Author's Note: This is my first fanfiction ever. So I'm very sorry if some parts don't make sense. I'm still learning how to write a fully functioned fanfic. This is a oneshot fanfic, but it's very short and sweet. And yes, I am having all the main four (A.K.A. Anna, Ryan, Mitch, and Carly) still be alive for the sake of the story.
Disclaimer: This is rated T, strong language is going to be used in this fic. I do not own the rights or any of the characters of the Saw franchise. They belong to their rightful owners.
Shotguns and Wires —Oneshot
Ryan's P.O.V.
I looked at my wrist watch, "7:40" it read.
She was supposed to be here 10 minutes ago.
I was seated on the edge of the sidewalk as I watched cars go by. I ran my fingers through my frizzy hair, "I should've put gel in my hair" I mumbled to myself. God, where do I even start when I say this, but I think I just had a "Holy shit, I think I'm in love" moment. I've been wanting to ask out Anna for so long, I wanted to tell her how much I liked her. Not just as a friend, but more than that. But this mountain of hesitation kept on holding me back for all these years.
Practically everyone I knew I had a crush on this girl. My friends, my parents; Hell, even my prison-mates knew about my stupid little feelings (A.K.A. Mitch and Carly.) I would constantly talked about much I wanted to go on a date with her. Yea, it was annoying, but I'm pretty sure they got the message. "If you love her so much, then why not just ask her out already?" they would say. I wanted to, so god damn badly. But asking her out seemed like too much of a risk to take. If I were to tell her I had lovey-dovey feelings for her, she'd probably won't wanna talk to me anymore. Having her as a close friend felt fucking amazing. She was the only real friend I had in a long time since my deceased friends all those years ago.
Fortunately, I gave in when my drinking-buddies kept on calling me a sissy. And it would finally be the time that I would get the guts to ask Anna out. Though I was expecting a "Maybe" or a "I don't know." But surprisingly, without hesitation, she said yes. It seemed very strange though. Don't get me wrong now, I was beyond happy when she agreed to go out with me. But I never thought she would say yes to a guy like me.
Some people probably already know by now that I'm a complete, uttering dickhead. And if I'm correct, I'm sure no woman wants to be treated like shit. Now I'm not entirely mean to her, unlike what happened back at the barn. But I still do call her nicknames like sweetheart or lollipop, instead of using her real name. Sort of like a cat-caller thing to do to be honest. Though, she didn't seemed to mind it for some reason. Or maybe she did, but just kept it inside. I literally fucking pushed her to the ground when we first saw each other, how the hell did she say yes to me?
God, where do I even start. I don't know how I began to fall in love with her. Yes, I know, it sounds like bullshit. I would say we knew each other for a good 5 years since we got out of that horrific place. We'd talk every couple of weeks, always texting each other, and go to the bar together and have one or two beers. You know, talking like best friends would do. But like I said before, I thought of her as…more than just a friend. I tried to brush it off my shoulders and forget about it. But I couldn't stop thinking about her. Her chestnut hair, her glazed eyes, her stupid face. She would always get on my mind all the time no matter what I did. I was so confused. Was it just because I finally met a real friend, or was it because I was in love again? I just don't know how I manage to restrain myself from not spilling out my feelings to her through those 5 years.
Sorry, I'm probably getting off track. Anyways, we planned to meet up at the local café that just opened in town. I was sitting in the winter cold as I looked from side to side. Looking out for a woman with chestnut hair. I was dressed in the best clothes I could find: a pair of sneakers, a pair of navy blue jeans, a white shirt, a black coat, a wrist watch, and of course, my prosthetic leg. I know, it's pathetic. But it was enough to keep me warm from the 50 degree weather, while also not looking like a douche in front of Anna.
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I looked back in forth at my watch to check the time, "7:50." I felt my body shiver, not just from the cold, but we should've already been inside by now.
Is she not coming?
The thought sank into my mind. I stood up in a panic to see if she had arrived yet. No sign of her. I sat back down and clutched my arm.
Fuck! Is she actually not coming? Shut up, Ryan, just shut up
She'll come, sooner or later she'll come. She wouldn't just not show up without telling me anything. No, she's not like that. I've known her for so long, and I know damn well she would—
Honk!
My train of thoughts were intruded by a loud honk coming from my right. Confused, I stood up and turned my head to see the bus dropping someone off. Out came a woman dressed in black, high heel boots, black tights, a black skirt, a white buttoned up shirt with one sleeve rolled up and the other covering her whole arm, and a brown messenger bag around her waist. Her tweed hair seemed like it was used with the most expensive shampoo, a lot of blush was dabbed on her cheeks, her thin lips were covered with lip gloss, and dark eyeshadow was brushed on her eyelids.
