It was dark, Photo Finish was barely able to move, when she did she realized she was in a full bath tub, she scrambled out of it, pulling the plug and sending a key down the drain.

"Help me! Somepony please help me!" She shouted, noticing a figure on the floor.

She was holding a gun, and it looked as though she had shot herself with it. This made it easier for Photo Finish to want to leave.

"Screaming won't help, believe me, I've tried" Came a voice from the other side of the room.

"Who are you?" Photo Finish asked, a hint of fear in her voice.

"My name is Redheart." She said, Photo Finish easing up slightly.

"Do you know where we are?" Photo Finish asked, hoping to be able to find a way out of this place.

"No, but I think there's a light switch over here." Redheart said as she started reaching across, her hand hitting a button that turned on the lights.

The lights came on in rows, and nearly blinded the two ponies standing across from each other, the two of them gasped in horror at the sight of a dead body, a pool of blood surrounding the dead mare and Photo Finish started vomiting.

"What the fuck is this?!" She shouted.

"Calm down, and breath!" Redheart shouted, realizing that it had no effect.

Redheart noticed a tape player in the hand of the dead mare, and she realized that there was something in her pocket, and when she pulled it out she realized what she had to do.

"Hey, check your pocket." Redheart called to Photo Finish.

"I found a tape." Photo Finish replied.

Redheart nodded and placed her tape in the player.

Hello Nurse Redheart. I want to play a game. Throughout your career you have claimed to be a great healer but when it came to your own health you simply drank to your heart's content and thought nothing of it, well now you are going to realize that a life taken for granted is the same as death. Live or die, make your choice.

"What the hell does that mean?" Photo Finish asked with a look that simply screamed terrified.

"It means that someone is trying to create a game out of torture, here, take the player put your tape in." Redheart said as she tossed the player over to Photo Finish.

Photo Finish put her tape in and pressed play, but she realized that she had put it in backwards after correcting the mistake she hit play again.

Hello Photo Finish. I want to play a game. Throughout your career in photography you have made fabulous portraits of others, but you have also embarrassed many others by blackmailing them with pictures of them doing things that you shouldn't interfere with, now you will understand how that feels, for the two of you are on camera now and in order to win, the two of you must figure out a way to escape the mirror will reveal your first piece of the puzzle. Live or die, make your choice.

"This is bullshit, sure I was arrested for that but I haven't done that in years, I..."

"Hang on, that was you, do you have any idea how traumatized those ponies were?" Redheart shouted, clearly not caring if she upset the photographer across from her.

Then, Redheart chose to use a piece of tiling to break the mirror, only to find a lockbox with a key. She opened the box and found a camera and a syringe, but also a card that said to give Photo Finish the camera after using the syringe to douse it in a fast acting poison.

"Look, there's no point in arguing, I'm gonna try and trick whoever's watching us, so do what you always do and play the right part." Redheart said hoping to reassure herself.

Redheart picked up the box and found a hidden compartment, inside she found another note. This one instructed her to use other means to escape, and that the key was in her hand.

"Look, you two really don't know just how much is riding on each others choices do you?" Came a voice that made the two mares jump in fright and disbelief.

It was then that the body in the center of the room got up to reveal that her identity to be the element of kindness herself, Fluttershy.

"The two of you have always hidden the sides of you that make you the exact opposites of yourselves and it is disgusting. Now each of you will have only six hours and if you fail then both of you will be killed, Nurse Redheart, your job is now to kill Photo Finish. Live or die, make your choice

Fluttershy left as the two mares screamed and shouted at her, she even heard one of them call her a bitch, then she heard them scream as they felt sveral volts of electricity going through their bodies.

"You won't really kill me will you?" Photo Finish asked, now terrified of the mare who was once a dear friend to any and all.

"The last thing I want is to die, and that means that you will have no choice but to die." Nurse Redheart said with practiced ease.

"There may be something in the tank of that toilet so check it." Redheart ordered with the voice that only a general could muster.

Photo Finish did as she was told, she found a bag that was used to wrap up two hacksaws, and a key. She tried the key on her shackle but failed.

"Throw it to me." Redheart demanded.

Photo Finish did so, and to her surprise, Redheart caught it and used it, unklocking her shackle. Redheart then moved over to Photo Finish with the syringe.

With a look of utter Rage in her eyes, Redheart injected Photo Finish with the poison, and then using a piece of broken glass, started cutting herself to make it look like she had done battle.

Photo Finish started screaming in agony while trying to claw at the spot where she had been injected, and little did she know, it had no effect on the poison. Just then Redheart looked at her and smiled.

"I remember one thing about you, Private first class Photo Finish, every time you brought in a wounded soldier, they would always recount your cowardice, and your ruthless interrogation methods, now you will know what they felt as they died." Redheart said with malice.

Just then the door opened and Fluttershy knocked her out, she looked at Photo Finish and simply looked disappointed.

"Game Over" That was the last thing Photo Finish heard before she passed out.

Some ponies take life for granted, abusing themselves, or hurting others. They lose what makes them live, the will to survive. Not Anymore!

Author's Note

I am pleased to show a version of saw that meets my liking, there is more to this and I am hoping to get some suggestions for the coming chapters.