Disclaimer: I. Don't .Own. SAW. Just the plot line that Billy tied to his tricycle.

A/N: Hey, sorry this is also short, (a drabble really) (Once again I'm skipping the movie, but throwing stuff in ok? Have fun and enjoy, this is featuring our Amanda) Hey! Thanks for sticking it out guys! I'm back! (And just so you know I DO NOT SMOKE, I JUST HAVE TO SELL CIGS AT MY JOB THAT'S WHY I'm SO SPESIFIC ABOUT THEM IN THIS CHAP OK? Sorry had to make that clear Enjoy.

She couldn't believe what that mother fucking dip shit did to him. Amanda had come out of the house and to the van, finding John bloodied mess.

"Oh my god! What the fuck did that ass do to you?" she praticly shrieked, John didn't like it, she was losing her nerve, her calm, she was becoming the girl in the room again, he had to calm her down.

"Amanda, Amanda please, just take up back to the factory, you can help me there, we just have to get out of here." He protested weakly, and hearing his voice must have broke her out of her frantic state, and she threw the van into drive, taking him back to the factory. Once there, Amanda had to praticly lift John into the bed, but after a year and a half that was no longer such a formidable task, especially after trapping the cop in the bathroom with Adam. Once hooked into the proper monitors, John rasped quietly" You almost lost you head Amanda, I will not have it happen again, you hear me?" Amanda just nodded, feeling like a reprimanded child. "Yeah ok, I just thought that you were-"

"Going to die?" john laughed, and then couched into the handkerchief that he held now from his table. "Amanda you fool, of course I'm going to die, it could've been right then, and no one would be there to mourn me."

"I would…" she seemed hurt by his words, and left him to sleep for a few hours, going out to buy more supplies, pulling on a cleaner hoodie, and pulling it up so no-one would really see her face. Going into the grocery store, Amanda picked up one of those small hand baskets, going into the produce first.

Picking up a few apples, peaches, a bag of grapes (green for him, red for her) she moved onto the organic pasta and sauces, thinking to make something simple, like spaghetti or Mac and cheese. She had finally gotten to the check out when she noticed that she was in the tobacco isle. Shit she hadn't had a single cigarette sense before she had started coke all those years ago. Oh shit, she hoped that the attendant wouldn't card her when she asked, "Hey, can I get a pack of Malbro Smooth and Reds both in a box?" Thankfully, the checker didn't card her, and she opened the Reds first. Savoring the first drag forever, she took longer than what was nessary to get back to the factory. Sowing away the precious items, she made dinner and took it to john. When she passed him his plate of spaghetti, he wrinkled his nose.

"Amanda, what have I told you about smoking?"

"What are you taking about? I haven't been smoking." She replied in the most innocent voice she could muster.

"Yes you have, Malbro kings."

"They're called Reds." She sighed. "Honestly you're impossible."

"I know. Finish eating and bring me Billy, he took a beating this time around, and I need to fix him up."

She did as she was told, and wondered what was so important about this little doll. She wondered how much of a puppet she was as well.

Mak: another three to five!