Anna?
As soon as she saw me, she smiled softly, and walked over to where I was standing. "Hey" she said "have you been waiting long?" I looked at her, locking her eye contact with mine "Hey Anna" I replied "And yeah, actually." I rubbed my neck and awkward smile plastered onto my face "Our date was supposed to start 20 minutes ago. I mean, not that it matters or anything, but I just thought that you wouldn't…" Her smile began to fade away "Oh, I'm sorry" she apologized. I raised an eyebrow "What for?" "I didn't mean to keep you waiting for that long." "20 minutes isn't that long you know" I scoffed. "Though, I was getting a little worried that you wouldn't show up" I said as I held my arm. "I'm sorry" she repeated. I scoffed "Anna, it's no big deal. It's fine."
"You sure?"
"Again, 20 minutes isn't that long lollipop" I smiled. She smiled back with relief, "You know, you didn't have to wait out here in the cold." "Yeah, but I wanted to see if you were gonna show up or not." She chuckled "If I didn't show up, I would've told you.
"Besides, I've been wanting to check out this place for a while now. Anyways, shall we go in?"
I nodded in response.
~~~~~
The first thing I could hear when we walked in was the slow jazz playing on the radio. We took our orders and sat in one of the booths by the window. With her on one side and me on the other.
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Everything was very silent. According to my watch, it only had been a couple of minutes since we sat down. I was tapping my fingers very swiftly onto the wooden table, as I looked out the window from time to time. I glanced over at Anna, she was looking down at the floor with a flustered look, probably just trying to figure out what to say. I was thinking: A date can't be any different from hanging out as just friends, right? A date is just the same thing as going out to the bar and having a couple of beers.
I was beginning to get worried again; This was not what I had in mind. What was with the awkward silence? We're never like this when we were around each other. I should've been cracking up jokes by now, and she should've already talked about how she was doing at her abusive work.
"Hey, you alright?" Anna asked with a concerned expression, putting her hand up against my arm. I looked up at her "Yea, I'm okay" I smiled shyly "Just a little nervous." she sighed "Make that two" and smiled. "Yea no shit, your face looks all pinkish." "How do you know if I'm blushing? It's probably just my makeup"
"It's just a guess, since you haven't been talking much."
"Hey, it's no difference for you either!"
"Whatever" I smirked "How have you been doing at your office job?" "Same as always" she responded. "You know, boss giving me a hard time, male co-workers keep on hitting on me. Nothing new, just the usual…" "I swear, you need to get a better job" I said as I shook my head. "I know, but it's the only job that pays you a good amount of money." "I would rather get treated with respect than just get money, just saying" I said, sarcastically. She smiled "Oh whatever, anyways how's your leg been doing?" I looked down at what limb used to be there, then back at her "It's going okay" I responded. "The doctor said that I'll be able to sleep with the damn thing on, which is good I guess. God, it's such a pain in the ass having a prosthetic leg."
"Elaborate."
"Three words. Heavy. As. Fuck."
She rolled her eyes and scoffed "Oh man, you poor baby." "Trust me, sweetheart. If you were to go through the same routine I have with this thing on, you'll know what I mean." She chuckled "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Anyways, did you get accepted at that job interview? At the bar we always go to?" "Yeah! They accepted me to be the bartender. I'm starting in a couple of weeks" I answered. "That's nice, about time you finally got back on your feet. Or foot, no pun intended." I laughed "Oh fuck off, lollipop." She smiled "I'll go check if our drinks are ready, be right back."
Anna got out of the booth and walked over to the counter, where our drinks were laying. She came back with our drinks and settled them down on the table. "When are you going to move out of your apartment?" She asked as she sat back down in the booth. I sipped from my drink "When I start my job, I want to save enough money to browse for a house that's for sale."
"How much do they pay you?"
"About 15 an hour. Since I work for 6 hours, it would be 90 a day."
"Seems like a pretty good job" she took a sip from her drink. "It's not exactly my dream job, but I guess so…" I shrugged. "Say, do you remember Mitch and Carly?" I almost choked on my drink when she asked the question. Giving me a quick flashback of what had happened in the past. "Uh, y-yeah. Yeah I do" I answered. Anna noticed the stutter in my voice, "Sorry, I know it's a subject you don't like talking about. But you said you've been talking to them lately, and I just got curious..." Anna explained, "Um yeah, I have been. Mitch gave me a ride over here. I don't know about Carly though, I only talked to her a couple of times. But last time I heard from her she said she was doing fine. And she finally has a job now, and she'll won't have to be a purse snatcher anytime soon. So that's nice I guess.
