A/N: So, I wanted to make a Saw fic again, because Saw is just SO cool! :) This story is kind of strange, but it's just something I thought off and wanted to share with you guys!

Disclaimer: All I own is my brains and my computer. That's it. I don't own Saw.

"But you couldn't. O god... Game Over"

Hoffman entered the warehouse when he heard John saying those immortal words. He quietly walked over to the sick room, no one seeing him. He began looking through the little hole in the wall. He saw John laying on his bed, Jeff standing over with Lynn, but he couldn't see the one he really wanted to see. John looked at the floor. Oh no, it couldn't be... There she was laying, on the floor: Amanda Young, the young woman he grow to love over the past few months.

She didn't see it, but he wanted her to love him as much as he loved her. Of course she didn't: She fell in love with John. Or at least, that's what he thought. He couldn't really make that one out.

He reached for his phone, running out of the warehouse and dialing 9-1-1. He wanted to save Amanda, no matter what.

"9-1-1, what's your emergency?" He suddenly realized he couldn't call an ambulance, because then, they would find out that he and Amanda were Jigsaw's apprentices, he couldn't let that happen.

"9-1-1, what's your emergency?" The woman on the phone repeated. He threw his phone away. What could he do to save her?

Then, an idea suddenly came into his mind. If he could reach Amanda, or at least try to talk to her, without the rest noticing, he could see if she was still alive and he could say that she needed to-

What? That was ridiculous. He couldn't do that. He watched over at the sick room. Jeff was now standing besides John. Wait... If he could wait long enough, he could get Amanda out of there, if Jeff was dead. He decided to wait. He got a chair and sat next to the monitors. On one of them was the daughter of the subject, Corbett. She was just five years old. He couldn't believe she needed to live without her parents for the rest of her life. It wasn't that Jeff and Lynn were already dead, but he expected Jeff to kill John, so that Lynn also died. He promised to take care of her when this was all over, because he knew she didn't have any family besides her parents. Everyone died.

He suddenly heard a big almost like an explosion. Lynns collar. Amanda made it. He was proud of her. He ran over to the sick room and entered it.

"What is this?" Jeff exclaimed.

"This? This is your death tomb. You just killed the Jigsaw killer, which was exactly what he expected you to do. I'm going to get her out of here, and you are going to die in here." He pointed at Amanda, and walked over to her.

"What? No way! I failed?"

"Yes you did. The original Jigsaw Killer may be dead, he still has two apprentices. She was one. I'm one." Hoffman stated, while kneeling over at Amanda and stroking her hair away from her face.

"Man... You... can't do this!" Jeff exclaimed confused, while walking over to the door.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Hoffman said, without looking away from Amanda.

"Do what?" Jeff said innocently.

"Trying to escape. Don't act like I don't know what you're trying to do. Just stay there!" He turned around, stared at Jeff and walked over to him.

"Wha-"

"Shut up!" Hoffman said, and he hit Jeff in the face. Jeff looked surprised. To be honest, Hoffman was surprised as well. Hoffman pushed Jeff into the corner of the room, where handcuffs were tied onto the wall and locked Jeff into it.

"You're not going anywhere! You're staying here, just like John wanted you to, and die here."

"What? You can't do that! That's not fair!"

"Oh, that's not fair? That's not fair!", and he pointed at Amanda.

"Now shut up!" Hoffman walked over to Amanda again, and felt if he could feel her pulse. He could. So that means she is still alive! He took her in his arms, walked out of the sickroom and closed the door behind him with his legs.

"Manda, I'll get you out of here! I promise! Just stay with me!" Hoffman whispered into Amandas hair. He ran over to the exit door. As soon as he stood outside, he didn't know what to do anymore. He couldn't call 911, and he couldn't go to the hospital on his own...

He laid Amanda down on the backseat.

"Stay with me, Mandy!" Hoffman screamed, and he got into the driver seat. He crossed across the town, to someone he knew, well, not really knew, John and Amanda knew him.

Once he arrived at this persons house, he almost cried, and he was panicking. He took Amanda from the seat, into his arms. He ran over to the door, and knocked on it. A few minutes later, someone opened. It was exactly who he wanted to see: Doctor Lawrence Gordon.

"Um... Hello? Can I help you?", Lawrence said, confused.

"Sorry, you may not know me, but she does! She needs your help, she is shot and is almost dying, and I couldn't call 911, or go to the hospital-"

"Amanda? Is that... Amanda? What happened?" Lawrence asked.

"Please, help her! John already died, I can't live if she dies!", Hoffman panicked.

"Okay okay, come in!" Lawrence didn't have to say it twice, Hoffman ran inside.

