I flipped through the pages of the weak newspapers, each had an unnerving title. Apparently this was worse than I thought, I'd really gotten myself into something. My hands shook and grew cold as ice as I continued to scan the pages. So many horrible things had happened, so many deaths... I was rare. Amanda was the only one who'd survived — except for me... but thanks to my great stupidity and selfishness, no one knew. At least she'd told people, I wasn't even that sensible; and she was a junkie. I didn't know why, but tears started to drip down the side of my face, I didn't make a sound. I had really screwed things up for myself; what had I done... how could I think that this could help... I was such an idiot! Hoffman wasn't even the first guy to do this, he was just an apprentice! It was this John guy... was he still alive? I didn't know anything about this, yet I basically joined it! I pushed the papers off my bed and buried my face in the pale blue covers. I'd been so blind... so I needed help... I got it from the most-wanted killer? How is he in any position to help me? He's the one that needs help! I groaned into the covers, I was starting to get a headache. Suddenly I remembered Rick. What ever happened to him? I got up from my bed and went to look for Hoffman. As before, he was 'working' on his sick games; I went over and waited for him to acknowledge me.

"What?" He said, not looking at me.

"What happened to Rick?" I asked.

He had a smile on his face. "Don't take this the wrong way, but... I let him go. I didn't have anything else planned for him... so I had no choice. See, I've become a little sloppy with my tests... I need help, too. Could you do that for me, Madison? It's helping people, after all — you'd be helping them-" he said in a supposedly friendly tone.

"I don't think so." I interjected, my breathing got faster.

He turned back to the folders. "It's all right, you don't have to. I could always use some help, though... if you change your mind."

The hair on the back of my neck stood up. He was really starting to creep me out, a lot. I left without a word and started to go back to my room. I knew exactly what I going to do. I took my cell phone out and hid it in my bra again, then sneaked past Hoffman; he didn't notice. I left the warehouse in a hurry and peered into the car's window, he'd left the key inside and door unlocked. I wasn't the only idiot around here. I jumped in and started it up, in no time I was driving steadily down the road towards my apartment. Once I'd gotten into my room, which was still unlocked and vacant, I grabbed my cell phone's charger and stuck it into the plug-in. Then I got my cell phone out and connected it to the charger. I didn't know how much time I had until Hoffman noticed I was gone. It could be hours — but I didn't want to push my luck. Once I'd left the cell phone charge for about ten minutes, I took it out and turned it on. Eagerly I watched the screen light up, it was very reassuring. I now had a little electronic life-saver in my pocket and ready to go. Before I left I wandered into the bathroom to check on my appearance. I wasn't obsessed or uptight with looks, but I hadn't really gotten the chance to see myself in a mirror for quite some time. The person that met my eyes shocked me. I knew I was an adult — but I didn't think I had wrinkles! Well, they weren't that evident, maybe it was from all this stress... but still... I looked different then I thought. My hair — it was slightly shorter, too. What was going on? I pushed the questions out of my head and ran down the stairs. When I got back to the car I sat down in the leather seat and let my head rest on the steering wheel. I really did heal fast, but I wasn't exactly energized. I flipped open my cell phone and punched in the numbers I had been fantasizing about: 911. This could end up badly, but I was willing to risk it. The dial tone buzzed in the background and I waited patiently. As I did I thought about how everything suddenly seemed like I'd known it before... like I was forgetting something. It was like extreme déjà vu, everything was familiar; and with that came a headache.

"911, what's your emergency?" A kind voice asked.

I hesitated, was it really an emergency...? "Ah, can I get the police?"

"Okay, hun, let me connect you."

I waited more, I was starting to have second thoughts.

"Hello, this is the police, what's the matter?" The strong voice echoed.

Before I could stop myself, I blurted it all out. "It's — it's Jigsaw, I know where he is!"

"What? Stay on the line!"

I shuddered in my seat and waited impatiently. There were really taking their time, I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel.

"You'd better not be joking! Now, where is he?" Whoever it was spoke again.

"Uh, I can't give an address, I never saw it... but it's... um, it's like a warehouse, in an abandoned looking area, not too far from where I am, actually. I'm on 204th right now, if you just keep going straight from there, and then left and left..." My voice was very shaky.

