I'm hungry, I want to go home, and if I trip the wires, I won't have to deal with them much longer, now will I? Gordon used all the strength he could give and flew through the air. He made himself as small as possible and barely managed to grab the next pole. He heard the strum of the wires he went through them and realized how accurate his jumps must be. If he was off an inch anyway he moved, it would be over. There only enough room for one foot to rest on the ground on this pole. "Yeah, we'll see how funny it is when I saw YOUR foot off asshole!" Dr. Gordon screamed at no one, his voice breaking from stress. I can't get myself to worked up… He thought of his wife. She had to be alive… She had a secrete crush on Indiana Jones. He actually smiled a bit at that. Hell, she should see me now. This calmed Gordon a bit. This jumping from pole to pole went on for a while, every now and again he crawled under wires. It seemed forever until he was down to the last pole and the pedestal. Gordon silently looked for somewhere he could jump through but there was none. There was also no where he could crawl through. He would have to do this by balancing on his one foot and slowly working his way between the biggest hole he had saw. I'm doomed.

Dr. Gordon slowly shifted his weight only onto his foot and did manage to balance on it. He hopped once or twice toward the wires but not a lot. The pedestal was fairly close so he decided if he could get his arm through far enough, he would help balance his weight by holding on to it. He did it quickly so he wouldn't lose his balance but he miss judged the distance ever so slightly. Gordon had grabbed the edge but it was not enough that he could put his weight on without slipping and activating his death. When Gordon tried to go back, to try again, he found he would fall as well. Shit…. COME ON! I'm stuck? What the hell? Dr. Gordon couldn't stay like this long in his weakened state. He al ready felt himself slipping. His foot was sliding and he was inching downward. He tried to hold on and cried and screamed but finally he couldn't stay and fell.