Okay, I know, I know. Let me do the honors.
*clears throat*
SOUL HOW COULD YOU CREATE ANOTHER FANFIC WHEN YOU ALREADY SAID YOU WOULD WRITE YOUR WARRIORS ONE AND YOU STILL NEED TO FINISH YOUR SOUL EATER ONE (even though that one took a little trip through LSD landia)?! AND IT'S ANOTHER SAW FIC! WHYYYYY!?
Okay, first I have to explain a few things.
AmandaxMark JUST (and I mean JUST) became my OTP. The idea for this story was actually PMed to me by someone by the screen name of ShawneeSmithIsMyIdol even before they became my OTP. I decided to give it a shot.
You have no idea how much fun I am having with this fic. THANK YOU SHAWNEESMITHISMYIDOL!
And that's pretty much it. Enjoy!
"Mommy? Where did you and Daddy meet?"
Amanda smiled. It was a common question for kids to ask their parents, especially kids of a younger age. They dreamed of love, but did not quite know what it was all about, besides the bits and pieces they learned from movies and their parents.
The six-year-old looked up at her mother, wide-eyed with wonder and dreams that, to her, could be reality.
"At our work," Amanda replied, not turning away from her food preparation. She was cutting up a few carrots that would be used in that night's dinner.
"Where did you work?"
This was the question that always filled Amanda with sadness and loneliness. She missed her old work, but that was in the past. It was better this way.
"In an office." Amanda didn't like to lie to her children, but she tried to keep her answers vague, hoping they didn't press her further.
Thankfully, Angelina quickly switched to another topic.
"Can you read me a story?" She asked.
"Not right now. I'm fixing dinner. Why don't you ask Lynn if she can read to you?" Amanda put the cut-up carrots in a bowl full of salad.
"Lynn's doing homework and John's playing a video game," Angel wined.
"Dinner's almost ready anyway," Amanda sighed. "Why don't you go play with your dolls and I can read to you after dinner?"
"Okay!"
Amanda heard the pitter-patter of tiny feet as Angel left the kitchen. What she didn't hear was Mark walk in.
"Hey, beautiful."
Amanda spun around to face her husband. "You scared me!"
"Did I?" Mark gave Amanda that mischievous smile of his and she couldn't help but laugh.
"You came in at the wrong time," She said, turning back to her preparations. "Come and help me make dinner."
Mark walked up to Amanda and put his arms around her neck. "Or," he whispered, "I can kiss you and we could call it even."
"Or," Amanda said, turning to face Mark, "you could kiss me and still help me with dinner."
Mark leaned down and kissed Amanda. "It's a deal."
"Ugh, you guys are so gross."
The two turned to see their only son walking into the kitchen.
"I thought you were playing a videogame," Mark said, taking the knife from Amanda and starting to cut up some vegetables.
"I just came in here to grab a snack." John started walking towards the pantry, but Amanda stepped in front of him.
"Not so fast," she said. "It's almost dinner time. Go finish up your video game and help us in the kitchen."
John sighed and rolled his eyes. "Whatever," he mumbled, then walked out of the room. Amanda and Mark could hear the volume on his game being turned up.
"What are we going to do about him?" Amanda sighed. Mark shook his head.
"He's just a kid. Give him time."
"Do you think we should-"
"Amanda, you already know what the answer is."
"They need to learn!" Amanda protested. "Lynn's been moody and detached lately and John's been rebellious. Once they pass-"
"But what if they don't pass?! Ever think of that?!" Mark had gone red in the face with anger. He took a deep breath, then calmed himself down.
"Lets not jump to that right away, okay? That life is over."
Amanda sighed. "You're right. But one day they might have to be tested."
"Lets hope that never happens." Mark put his arm around Amanda and she rested her head on his shoulder.
"Can you finish dinner?" Amanda asked. "I'm going to go check on the children." Without waiting for a response, Amanda pecked mark on the cheek and made her way to Angelina's room. She peered through the doorway and saw her daughter playing with her dolls. She smiled slightly as Angel gave the doll she called John a time-out.
Amanda made her way to Lynn's room. She knocked on the closed door.
"Yeah?" Lynn called.
"Just wanted to see how you were doing." Amanda said,not bothering to open the door.
"Fine. I'm just doing my homework."
"Okay. Dinner's going to be ready in about five minutes."
"Okay mom. Love you."
Amanda turned to knock on her son's door, but then realized that the game was too loud for him to hear her. She opened the door and saw nothing but John's controller sitting on his bed. The game was still on, but it was on a paused screen. She looked around the room, and saw that her son was nowhere to be seen.
He must be in the bathroom. Amanda thought. She turned around to walk out of John's room.
"Mommy!"
"Angel!" Amanda called. She caught a glimpse of a shadow coming from Angel's room that was too large to be hers.
"Mommy!"
"I'm comin' baby," Amanda mumbled to herself. She ran to her room and dug through the bottom drawer of her dresser. After Amanda found what she was looking for she dashed to Angel's room and saw a man in a pig mask holding her youngest daughter.
"Put her down," Amanda hissed. "Or this will be your last day on earth."
The man set a struggling Angel down and put his hands up. Angel ran to her mother, crying.
"Take off your mask!" Amanda demanded. She held the gun at arm's length with both hands, two fingers on the trigger. The man slowly took off the ugly mask.
"Lawrence," Amanda growled. "I should've known."
"Hello Amanda. Been awhile, hasn't it?" The doctor smiled, dropping the mask.
"What do you want with my family!?" Amanda heard a muffled screamed and turned around to see another man holding her daughter at gunpoint.
"It's very simple, actually," Lawrence said. "I want to play a game."
"Let her go!" Amanda pointed the gun at the new pig-faced person.
"Amanda, you didn't hear the rules yet."
"I don't give a shit about your goddamn rules!"
"If you don't listen to the rules, someone might end up dead."
Amanda hesitated. "What are the rules?" She asked, not taking her eyes off of the man holding Angel.
"Rule number one," Lawrence said. "Drop the gun."
"I already passed my test!" Amanda protested.
"I don't want to test you."
"Leave my children out of this!"
"Amanda. Drop the gun, or I'm going to have to do something I don't want to do."
Amanda looked into her daughters terrified eyes that were so innocent not long ago. It was too easy to imagine her dead at the hands of a Jigsaw Killer.
Amanda dropped the gun. It landed on the floor with a loud thump. She put her hands up in a surrendering gesture, still not taking her eyes off of Angelina. "I didn't think you would stoop that low," she hissed between clenched teeth.
"There is no high or low in the life of a Jigsaw Killer." Lawrence Gordon jabbed the needle of a syringe into Amanda's neck. "Only efficiency."
"And it is efficient to use a six-year-old to your advantage, I presume?"
"In your case, yes."
"Leave her out of it."
Lawrence injected Amanda with the sedatives and watched her fall to the floor.
"She's already too far in," was the last thing Amanda heard before she lost consciousness.
Wow. We're only through the first chapter and people are already getting kidnapped.
The next chapters will add in some backstory, including some AmandaxMark (can someone please tell me what the shipping name is?) stuffs. Please R&R! I would appreciate it!
