Are you guys excited for yet ANOTHER fanfic by moi? This is the prequel to A Pawn in the Game. I would like to point out that this will be my last saga to Victoria Wentz D: I did have a little help from a follower of mine named murder-winter-cullen for the inspiration. I do not own any of the Saw Characters but I do own Victoria Elizabeth Wentz and Christine Young. Don't forget to R&R! Enjoy, darlings!

Chapter One

Victoria and Mark came to a screeching holt in the front of Gideon's Meatpacking Plant. The building was totally abandoned and it was to be wrecked down in two months, starting in two days. Mark ran into the building and Tori's dress trailing behind her as she followed after Mark. They locked the door behind them, Tori laughing after the door closes.

"I can't believe we did that! The city is going to be under huge alarm!" She smiled.

Mark loosened his tie. "Yea, you're right. We need to go under fake names and lay low for a while. Amanda's clothes are bond to be under that bed still so change into one of her outfits for now. I've got my own in the back, if it's still there. Decide your name and meet me in the Sick Room in thirty minutes." He kissed her and they went separate ways.

Victoria rummaged through the bottom and found the medical kit that Mandy helped her with. She threw it aside and found some loose black pants and a plain black T-shirt. She found another pair of Troopa boots with the clothes. She quickly changed into the slightly small outfit and quickly brushed her blood-red hair. She tucked the pants in the boots and did a quickly twirl. She had ten minutes to decide her new name. She sat down on Amanda's bed then laid down with her hands behind her head.

"Josi? No. Jennifer? Oh hell no. Mallory? No, no wait! Morgan. Morgan Pierce." she smiled. She got up and took one step to trigger something. Amanda ran into the room and opened up the draw to find a letter address to Amanda on the front. Tori had no choice to stand there because she couldn't move. Amanda began to cry and breathe heavily as she dropped her arms with the letter still in her hands. Tori tried to speak but nothing would come out. Amanda grabbed a gun and walked into the Sick Room where Lynn and John were resting. Tori looked at the ground and picked up the letter. It was the same one Mark read out loud before Jill came in and put the RBT on him and slashed Tori in the face. Mark was the one who set Amanda up to fail! Tori has been hanging with her friend's killer the whole time!

Tori backed up into Mark. "Hey, Tori. What's wrong?"

Tori gasped and everything was back to normal. She turned around and shoved him away. "You were the one who wrote Amanda's letter. You set her up to kill Lynn Denlon and fail her test."

Mark frowned. "How the hell did you know that? How long?"

"It doesn't matter." She snapped back.

"Tori, it was for her own good. You can't be mad at me right now."

It was true. Tori loved Mark and they needed each other more then ever.

Tori shook her head. "I'm not mad I'm just..shocked. You kept this from me, Mark."

Mark sighed and sat on Amanda's bed. "You know I'm not going to apologize,right? She's dead and it's too late to start hating me now."

Tori crossed her arms and slowly walked to him and sat beside him. "I don't expect you to apologize." She forced a smile.

Mark ran his fingers through his hair. "So, what's going to be your name?"

Tori tucked the right side of her hair behind her ear, where her scar was still there. "Morgan Pierce. What about you?"

"Well, I figure we were to be uncle and niece again. But, it's Ryan Dunn."

Tori nodded but in no time, laughing at his choice of name. "Whatever floats your boat, dude."

Mark stood up and took Tori's hands to hold her close. "We should draw up some plans to get ready in a few weeks. Like I said, we are lying low."

Tori took her hands back. "A few weeks? We are living here for a few weeks? Mark, they are bound to find out we are here and guilty. Why don't we just get out of town and fuck up another city?"

Mark sighed. "It's not that easy as it sounds. They have police set up on every exit in this state. But, I like how you think. When this is all over and people accept that it's all over, we will go into another city. Oh, and if I were you, I would change the color and length of your hair."

Tori gave him a puzzled look. "Why?"

"You've been out more than I have. I'm just saying if they find out-"

"But they won't." She stopped him, looking more concerned.

"I'm just saying if they do. They won't recognize me because I'm the cop who just disappeared. People forgot about me in this washed up town. People in the Jigsaw Survival Group didn't hear your story and maybe they will suspect and try to look for you."

He had a point. "But are you changing anything?"

He nodded. "Just my name. No one doesn't suspect me so why should I change?"

She sighed. "Fine but I don't have any dye."

Hoffman dug out a $20 in his pocket. "I'll be back. You're changing your hair to black."

"Blonde." She crossed her arms.

Hoffman stopped and turned around. "Black."

"Blonde."

"Tori, it's going to be black."

"Why can't I be blonde?'

"Because I said so damn it! In case you forgot, I'm still your teacher. This game isn't over yet."

Tori walked into the Sick Room, walking away from the argument. She heard the door slam shut and walked back into the room.

Victoria sat on Amanda's bed and put her face to her hands but didn't cry; but simply thought out loud.

"I can't believe I didn't see this before. Mark wrote Amanda's letter. That's why he wanted me to stay away from this place."

She got up then decided to cut before dying her hair. She knew Mandy had a pair in one of the drawers but no. She walked into the Sick Room and found some in the cabinet. In the medical kit underneath her bed, were a decent sized mirror. She put it up against one of the walls then cut two inches off her hair to stop just below her shoulders that were once down her back. By the time she was done, Hoffman ran in with a box of black dye for her.

"Whoa, you look different Morgan." He smirked.

Tori rolled her eyes and swiped the dye from his hands. She walked slowly to the bathroom trying to open the box.

Mark grabbed her by the T-shirt, stopping her. "Hey, what's the problem?"

Tori turned around. "Problem? I don't have a fucking problem." She recalled the moment when they were in the room surveying Brent and Tara.

Mark sneered at her. "Get out of here and change your hair. If the police catch on, which could be any moment, you better be ready when I say. Is that clear, Morgan?"

Tori sneered. "Yea, It's clear Ryan." She walked off to the bathroom and locked the door. Oh how she urged to cut again from this shit. But Hoffman would soon catch on and eat her alive figuratively.

Mark sighed and snipped some hair from his head with the scissors. He changed his style from a Detective to how normal men should dress. He had clothes but didn't to change.

An hour later, Tori had dyed her red to straight jet black hair. She looked herself in the mirror but felt so very different from when she was sixteen. Tori felt like a stranger to herself; perfect strangers. She walked out of the room and Mark was nowhere to be found. She checked the clock that read midnight. She striped to her bra and underwear then climbed into Amanda's bed. She turned the lamp off beside her bed and fell asleep instantly.