There was lots of background noise. "All right, can you meet us at the warehouse?"

"What? Why?" That seemed a little dangerous.

"It'll help us find it, and we need you. Can you do that?" They didn't seem like they would take 'no' anyway.

"Okay," I said dryly, then they hung up.

I cleared all logical thoughts from my mind and sped out of the parking lot. In minutes I was back at the warehouse, feeling like death. All the times I'd thought 'this is it', I was wrong. This was it. This was the end, this meant no more murderous psychos, or death traps... or anything I didn't want my life to be! But something always happens... so I didn't try to get my hopes up. I tried my best to sneak back into the shady house, Hoffman was still at work, never even looked up when I entered the room. I tried to leave again, then suddenly he noticed me.

"Madison," he started, a new tone in his shallow voice.

"Y-yes?" I stuttered, meeting his not-so-cold stare.

"I need to talk to you... I need you to understand..." He looked distant, like he was thinking about a long-ago memory.

"What?" I asked, I actually wanted to know what he was going to say for once.

"I - I miss you... It's been so hard to-" he was cut off by a loud ringing noise.

It took me a second to realize that the ringing was my cell phone. I looked at Hoffman's bitter emotion spread across his face. I took out my phone and flipped it open quickly.

"Hello?" My voice was very nervous and high pitched.

"Is this Sarah?" An unfamiliar voice asked blandly at the other end.

"No!" I almost screamed at them, and hung up abruptly.

Hoffman's face twisted into an evil glare. "You called the police, didn't you?"

"No!" I whined, amazed at the desperate note in my voice.

"You did! Madison, you did! You did!" He yelled at me, arising from his chair.

"I - I - I'm sorry!" I cried, my face felt red.

"No, you aren't! Why? Why?" He was enraged now, I backed away.

He walked up to me and I thought he was going to kill me right there. But instead he grabbed my arm tightly and dragged me towards the exit. I let out a small whimper, I wondered if the police had come yet.

"What are you doing?" I asked breathlessly.

"We're leaving this whole city and never coming back, and you know why, Madison?" He yelled at me, gripping my arm tighter.

"I'm sorry! It-"

"Oh, it was an accident that you called the police? Shut up and get in the car!" He growled, pushing me into the passenger seat.

He got in soon after and started the car up, it buzzed to life. I stared at him fearfully, I could see he had a pistol in his jeans pocket.

"A gun? I thought you were against murder! Please... let me go... I won't drink again, I-" I pleaded with him, he was already driving steadily down the highway.

"Shut up, shut up! Give me that cell phone, now!" He said tensely, holding his hand out.

I struggled to pull my cell phone out of my pocket, my hands were shaking horribly in Hoffman's as he took the phone from me. Wait? He was holding me hand!

"L-let go...?" It sounded like more of a question than a demand.

He held it for a little longer, then let go slowly and threw my cell into the back. I stared at him angrily and nervously but he never looked at me. He just kept driving and driving. I leant my body on the side and rested my head on the clear window. Once again, the setting of this scene was all wrong; a beautiful, hot, cloud-less day. The sun shining on me through the window warmed my exposed skin and I felt a bit better. A slight ringing noise entered my ears and I looked behind myself. It was worse than the cell phone, it was about ten police cruisers trailing not too far behind us — they must had caught us leaving.

"Fuck." Hoffman muttered under his breath, he sped up even faster.

"No, slow down... please! Too fast-" I whined, already knowing the answer.

"I said, shut up!" He said loudly, speeding up even more and zig-zagging around cars.

I whimpered more and tried to keep my mind off the sudden dangerous situation. Surely I wouldn't get in trouble, after all... I was a victim, right? My heart jumped and my stomach churned when suddenly Hoffman swerved around a truck and right through a red light into another intersection. I let out a soundless scream and checked behind myself to see two of the police cars collide with a pole and a wall.

"What are you doing? We could've been killed! St-" I pleaded with him.

