Hiii, I'm new to fanfiction and this is the first time I've written one. I love the Saw franchise and writing so decided to put them together! There's more to come and I'll be continuing with it when possible. Thanks for reading, please review if you can! ? xx

"Mark, Mark." His name was being called, ever so sweetly and ever so quietly. The voice was female and it sounded gentle and caring. Hoffman could swear he recognised it.

"Mark, wake up." It urged and slowly, Hoffman opened his eyes.

Of course he recognised the voice: it was his sister.

"Angelina," he murmured, sleepily trying to see her beautiful face in the gloom. She was sat next to him, on her knees. "Angelina, what are you doing here?"

"Oh, Mark." She said and sniffled.

She was crying. It broke Hoffman's heart to see his sister upset.

"What's wrong?" He asked her and found her arm in the dark to hold it.

"Everything is such a mess. Look at this. Look at you, look at me." Her voice cracked and she looked so broken.

Hoffman didn't know what to say.

"What's happened to you?" Angelina cried. She adored him so much.

"I- I don't know... I was captured here, I-"

"No, I don't mean that." She interrupted. "I'm talking about you. What has happened to you?"

"Ange, it's okay." He hated seeing his sister distressed. She was scared for him but there was something else in his voice. He recognised it as pity. She pitied him.

"What has happened to you?" She cried again. "You've changed... You've, you've become a murderer."

Hoffman moved his hand from her arm to one of her hands and covered it in both of his. He wanted to look after his sister. He wanted to prove that he was not a monster and that he still loved her so dearly.

"I love you. Everything I did was because I had to." Hoffman explained.

Angelina tried to look into his eyes but just couldn't. The tears were streaming down her cheeks and she was struggling to keep her breathing steady.

"Look at you. Look at where you are now. Look where it has gotten you."

"I did it for you. I killed him. I killed Seth for you." Hoffman said but he couldn't remember why he had killed Seth. "It was all meant to end tonight."

Angelina was shaking her head.

"You have to get out of here."

"I don't know... I don't know how I can, Angie." He replied sadly.

"You can," she whispered, holding both his hands back. She moved forward a little, as if she was nervous, then suddenly threw her arms around him.

He hugged her back tightly, listening to her short gasping breaths and soft crying. It felt so nice to hold her again. It was like nothing mattered anymore.

"This isn't it. It may be for me, but it's not for you."

"What do you mean? What do you mean by that?" He pulled from her and stared into her beautiful face.

"You know what I mean," she said, looking down. She couldn't bring herself to say it out loud. "I miss you."

Hoffman hugged her again but this time it felt different. It felt like she was fading, like he couldn't grip her properly. She was feeling smaller and smaller.

"Don't leave. Don't leave me, Angelina, please."

She was fading. He wanted to hold her. To protect her. His only family; the only one he truly cared for.

He felt the tears start in his eyes and cried out to her. The only one.

"Angelina, please! No!"

"I have to go," her voice was so faint. "It's over for me."

"Please, no! Angie, please... Don't go!"

And then he was sat there, his head resting against the bathtub and his sister gone. He felt his hands and his chest but her presence was completely gone. He would do anything to have her back.

"Angelina..."

He could remember now. She was dead. His sister was dead. Seth had killed her. The only one he loved and could ever love. He missed her so much.

She wasn't here: she never had been. She was just in his imagination. Either he had been dreaming or he was already starting to hallucinate.

'You have to get out of here.'

She was right, he had to do something. He couldn't give up now. He had to get out. This was a test, Hoffman's final test.