Story #6

“Hello Kanye. I want to play a game. For most of your life, you have terrorized others with your incessant polarization of their character and morals. Today it is you who will be taking the plunge into judgment. You have referred to yourself as the most influential and a God amongst men. You think of yourself as this titillating figurehead. That will all change today. The device you are wearing is tied to both of your legs and in 3 minutes it will tear you piece by piece, limb by limb. Your task is simple, you must saw away at your vocal cords and become permanently mute for as long as you live. Once you extract your vocal cords and place them in the box below, the clasps will let you go free and you will be a changed man. Do you have what it takes or will you be unable to escape the ties that bind? The choice is yours.”

“What the hell is this? Who is behind this?” Kanye screams into the abandoned meat packing plant. “Is Kim behind this?” He goes searching for answers but the trap has already started. He seems to be dazed and confused but the clasps start tightening on his calves. Kanye can feel his legs getting tense and he gets nervous but thinks he is on a prank show. His legs start to draw blood as they begin to tear from the tissue and he realizes this is no joke. “What the hell? Where am I?” Kanye begins to freak out, he feels as if he is being watched. As the clasps begin to get tighter and tighter, the bones becoming flexible like asparagus he unwillingly pulls out the scalpel and starts to aim for his larynx. A minute has now passed and his foot has been pulled clean off. Kanye begins to scream out of agony but continues at the task at hand because he knows no one can save him but himself. He starts to reflect on the rants he had on Instagram and how they have led him to the predicament he is in now. He is in total agony and can't bring himself to cut out his vocal cords. “But how will I rap? Without my voice I have nothing?”. Kanye continues to plead with the newfound jigsaw but to no avail. Another minute passes and his right foot is flung into the air. Kanye starts to get dizzy due to the amount of blood loss but he knows that if he doesn't extract his vocal cords, his chest will be the final body part to get cleanly ripped off. The seconds start to tick and time feels as if it is moving in slow motion. The score begins to ramp up and Kanye is not thinking about fame and fortune but instead about his kids. Their faces start to pop up in his thoughts and he realizes that his kids need him there. “They need a father figure” Kanye exclaims with tears strolling down his face. He jabs the scalpel into his larynx and takes his precious vocal cords out and places them into the box. The clasps let Kanye go as he tries to drag himself to safety. He tries to scream out but no one can hear him. He feels totally helpless and has never felt like this before in his life. The police arrive and Kanye is airlifted to the nearest hospital. One paramedic faints at the grisly site that is Kanye’s body. He cries and screams out but no noise comes out. He is absolutely terrified that he still could die from blood loss. Thankfully, the paramedics cauterize the wound and Kanye is placed in the intensive care unit.

A month passes and celebrities are terrified about what happened to Kanye West. They think to themselves about their own sins and how they could end up in their own trap. Kanye has not fully recovered and is still weakened from the incident but at least he is alive. His PR representatives ask him if he is going to take any interviews regarding the incident but has a newfound outlook on life. On a hospital napkin, he writes in pen that he will not be doing any interviews and wishes to see his kids. His kids come and are reunited with Kanye. While no noise is coming from him, his facial expressions show his gratitude that he has for a second chance at life. Kanye goes to hug his kids and he is crying tears of joy from hearing their laughter and is happy to be with them. In a sense, Kanye feels gracious to jigsaw for allowing him to understand that family comes first.

Back at the police station, they are trying to identify who the new jigsaw killer could be. There have been no notices of kidnappings in the area but the head Police Chief Sergeant Chris Genner is worried about copycat killers rising in the future. “Do we have any leads on who could have done this to Kanye?” exclaims Chris. The police station remains quiet and is no help to the chief. He grows restless and decides to visit the scene of the crime. At the crime scene, there is nothing but flies, blood, and caution tape posted everywhere. A bloody cd from Kanye can be seen on the ground as well next to the tape he held on the fateful night. As the Chief was ready to call it for the night, he noticed a strand of crisp blonde hair. “We need to get this to forensics right away” exalts the chief. Days pass and the results from forensics are placed in a bright yellow manila folder. The Chief grows anxious about demands from the mayor that the killer must be found so that no other celebrities are kidnapped and possibly killed. The chief opens the folder and his jaw drops to the floor. Printed in bold bright red letters it reads: