Disclaimer: I. Don't .Own. SAW. Just the plot line that Billy tied to his tricycle.
A/N: Hey all, sorry about the delay, but I had a thing called Life in the way, so here's the next chap I wrote, sorry it is a bit short, but I have like an hour to put it all down, and I will have more soon I promise! This is an in-between chapter not a full one ok?
He wondered how long that it would take to end, this thing that was his new life, this new game. He had no reason to think about how it would ruin all of these people, no they weren't people, but his subjects. John had to remember that, Jigsaw ran it into his brain every waking moment. Not that he would've forgotten anyway.
Amanda had finally gotten over the fact that she also was going to be in the house with the others, but she incorrectly guessed the motive that put her in there. She had no idea that what she had done to Adam is the whole reason that she would be in the house, only that she would be the only one that wouldn't be fighting for her life. She had no need to, she had passed her test.
She had gone back to her apartment one last time to gather up everything that she owned, which wasn't much. A few leftover articles of clothing, a few dilapidated stuffed animals that were from about twenty years before. And then there was her box of goodies as well, which both pieces of John despised, but then Jigsaw thought of another excuse to have her in the house. He really liked that idea, maybe too much.
So he wasn't surprised that she looked shocked when he told her that she had to slit her wrists again.
"What the hell? I did that once and you put me back in the basement just to make sure that I wouldn't do it again! I'm surprised that you didn't put me back in my bear trap, or worse!"
John nodded, and went back to polishing Billy which had been his task for the past hour. Soon, his puppet would be ready, and so would they.
Mak: another three to five!