"You can lay her down on the couch. Stay with her and make sure she awakes. I'll go get some stuff." Lawrence said, and walked upstairs. Hoffman laid her down on the couch, and kneeled beside her. He stroke some hair away from her, his thump touching her cheek. He felt a tear running down his own cheek, but it didn't matter.

"Mandy, please, wake up, please...", Hoffman whispered. He was surprised when Amandas eyes suddenly flattered, and they opened.

"Ho... Ho... Hoffman?" Amanda stuttered. Hoffman smirked.

"I... I'm here, Mandy, I'm here..." He stroked her cheek.

"Mark, move aside!" Hoffman stepped aside for Lawrence.

"Amanda, thank God you're awake! Alright, I'm going to fix that wound, I need you to stay calm, don't panic, everything will be alright, I promise!" Lawrence said, while putting everything in place. Hoffman didn't know what to do. He just sat down and watched, tears again rolling down his cheeks.

Half an hour later, Lawrence approached Hoffman.

"Mark, are you okay? I'm done, for now, she's just fine. I suggest you take her home, I don't care where, just get her out of here. I'll give you medicines for that wound, against infections, and so that her wound will heal nicely. Just, take good care of her, she needs it." Lawrence tapped his shoulder, Hoffman just nodded. Hoffman took Amanda in his arms again, and walked over to the door. Lawrence walked with him and opened the door. Hoffman put Amanda on the backseat, and Lawrence placed the needed medicines on the passenger seat.

"Good luck, Mark." Lawrence said.

"Thanks, for everything."

"It's alright, just make sure she'll live, okay?" Hoffman nodded. He stepped into the car, and drove away from Lawrences house. Away from everything. He looked over to Amanda, who was sleeping. Why did he never admit he was in love with her? She is just so beautiful, even when she's hurt. He just hoped life would never be the same again, 'cause now, he hoped he had Amanda next to him.

He arrived at his place, and carrying Amanda inside, he was relieved. She woke up, and looked into his eyes. He laid her down on his bed. It wasn't much, but maybe he could sleep on the couch for a while.

"Mandy, are you alright? Does it hurt somewhere?"

"No. I'm alright." Amanda smiled. They sat like that for a long moment. Then, Amanda tried to sit up straight. Hoffman helped her. He took her hands in his, and she smiled again. Then, suddenly, Amanda leaned over and connected her lips with his. Hoffman deepened the kiss, and for the first time, he felt happy. He felt Amanda smile underneath his lips, and he smiled too. When they broke apart for air, Amanda lay down again.

"Mark?" Amanda asked after a few minutes.

"Hm?"

"What... What happened to John?" Hoffman swallowed. He didn't want to tell her, because he knew how much he meant for her. Then, he suddenly reminded something.

"Amanda, is it alright if I leave for half an hour? I'll be back, I promise."

"Sure, what for?"

"I'll tell you when I'm back." He kissed her, and left his house. He drove back to the warehouse, were he had made yet another promise, but he forgot that promise when het took care for Amanda. When he entered the warehouse, he heard Jeff scream. That stupid Jeff. Like he thought he could come out of here alive. He had killed John, and John told Hoffman that if he died because of Jeff, he had to leave Jeff behind in the sickroom.

Hoffman forgot about Corbett. And when he saw Amanda laying on his bed, he suddenly remembered. He strolled down the hallway, looking for the room John pointed out to him where he had to hide Corbett. When he entered the room, he saw the lights were off. He turned it on, to find Corbett hiding in the corner of her "cage". Hoffman didn't really felt like he had a heart, especially for murdering all those people for a serial killer, but locking that little, lonely girl away felt like torturing. He first didn't want to do it, but then obeyed, knowing John would've done it if he didn't do it. Corbett sobbed.

"Calm down, Corbett, I'm taking you out of here. Just calm down, everything will be alright." Corbett began to cry. Hoffman panicked. He didn't want Jeff to know he was taking his child away.

"Corbett, be quiet, now!" Hoffman angrily whispered. She immediately obeyed, to afraid he would do something to her. He moved towards her, opened the cage, and she ran into his arms. She still sobbed, but not so hard you could hear it if you were Jeff.

"Corbett, I first want to know if you want to come with me. Because I've heard your parents are... dead, and that you don't have an uncle or aunt or someone who can take care of you, and I have a house, and a lovely lady who can take care of you... Do you want that?" She kept quiet for a few moments, but then nodded. Hoffman sighed in relieve. He picked her up, and began to walk to the exit. But then he remembered something else. Jeff will hear it if he will come through that exit. He needed to go through the other one. He ran to the backside of the warehouse, and wanted to open the door, when he discovered that the door was locked.