Instead of yelling at me, he wrapped his hand around my mouth and I let out long, muffled screams. I started to cry softly and they rolled over Hoffman's hands, loosening his tight grip over my mouth. Why did he act like... that? What was it about me that made him so different? He finally lowered his hand and I breathed out heavily, I glanced at the speedometer: 120 km/h. At this point, I was almost one-hundred percent sure that this was the end of me. I should have been dead long ago, but I guess I had some sort of dumb luck. I brushed the tears from my eyes as Hoffman took more dangerous turns and maneuvers. He wiped sweat from his brow and looked behind him.

"I think I lost them," he stated plainly.

"W-what are we going to d-do? You kind of left the warehouse for them to-" I blubbered, hoping he would let me go now that his whole operation was ruined.

He sighed and stopped in the parking lot of an old hotel.

"It's... okay. I only had meaningless scraps and things there... I can continue — we can continue."

I shivered at the last part. We? I had many questions and remarks to give him, but I decided to cooperate. We both got out and I followed him into the hotel, he hastily got a room for the night and we went to hideout there. Or at least, that's what I thought. Once we were alone in the room, he sat on the bed and cupped his head in his hands. I wandered to the bathroom to wash up, but Hoffman called my name.

"What?" I replied, expecting the worst, as always.

"I can't... do this anymore... I can't... lie to you... Madison... please, listen..." He said in a small but powerful tone.

I didn't know where he was going — well, of course I knew he hid things from me — but it seemed like it was a big deal. I didn't know how to answer, so I stood there and waited for him to continue.

"It's — everything... you're not twenty-two. You're thirty. You're not an alcoholic, but you were. Are you remembering anything yet?"

At first I was completely clueless, but somehow I knew what he was talking about. I almost fell over when I finally realized — he was right. I remembered, I did... I didn't know how much I did, but it was there.

"I - I - I... I'm..." I had to pause to catch my now ragged breath. "I'm thirty."

"Yes... Madison, now, do you remember your... accident? Do you remember us?" He put tension on the last part.

"Yes, yes! I remember now... and... and... and..." I trailed off.

Yes, I knew everything now. The car accident I was in, it was the reason for this memory loss, wasn't it? It was all pretty foggy, but I knew — that was enough. I glanced up at Hoffman's face, my heart fluttered. I didn't love him anymore... I knew that, too. My ex-husband — he was Jigsaw? Is this why he was acting so shady before we split up? Tears dropped rapidly from my eyes.

"And...?" Hoffman asked eagerly.

"And, I understand now. Why did you do this to me? I... hate you!" My emotions changed amazingly fast.

"M-Madison? No, no... I did this... for us. I love you, I love you, Madison! I want us to be together... it's the only wa-" he sounded unsure and pleading now — opposite of typical Hoffman.

"No! G-get away from me! I... don't love you anymore! It's over, how could you do this to me? I'm not, I'm not going to be with you! How could y-" I exploded at him, now that I was in my right mind - and not twenty-two - I let out all my previous anger at him.

He started shaking. I knew a battle was coming.

"But I love you. Together, we can take on John's work... together, Madison... I need you, I-" He said in a much lower, darker voice.

"We divorced months ago! Y-you think you can kidnap me after I get in a car crash, where I lose most of memories after I was twenty-two, put me in a death trap... then think I'll re-marry you and become a murdering psychopath?! I'll never love you! I'll never become like you!" I screamed, I saw a sick smile spread across his face.

"I did it all... all for us... but if you don't want to appreciate your life... then I won't either..." He almost laughed darkly, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

He pulled the gun he had in his pocket and played with it in his hand. His got up off the bed and swayed in place. I backed away, not sure of what to do; not sure of anything. My pulse quickened and my breathing was dry and short, I frowned at him sadly.

"D-don't do this, please, H-"

"Shut up, Madison. Shut up, shut up, shut... up!" His voice rose loudly, and he lunged forward.

I jumped and cried out, I thought he was about to do something. He laughed, he had only tried to scare me, he succeeded.

"No... no... I-I'm sorry... don't... I want to live! I-" I cried and sobbed, but I heard the click and then bang before I felt it.

A/N: Oh! Slight cliffhanger! Anyways, yeah... I think there'll be at least one more chapter. Don't forget to review! If you don't... I'll be really, really sad. I will cry. Thanks.