"But things are still pretty awkward between me and her after the incident. Same thing with Mitch, but I think he's getting over it." "Oh, right…" she slightly mumbled.
"It's kind of a shock that you still wanna talk to me."
"How's that shocking?"
"Is that an actual question? Face it, you know I've always been a dick to you! I call you stupid nicknames when not using your real name!"
She shook her head in disbelief "You were. Well, not anymore at least. I don't mind you calling me nicknames, though it sometimes it gets a little annoying. But other than that, you're actually fun to hang out with. You're funny, nice, you don't peer pressure me into doing bad shit. Hell, you're the most honorable person I know. And it really feels worth it coming home after hanging out with you at the bar. Side-note, I'm not just saying that to be sappy." "Wow. You're very corny, you know that?" I smirked, making me blush. She rolled her eyes and smiled.
I glanced at the window, then at her "I look like shit, huh?" She raised her eyebrow "What do you mean?"
"You obviously look way more nicer than me. I'm pretty sure it took you an hour to get ready. That's probably why you were late. I only took 10 minutes to be honest."
"Well for one, I was late because of the bus. And two, what are you talking about? You look fine! I mean, I thought I overdressed at first, but you look amazing!"
"Are you kidding? You look fucking beautiful! I just look like a damn mutt! Honestly, you must be blind, because Im nowhere near as sexy as you look!"
Her face seemed like she was blushing, even through all that makeup. But I felt my face burn up more than hers, after what I just said. "Sorry" I apologized "Got carried away." I put my hand over my eyes, trying to cover my face as much as possible.
Jesus fucking Christ. She probably thinks I'm a creep now. This is not what I had in mind, this is not what I had in mind!
I felt two soft hands on mine; I removed my hand from my eyes. "Trust me, you look fine" Anna smiled. "You sure you're not trying to be nice? Cause if I'm going to confess, I was thinking of putting gel in my dry ass hair"
"I'm sure. Besides, I'm not really a fan of men who put gel in their hair."
"Was that a flirty remark?"
"What else would it be?"
"Whatever sweetheart" I smiled.
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"You ready to go?" She asked. I looked at my watch "8:45." I nodded and got out my wallet. We left a tip on the table and got out of our seats.
As we stopped at the enterance, she turned to me "Thanks for taking me out. It was really fun hanging out with you. Any chance we can do this again sometime?" My face began to flush like a rose, did she actually say she enjoy our date? I yelled at her just to say how beautiful she was. What the actual hell.
Before I could say anything, I could see the bus at the bus stop. Anna turned around "What do you know, the bus is early." I hestitated for a moment, but then asked "Hey, I'm all free next week, and I was just thinking…" She smiled, knowing what I was going to say next "I'd love to," she said sweetly "where should we meet?"
"Well, I've heard about this five star resturant we could go to; I can reserve our seats online"
"Sounds great, is Saturday okay with you?"
"Sure, wanna meet up at 8 p.m.?"
She nodded and smiled again. She glanced back over at the bus "I should probably get going, the bus is gonna leave any minute now." We both gave each other one last hug goodbye.
"See you around soon, Ryan"
"See you then, lollipop"
~~~~~
As soon as the bus drove away, I got out my phone and began to text Mitch to come pick me up. "Sure man, I'll be over there in 10 minutes" he replied "But can I ask you something?" "Go ahead I guess" I texted back, being a bit concerned of what he wanted to ask me.
No, I didn't get to say what I wanted to say that day, while also making myself a huge embarrassment in public. But it was the best time I had in a long time. I know, it's strange to be in love with someone that you've met all just because of a serial killer. But I guess you can't resist once you're in love. It's like a spell or something. And I hope we can become more in the future. Jesus, now I'm the one who's being corny.
I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I took it out, thinking that Mitch responded to me. A notification lit up the screen. I pressed it and a text bubble popped up:
"So, you guys together yet?"
Author's Note: Hello everyone! Like I said, I'm sorry if this is the most cheesiest thing you've seen in your life. If there's any chance you could give me some feedback, that would be much appreciated. I know this ship is not very popular, and nothing like chainshipping, but I honestly love this ship to death. And it's really hard to find fanfictions of the 8th Saw movie, since everyone hates it. So, I just had to take matters into my own hands :0 However, if you did happen to like this, please give me any ideas on what I should do next! Bye bye!