Disclaimer: I do NOT own SeaSaw or Saw. And yes, it is completely irrelevant to the sequel of 'Is There Life After Death?'…sorry…
"Uhh…do you know where this is meant to go?"
The two women – the red head and the dark – stared at the screw.
"Oh my God, this is such a pisstake!" Michelle complained, glaring angrily at the offending object.
"You were the one putting this fucking thing together," Amanda snapped. "There's no point looking at me like that!"
"But John's going to be soooo mad…" Michelle wailed.
"Oh for fuck's sake!" Amanda stood up wearily; it was one tiny little screw, for crissakes! "Look, we'll just do what I've always done in this kind of situation."
"And what's that?"
Amanda paused for a moment before throwing the screw out of the window of the warehouse. It winked in the sun for a moment as it turned through the air, but then it was gone. There was a distant tinkle as it hit the ground outside.
Michelle's eyes widened. "You shouldn't do that!"
Amanda wasn't sure whether Michelle meant throwing away a most probably important component of the trap they had just completed, or the many deep cuts on her legs that had bee revealed when she'd hurled the screw away from her. Maybe it was both…she decided to get new black jeans; these ones – even though they were skinny – were getting way too short. "What are you gonna do?" She sneered. "You going to go crying to John about this? Well you shouldn't bother; he'd be just as pissed at you as he would be at me."
"No he wouldn't…" It was very quiet, but Amanda still heard it, and she flinched from a mixture of anger and hurt. It brought back all the reasons for hating this snivelling little bitch who'd dyed her hair red to suit her new life.
John loved Michelle. It didn't matter that she'd tried to take her own life and wasted his offer of a second one; he'd given her a third motherfucking chance and when she'd passed that – albeit with a bullet wound – he'd completely forgiven her.
He wouldn't do it for her. If she ever – God forbid it – wasted her second chance in life John would never do any of the things he did for Michelle for her.
But then again, he didn't love her as much.
This was the reason why Amanda hated Michelle so much and cut those slices on her legs and arms and body.
Because she loved John, but John didn't love her back.
At that very moment he walked into the warehouse, coughing a little as he got near them. The cancer was getting the better of him and at night Amanda subconsciously listened to his breathing, anxious that the next breath may be his last…
She didn't actually watch him though; Michelle did that now.
He smiled and suddenly his blue eyes were sharp, clear. "Have you finished the trap?" Amanda gave a returning smile.
"Yeah, we've finished it." Grinned Michelle. It was only then that Amanda realised that the smile had been directed at Michelle only. Her own flickered and died.
John walked over and ran his hand over the trap, looking at it from ever angle. "Good work." He murmured, and Amanda felt again that rush of rage and hurt that she always felt when she saw these moments of connection between Michelle and John. Fuckin' bitch burn in hell…her thoughts must've shown on her face because John noticed and frowned disapprovingly. Michelle groaned inwardly; here we go again, another lecture…
But before he even opened his mouth the door banged open and a figure was standing there…a very familiar figure that, even though Amanda hated his guts, had actually managed to put Michelle in her place, and that was the reason that Amanda was pleased he was back.
"I'm back!" Hoffman grinned sarcastically round the room at them, whilst they stared back at him in shocked silence. "Did you miss me?"
"You're back early." Jigsaw said coldly.
"Yup; it's amazing what health care you get when you're in the FBI." Hoffman smirked. He noticed that Jigsaw had stepped protectively between him and Michelle and his smirk grew wider.
"Hoffman, we need to talk." The Jigsaw side of John growled. "NOW." He stalked through the side door which led to the 'medical room'. Amanda noted how Michelle seemed to cringe when John left a space between herself and Hoffman and gave a little smirk herself; Hoffman scared Michelle, that was all she needed.
Hoffman noticed her staring at him and his smirk faded. He nodded stiffly and she returned it just as icily – they may both hate Michelle, but it didn't stop them from hating each other. Then he stepped through the plastic sheeting of the door and Amanda walked out of the room.
What she needed right now was a really nice sharp knife…