Saw 3 Chapter 10
Amelia turned around in the control room to find Samuel gone and Maya unconscious. "Maya?" Amelia knelt down to her side and checked her pulse. She grabbed the wet cloth on the floor and dabbed Maya's forehead. "Hang in there. We're so close."
Amelia grabbed Maya's hand and stared at the floor, mind wandering...
During Maya's game last summer, when the six girls were sleeping at the checkpoint, Amelia visited them. She snuck in and looked at all her players, all fast asleep. At one of the room was Maya, who just admitted the terrible things her step dad does. Kelly, who fell asleep facing Maya. Zoey, who Amelia hated the second most of that group. Heather, who was missing an arm. Jade, who just told her friends about her attack. And lastly Sarah, who suffered from a trap not meant for her.
Amelia walk over to her bedside and got on her knees. She leveled her head with the bed. She checked Sarah's pulse.
Sarah opened her eyes slowly.
"You're alive," Amelia said quietly.
Sarah's breathing slowed. "Am I dead? Are you here to take me to the light?"
Amelia tilted her head. "I just wanted to see you again."
Sarah grabbed her gut. "Why does it still hurt?" She got into a fetal position for a few moments. Then she released and looked back at her visitor. "Amy?" She reaches out to touch her. Sarah gasped. "You are alive."
"Shh," Amelia warned.
"How did you survive? Are you here to save us? Or them?" Sarah asked. She grabbed her stomach again.
Amelia grabbed Sarah's arm and extended it out. "I'm going to make the pain stop." She took out a need from her pocket and injected Sarah with the fluid inside it. Amelia watched as Sarah's eyes on her slowly closed.
A tear fell down Amelia's face and she kissed Sarah on the forehead.
Back in the control room, Maya opened her eyes and found herself in another plane. She was sitting in a room full of white furniture. A large bright light shined through the room. She was sitting on a large couch alone. Maya looked around and noticed someone else in the room, sitting in an armchair. The light dimmed, allowing her to see who it was: Jigsaw himself. John Kramer.
"John Kramer?" Maya asked.
He nodded slowly.
Maya sat up straight and looked at him. "What's going on here? Am I dreaming?"
John put his hands together. "Our time here is limited. Don't waste it. I know you have questions."
Maya leaned forward on the couch. "Are we doing a good job? Does our work honor your legacy or do you want us to stop?"
"It seems there is one answer you prefer over the other. But which one? You want me to say that you are honoring me to assuage your guilt. To put aside any doubts. Or maybe you want me to say that you should stop because you don't agree with these games." He gave a side smile.
Maya looked down. "So you're not going to answer?"
"Isn't it quite a phenomenon that many survivors of my traps become my accomplices. A trend that seems to have continued with your games. You're doing something right." John said.
Maya bit her lip. "Are we right? Is anything right about what we're doing? Especially when Amelia rigs the game half the time. That's not your method."
"These games will not go on forever Maya. These games with come to end soon." John said.
"How will it end?" Maya asked. "With us quitting or us getting arrested?"
"How did it end the first time?" He asked her. "It didn't end with my death. It won't end with yours. Don't die Maya. Not today." He got up and disappeared into the light.