Disclaimer: I do not own the genius that is the Saw series!
This will pick up where Saw The Final Chapter ended. Enjoy!
Mark Hoffman POV:
My last hope was thrown out the door when the doctor picked it up. The hacksaw was gone and so was my hope. I cursed myself for allowing this to happen. I should have pieced the puzzle together a long time ago. Unfortunately for me, Amanda was right. I was stupid when it came to the logical part of life.
The bathroom was excruciatingly cold. There were rotting corpses beside me making me want to gag. The smell was horrible too. I took a glance around the dark room as my vision completely adjusted. "There's got to be something," I thought out loud. The corpse that was closest to me looked like it belonged to the kid, Adam. I felt bad when I saw his decomposed body, knowing I helped John with it.
His body was lying beside the bathtub. I looked over at the filthy thing and saw something gleaming from within it. I moved the best I could with a chain around my ankle. It couldn't be…but it was! The key that John strapped around Adam's foot now laid in the confines of the four walls of the bathtub. I reached for it and sighed in relief when it fit the lock of the chain.
I wiggled it to one side. Nothing. I tried turning it the other way. It turned easily, the key barely glimmering with the dirt and mold on it. I groaned in pain as the shackle slipped from around my ankle, taking the dull spikes that was beginning to press into my flesh with it. I was free and I was angry.
After a few minutes, I got up, limping to the door. The medication that was injected into me by Lawrence Gordon was finally starting to wear off. My face contorted in pain as I stepped down harshly on my right foot. The door seemed to be miles away from me.
With a lot of energy exerted, I made it to the door and slid it open. With one final sad glance at the bodies of Adam and Xavier, I slipped out into the hallway and began to limp to the exit of the house.
This meant war, and Lawrence Gordon will be the one to go down, I thought as I exited the house.