lost in the game (Peter Strahm x Reader)

Part 4 ~ The Gideon Revelation

"Where is it, Jill? Where is it?" I repeated, hitting the wall in frustration next to her, enraged I tried to get that damn location of the second building, trying to get there in time before any other officer gets hurt. Jill finally gave in, with fear in her eyes, right after that, I stormed out of the room, right towards my black car.

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Once I was sat behind the wheel, I indulged myself in the pulsating glow of the singular red police light, my fingers still tapping rhythmically along the edges of the switch. The sense of urgency was left, fueled by the passionate scarlet beating against the harshness of concrete and the desperation of ever-ticking mechanical hands as I put my foot to the pedal. I steered like a crazed man, a helpless sense of purpose crawling through the crevices of my mind... I had one goal. One goal only... Ending these mind games, and settling Jigsaw into the grave once and for all.

Arriving at the ominous Meatpacking Plant, unease settled in my stomach as I readied my guts. Stepping into the biting night air, the gravity of the situation intensified. The Plant loomed ahead, a silent witness to unfolding events. A glance down revealed stains on my shirt, a morbid tapestry of the past. The blood, which is a grim reminder of the horrors that had led me here. Exiting the car, the Plant stood like a cathedral of shadows. Echoes of her pleading eyes resonated as my hand brushed dried remnants of her blood, a macabre emblem etched into the fabric.

Inhaling deeply, I embraced the moment. The red light mirrored my heart's rhythm as I tightened my grip on the gun. Stains on my shirt anchored me to the mission. Each step wove through darkness. Approaching the entrance, I surveyed the surroundings. Opening the door with mindfulness, I entered, ensuring each corner was clear. Turning left, I continued down the hallway, senses alert.

After a short distance, there was a key on the ground, a family photo in an acrylic keychain. Picking it up, a momentary distraction. Continuing, I arrived at double doors. Hiding by the side, I planned my next move until a sudden gunshot echoed through the air. Startled, I decided to carefully open the doors.

Entering, torture devices filled the room. Scanning for life, a chilling sound, like a saw, cut through the air, sending shivers down my spine, while maintaining my grip on the firearm, I proceeded towards a safety door that abruptly shut. I came to an abrupt halt in response. Still clutching my firearm, I approached the closed safety door. With caution, I pulled it open slowly and entered the space with utmost care.

Upon entering the room, I spotted someone inside. I aimed my firearm, cautioning, "Let me see those hands."
The man turned, and it clicked he was the one from that family photo on the acrylic keychain. In no time, I caught him attempting to point a gun at me. Swiftly, I fired three shots into his chest, and his lifeless body descended to the ground.

The realization suddenly kicked in, I noticed multiple dead bodies in the room besides the guy I had just shot.... Were also in the room. A body with an exploded head, and Amanda Young was also one of them, I looked next to her was Jigsaw, John Kramer, dead on some kind of treatment bed. I inspected the room more, it was very unsettling, what happened here?... I inspected the room, I noticed the room resembled some sort of hospital room, which explained the treatment bed.

They had everything here they needed, monitoring, medication, and some other medical stuff. Scanning the room more, I was so focused on everything until I heard someone close the damn door, and then the light also went out.
I started to kick the door trying to have any effect on it to get out of here, no success.

I pulled something out of my pocket, my phone and tried to call help, no success, Furthermore, I had no signal in here. „Shit...." I whispered to myself and pulled out a flashlight and looked around with it, I noticed glowing on the walls, it looked like a door. Swiftly going over to it, had my firearm read, and I kicked it open.

Finding another hallway, I swiftly scanned for clarity until my gaze fell upon a tape dangling from the ceiling. Pausing, I seized it and pressed the button, initiating its playback.

"Hello, Agent Strahm."
A brief moment hung in the air.
"If you're hearing this, you've found what you've been looking for."

Another pause, a pause with anticipation, he knew it was going to be here...

"Yet, is the revelation of my body sufficient, or will your unyielding pursuit of truth plunge you further into the abyss?" A thoughtful silence lingered.

"Heed my warning... do not proceed. This room can either be your sanctuary or your grave. The choice is yours."

I released an annoyed "Oh, fuck you" under my breath, shooting a disdainful glance at John's lifeless form. Nonchalantly, I placed the tape on the nearby table. Retrieving my firearm, I cautiously proceeded down the dimly lit hallway, every step echoing with tension. Upon reaching a door, I peered through its small window, carefully assessing the surroundings. Satisfied, I cautiously swung the door open, flashlight and firearm leading the way.

The room was pitch dark. Upon entering, I looked around the room with my flashlight, trying to ensure that it was clear. I looked around and suddenly felt a sting on my neck, I was attacked by a masked figure. I tried to fight back, but suddenly felt consciousness slip away, my surroundings blurred into a dizzying haze. The room swayed, and an overwhelming heaviness gripped me.

I fell into a disorienting haze, my senses gave way to a surreal shift. The darkness of the room dissolved, replaced by a soft, golden glow that transported me elsewhere... I found myself seated in my living room, and suddenly I felt a similar comforting presence, Y/N.

I looked over, and my lips curled into a soft smile. Is this real?.. Was everything that happened a dream?.. She looked up at me and said, "Hey, are you okay?" The weight of uncertainty hung in the air as I met Y/N's gaze, her eyes a familiar anchor in the midst of my confusion.

"Hey," she whispered, concern etched in her features. A delicate silence enveloped us, broken only by the distant echo of our shared memories. I hesitated, the line between reality and dream blurring.

"Is this real?" I mused, half-expecting the dream's illusion to shatter. Y/N's hand gently touched mine, grounding me in a bittersweet reality.

"It doesn't matter," she replied, a reassuring smile gracing her lips. "I'm here with you."

Y/N's eyes bore into mine with a profound sense of urgency, her grip tightening on my hand. "You're in grave danger," she implored, her voice edged with concern. "You need to get out of here, it's too dangerous to stay."

The softness of the living room gave way to a disconcerting awareness as her words echoed through the dream. The air felt charged with an impending threat, and I struggled to reconcile the tranquil scene with the gravity of her warning.

The weight of Y/N's warning lingered in the air as the dream world shifted once more, transitioning from the living room to an unsettling darkness. The urgency in her eyes echoed in my mind as I felt a growing unease. The soft glow faded, replaced by a pulsating sense of danger.

I found myself lying on a cold, hard surface, the memory of Y/N's warning echoing in my mind. As my senses sharpened, I became aware of a peculiar weight on my shoulders. I started panicking, trying to find a way to get it off...