"Fuck!", Hoffman angrily whispered, and felt Corbett shuddered.

"Sorry Corbett." He put Corbett down and searched his pocket. First pocket; nothing, second pocket; only a piece of paper. Wait a minute... He looked at the text on the paper.

"Corbett, stay here, I go find the key. I'll be back, I promise." Corbett nodded. He ran to "his" office and searched his drawers. He found the key, which was taped underneath his desk, two minutes later. He ran back to Corbett, who was still standing at the exact same spot he left her.

"Good, Corbett, will you open the door for me please? Wait outside, I'll go and turn off the lights." She nodded again. He ran back and put off all the lights. Arrived outside, he ran with Corbett around the warehouse and got into his car.

"We'll be safe within minutes, Corbett!" She smiled. She was cute when she smiled. He drove as fast, but also as safe as possible and arrived at home.

"Mandy?" Hoffman said, while opening the door. No response.

"Corbett, go pick a room, if you want to. I'm going to find Amanda." She ran upstairs.

"Amanda? Where are you? Are you alright?" He walked into the living room and found Amanda laying on the floor.

"Manda! Manda, what happened?" He turned her around. She smiled at him.

"I had a bad dream, and rolled off of the couch. Don't worry, I swear. Who was that person you brought with you?" Hoffman smiled.

"It's the daughter of Jeff and Lynn. I thought: Well, because her parents are dead and she has nowhere else to go, maybe we can take care of her? Only if you want to!" Amandas face dropped.

"Mark, I don't know... Are you sure about it? I mean... Oh well, alright, dammit!" Amanda said with a smile. Corbett came running down the stairs.

"I chose a room!", she exclaimed.

"Good! Corbett, since we hadn't really told each other who we are, we'll do now. I'm Mark Hoffman, but you may call me Mark if you want, and this is Amanda Young." He pointed at Amanda. Amanda smile and waved at her.

"Hi! You may call me Amanda, thought!" Amanda said with a smile. Corbett was quiet for a moment, but then ran over to Amanda and hugged her.

"Hi, Mandy!", Corbett said, and she chuckled. Amanda groaned, but smiled. Corbett pinched Hoffman.
"Mark?" She said.

"Yes, Corbett?"

"Were are my clothes? And all my dolls, and other toys?" Hoffman froze. God dammit, he forgot them. He hopefully looked over at Amanda, who nodded.

"Corbett, why don't we go shopping tomorrow for beautiful clothes and dolls?", Amanda said, still laying on the couch. Corbett nodded.

"I'm tired.", she announced, and she yawned.

"Oh, well, why don't you go to bed then?" Hoffman asked. Amanda and Corbett both rolled their eyes.

"Mark, ass, her bed's not ready yet, and you need to go with her! Men..." Amanda murmured. Hoffman chuckled. Amanda had changed since she is out of the warehouse. Just like he brought another Amanda with him. But although she was different, he liked her even so.

"O, sorry, Mandy! Maybe I don't know how to raise children? Women..." Corbett rolled her eyes.

"I'm a big girl, I can go to bed myself. Daddy always told me to-" Her eyes widened. She started crying.

"Oh, Corbett. What's wrong?" Hoffman walked over to her, and hugged her.

"Where's my mommy and daddy?" Corbett cried. Hoffman looked over at Amanda, who again nodded. Hoffman took Corbett in his arms and walked over to Amanda. He sat down next to Amanda with Corbett.

"Corbett, this may be a little bit shocking, but you need to be a big girl, alright, just like you said." Amanda said, with a soft voice. Corbett nodded.

"Alright... Corbett, your mom and dad are... Dead..." Corbetts eyes again widened.

"Come here..." Amanda said, while sitting up straight and reaching her arms out for Corbett. Corbett looked at her, then ran over to Hoffman and hugged him. Amanda looked surprised.

"Alright, I don't care!" Amanda said with a smile.

"Just know that you're not alone, we're still here. Mark will go to the Town Hall and say that we want to adopt you, okay?" Corbett nodded. She went upstairs, while holding Hoffmans hand.

A/N: So, this was the first chapter, hope you liked it! I will post the next one asap, as always :). Please review, blablabla, you know the story! :)

Unneeded information: So I wanted to buy a Saw 3 script, signed by Shawnee Smith, but my parents think it's crap, that I don't need it, it's a waste, blablabla, but I really want it... Now, I set my mind on a Billy doll, most probably signed by Shawnee, but maybe I'll buy the one signed by Cary and Costas as well, if my parents agree on it :). Wish me luck! :)