A/N: Final chapter! Don't forget to review! Thank you, happy reading.

I stared at Hoffman's sickly pleasured face as I cringed from the sudden pain. The bullet had stuck itself somewhere in my mid-section, I feared the worst. I clasped my hand around the wound and gasped from the burning it'd created. My eyes swelled with tears and blood spilled over my hands, if he still loved me, how could he be enjoying this?

"W-why...?" I choked out, not expecting much from his answer, if any.

He didn't answer, just stood still, smiling. Then his smile faded and he moved his head like he was trying to hear something.

"Shit...!" He muttered angrily under his breath, reloading his gun.

I ignored him and sunk down to my knees in pain, moaning and gasping. I let go of the wound momentarily and blood fell onto the floor, I cried out more loudly. Hoffman swiftly opened the door and looked around the corner, he quickly slammed it closed and locked it. I heard many footsteps echo around and people yelling. But the noises all blurred together and made my head ache, I finally gave up and laid on floor, letting the blood pool up beneath me.

"Open the door!" A man yelled loudly, knocking fast and hard on the door.

Hoffman wiped sweat from his brow and then tightened his grip on the gun. My eyes fluttered and tried to stay open, the pain was so immense... it must have gone through bone. The door suddenly fell down and a hoard of police and S.W.A.T. officers stormed in, throwing Hoffman to the ground. A bunch of them came to me and they started yelling about paramedics and such. At that point I couldn't really hear anything except the weak beats of my heart. I thought things like this were only supposed to happen in movies, but apparently it happened in reality as well. I knew the officers were calling me urgently, but I didn't even give them a glance. My eyes were fixated on Hoffman's blank, emotionless face... yet somehow it seemed so alluring. I knew I didn't — and never would — want to be with him again... but at this amazing moment, all I wanted was him. I wanted him to hold me again, like we used to; I wanted to sit down and talk about our days, I wanted everything he'd destroyed.

But my mind was about to slip into unconsciousness, and I knew it; it'd happened many times since this whole ordeal. I laughed to myself soundlessly, blood still slowly falling from my mouth; in the midst of all this chaos, I found dying to be a luxury.

-

Voices echoed around the familiar white room. I found it displeasing that I'd managed to cheat death once again, I didn't deserve it. It was good to know everything though, everything important. Not like when I thought I was much younger, I didn't miss that. And that was why I never had a hangover... I should've gained my memory back earlier, but Hoffman had apparently done a good job misguiding me. Hoffman, I didn't even have words to describe how much hatred I now felt for him.

"She's awake," a nurse called to a man standing at the corner of the room.

He came over to my bedside, he was familiar.

"Madison Hoffman," He stated my name, taking a seat beside me.

"Yes?" I mumbled, annoyed that everyone still knew me with his last name; we'd never finalized the divorce.

"I'm detective Hayes, we've met before."

I remembered him now, the detective who'd asked me about what I'd went through; I never did tell them...

"Oh, yes," I said quietly, struggling to keep my eyes open.

"Good, well then, how are you feeling?" He asked.

I noticed that I didn't have pain, I just felt very tired.

"Well, fine, actually..."

"It must be all the morphine they've got you on... but people have to help themselves, right?" He said coyly.

I shivered, it sounded Jigsaw-ish. "R-right. So, what can I help you with?"

"Don't fret; I'm not here to ask questions. Here I have some copies of Hoffman's interrogation... he hasn't been convicted yet. Read through them at your leisure."

I took the papers he was holding and started at the beginning.

Whitman: Are you Jigsaw?

Hoffman: No.

W: There's an awful lot of evidence against you.

H: I was only part of the game, the real Jigsaw remains.

W: Who is the real Jigsaw, then?

H: I don't know.

W: Yes you do, tell me.

H: I don't.

W: (sighs) I'll come back to that later. What was your part in the game?

H: Accomplice.

W: All right, why did you shoot Madison?

H: She failed.

W: At what?

H: Her... test.

W: Right, but she's your wife. Why would -

H: She's not my wife. We're divorced.

W: Okay, now, back to the first question...

I gave the papers back to Hayes, I couldn't stand the monotonous conversation any longer. He set the papers on the nightstand, smiling slightly.

"What exactly is the point of this? I'd rather you ask me questions." I told detective Hayes, starting to taste the remains of the blood in my mouth.

"Okay, I will ask you questions. Who do you think the true Jigsaw is?" He asked darkly.

"What? It's Hoffman, he's only lying. I saw his little workshop..." I trailed off, waiting for his amazement at my answer.

"I know," he said.

I looked at him questioningly. How could he know?

"Excuse me?"

"Connect the dots, Madison." He said almost whispered, giving off a sinister feel.

It only took me two-seconds to realize it. I remembered back when I was in the hospital from escaping my game.

"Give it up, Andre." Hayes mumbled, pressing his back slightly.

He never wanted Andre to find out... he wanted Hoffman to recruit me, or something along those lines... he was in on this from the start!

"Y-you're..." I paused to collect my thoughts. "Jigsaw?"

He smiled faintly and then stopped abruptly. "I want to play a game,"

My heart stopped beating and my eyes grew wide. This couldn't be happening, it was over! I escaped, I was free...!

"No!" I cried, but my voice fell onto Hayes' hand.

"Don't scream, I don't think I need to explain why." He muttered coldly as I struggled to get his hand off my mouth.

"The rules are simple..." He started.

Tears rolled down my cheeks and I stopped struggling. It was happening over again, like a reoccurring nightmare.

A/N 2: Wow, finally the end! It's actually the first time I've ended a story, ever. I feel so accomplished... ha ha. And it's sort of open for a sequel... but I think I'll just leave it here. Please tell me what you think! Review, pretty please? Thanks for reading. Hope it wasn't too confusing, with all the plot twists. Heh.