Disclaimer: I don't own SAW you all know that by now, or I'd be rich.

A/N: only 2 reviews guys? You can do way better than that next time! I know all of you better than that! Anyway, this might be the last chapter for this story, but I do have Ideas for the sequel to Another Mercy Game in the works, so don't worry, I'm not going anywhere.

Amanda sighed, she didn't think that she was ready to go through with this last game; it was probably going to be John's last one. Pulling up into the grungy alleyway of the hospital, she crawled into the back of the van to change into her robe and mask, and pulled a clean syringe out of a case sitting on the floor. She was trying not to pullout to so she could use one also. She didn't need to be high as a kite when she got home to John with their subject, he wouldn't be happy. Plus it was going to be hard enough to sneak into a crowded hospital looking like a Halloween reject, let alone capturing the good doctor. She snickered at that, good doctor her ass.

Amanda paused, pulled on the suffocating latex mask, and hopped out of the back of the van, locking it behind her. The alleyways pretty much deserted, with only one lone hobo lighting up a cigarette.

Creeping up on the only side door that she could find, she peered through the wire mesh, and pulled open the door, slipping in, barely untested.

After waiting on the doctor to see if she was going to take her anti-depressants or not, Amanda struck, pushing the needle into Lynn's neck with a relish, but careful enough not to kill her, this was going to be the person that would safe John's life after all.

It took her about an hour to get the doctor back to the factory and into the wheelchair, making sure that her hands and feet were securely duct aped to the legs and armrests, and the locks were put on he wheels before she went to go check on John.

John was awake, and had propped himself up in bed, drinking his last sip of water from his favorite glass when she came in.

"There you are, did you get the doctor here safely?"

"Yeah, though she's not an easy one to drag in here that's for sure."

"Good," John almost smiled, "Now all you have to do is get our other test subject into his box." Amanda cringed.

"That fat ass? Are you kidding me?" she shuddered, the newest guy reminded her of what John had told her about Paul. Middle class, sane, fat. All the same to her. "Can I at least try and lift him with something else?"

"I guess so, but be careful, that man will end up being vital to both of our lives. Look at me Amanda, know that I'm not lieing." Those word sent chills down her spine, like John had meant them too. She left, and his eyes followed her, hoping against hope that they would all make it out of this alive, if only she would keep her temper…

A few hours later, John could her Lynn screaming from the other room, and a few minutes' passes and Amanda brought her in to see him fir the first time. He took a few Ibprophen, and Amanda handed him his water so he could swallow it.

"Hello Dr. Denlon," he started, his voice raspier than he had ever heard it, and it sounded foreign to him almost. "You probably don't remember me, but I most certainly remember you…" he coughed, and took a breath of oxygen it was certainly getting harder to breathe. He motioned for Amanda to go check on Jeff, the other subject and she did reluctantly, she didn't want to leave those two alone. Walking over to the monitor, she giggled a little as she watched the big man rock and tumble all the way out of the box, and interrupted the pair s she walked back into the room, and said, "He's out of the box."

John nodded, and accepted his fate, their fate, this was the last lesson that he was able to teach, this was Amanda's final lesson, and hopefully she would pass, because he really didn't want to rely on the other, he was barely worthy of the honor. But if he had to, this is what must be done.

Hours later…

This was it, it had all come down to this, his lessons had failed Amanda, but not everything he had worked so hard for had died, there was still some hope left, as Jeff stared down into his face and said that he forgave him, he wondered if the man really did, that's why he had recorded the rules of the last game to Jeff on another small tape he left in the recorder, that's why he swallowed the other one, to make sure that the other got it, and would put his last lesson in place. The one for the last remaining veteran SWAT member, Rigg… but right now, he had to deal with Jeff.

"Jeff, live or die, make our choice…" and there was a small smile on his face as he watched the blood coming out of his throat, he could hear Jill's laugh, he could see Amanda, Adam, and even Dr. Gordon waiting for him.

"Hey…welcome to hell." And then he knew that his work was done, these lessons were not to be taken lightly, and he had learned this. But what was he? He was only a simple toy maker who decided to make a puppet one day…

Mak: Well, that's it for this one you guys hope you enjoyed it, I need at least FIVE reviews if you all want the sequel to another mercy game starring our Amanda and Corbett. Thanks everybody!