Disclaimer: I don't own anything from any of the SAW movies, just a huge fan of them.
A/N: this is my first Saw fic so please be nice! This is what I think should've happened at the end of the third one, as the ending made Amanda out to be this little psycho. (And if the little girl has a name, plz tell me) So here is my story. Enjoy!
Amanda started to cackle as she stood, wiping the gore and blood from the bottom of her jeans.
Nice try Jeff, but now it's you who gets the 'game over'." Smearing the blood from the wound that grazed her neck, she pointed to the bullet hole in the basin-like sink behind her. She grinned at the look of dumbfounded disbelief on Jeff's face, and turned to wash Lynn's blood off of her hand.
"You bitch!" he screamed himself hoarse, and lunged at her, bringing up the gun that he had in his hand. He pulled the trigger furiously, but to no avail, he had forgotten that there had been only one bullet in it. " Where-the-fuck-is-my-daughter?" the gun shook in his hand now, and he was precariously close to dropping it now, more tears of utter anguish running down his face. His teeth were gritted so hard; his jaw was beginning to ache.
"That's for me to know and for you to think about for the last thirty seconds of your pathetic little life." And with that, Amanda took one last lunge toward Jeff, and stuck him in the chest with the spare saw blade.
Jeff fell back slowly, staggering and falling onto Lynn's lifeless body before dying himself, his blood the last to mix with the rust and gore on the floor. Picking up the two firearms, Amanda almost looked wistful as she crossed to the other side of the room to stand next to John's bed.
His body looked even more pale and sickly now that he was gone, and she slowly closed his now clouded over light blue eyes.
"Don't worry John, this isn't over yet, I still have a few things left to do before I join you in hell, and it has to do with that little girl…." Pulling the monitors out of John, and pulling the blanket up to his shoulders, she noticed that there was one last tape still in his left hand. A wave of adrenaline, fear and hope ran through her then. Did he leave her one last clue?
She took the tape labeled with AMANDA written in his shaky hand, and picked up the tape recorder off the floor where it had fallen.
With almost too neat a 'click' she pushed it into the recorder and pushed play as she moved out of the room and into the rest of the factory, to where the little girl was being held. She was probably asleep by now.
"Hello Amanda, ´ the tape began in John's familiar rasp, "If you're listening to this, you planned on something that I didn't, and in some way passes your test. I'm assuming that if you're listening to this I'm dead, so here are some last minutes rules I'm begging you to follow. Somehow you might've found a way to reconcile yourself with me, and for that I will be grateful. Maybe in death I will be proud to call you my daughter. But before I can, here are the rules for the greatest game of all: for my legacy to truly to continue, I need you to get past your homicidal tendencies Amanda, and start to feel again. Take the little girl with you, if she's still alive, and train her Amanda. Make her see that her lives as well as other's are precious, but make her see that those who waste their lives will be punished. I'm counting on you… and one last thing; you'll want to keep the recorder, and this tape. There will be instructions on how to get to my other house, and other instructions from there. And I forgive you, for all the wrong you have done to all the ones who passed their tests, and what you ultimately did to me. Goodbye Amanda, and good luck."
By the time that Amanda had reached the room, she was crying again. How, after all that they had been through, all that she had done, all the people that she had killed, he still forgave her? Pushing the thought aside, Amanda unlocked the room, and found the girl sleeping inside.
Careful now to wake her up, she picked the girl and her stuffed animal up, and took her into her room, and started to get ready to leave.
Placing her on the bed, Amanda pulled out the biggest duffel bag that she could find, and after placing her bag of "goodies" in the bottom, placed all of John's cloths, her cloths, and all of the clean blankets and the few pillows into it.
Picking up the girl in one arm, she picked up the bag and made her way through the maze and out into the open, it was about mid afternoon, even though it was cloudy and foggy as well.
Putting the bag in the back, Amanda put the girl in the back seat and went back inside for a few last minute things.
Discovering another duffel in the bathroom next to the tub still filled with the same water that held Adam, she filled it with the plans to the devices, knives, ammo and other weapons, cash from all the bodies and her own and last but not least, her head trap, to serve as a reminder that this is what it took to get here, and what it might take the little girl to pass on John's long, if not gory, legacy. Pulling on John's old hoodie, and grabbing the cape, she stalked out of the factory, turning off all the lights.