Hoffman sat in his office chair, viewing over some last minute paper work he forgot to turn in. He had been so damn busy lately, being interrogated by the FBI didn't help much either. He was glad how he was able to cleanly lead them to Jill.
Hoffman's eyes widened. Speaking of Jill, had she even survived her trap? Her body could be hanging from the ceiling this very moment.
Hoffman was so preoccupied with naming Jill as the Jigsaw killer, he had forgot to check on her possible survival. He was starting to become a lot more careless these past few days.
There was a knock at his door, he instantly looked up to see the expressionless face of Detective Fisk. Hoffman waved him inside, turning his full attention to his guest.
"Hoffman, I just popped in to tell you that you have a visitor waiting for you in the front. Want me to go ahead and bring them here?"
Hoffman was suspicious. There was someone waiting for him? Was it Carter and Ward of the FBI? Why would they contact him so suddenly? He just spoke to them yesterday. Did they already "crack the case"?
Hoffman sat up straight, peering into Fisk's eyes.
"Yeah, go ahead and bring them through."
Fisk nodded, leaving Hoffman alone in his office. Hoffman grabbed onto his gun just in case this was a set up or something. He leaned forward, waiting intently for his "visitor".
A few moments passed slowly by, the waiting was driving Hoffman insane. The office door popped open, revealing a very angry Jill Tuck. She slammed Hoffman's door hard, getting in his face.
"Why in the fuck did you tell the FBI that I attacked you? You're a fucking liar, I never attacked you!"
Hoffman smirked, his hand was still gripping his gun.
"All is fair Jill. YOU shouldn't have put me in a fake ass trap."
Jill shook her head, almost smiling.
"When will you get it through your thick fucking skull that it was John's trap and NOT mine? That trap was your test. I didn't set you up!"
Hoffman got to his feet, getting this time in her face.
"I know for a fuckin' fact that it was a set up! You tried to murder me!"
Jill stood her ground, glaring at him.
"Murder you like you murdered those people? How was that fair Mark? You're a fucking murderer! You know John didn't like murderers!"
Hoffman slowly took his hand off his gun, he stared angrily at Jill.
"Yeah? The last time I checked John was dead."
Jill crossed her arms, she took two feet back from the desk.
"Is that how you honor John's wishes?"
Hoffman scoffed, almost laughing.
"John's wishes? Is that how you honor John's wishes by setting up a bogus trap? And for your info. John NEVERleft instructions on what to do in case we were caught. Did he?"
Jill avoided eye contact. Her breathing increased for a moment or so. She thought about what Hoffman said.
"You shouldn't have been so fucking careless! You wouldn't have been caught if you paid more attention to what was going on in your surroundings. You never were a bright one, were you Mark?"
Hoffman couldn't stand this. No one talked to him like this, especially not Jill Tuck. He stepped out from his desk, grabbing her by the throat.
"Listen to me carefully you fuckin' bitch! I loved John. I did anything John asked me to do. I disobeyed him no more then you did. This isn't all my fucking fault and you know it. That wasn't just my game the other day, that was our game."
He roughly let go of her throat, pushing her back a bit. Jill had tears already starting to form in her eyes. She hatefully stared at him.
"Fuck you!"
Jill flipped him off, storming out of the door. Hoffman grimly stood there for a moment. He hated to admit it, but she had a point. He was becoming too careless here lately. If he had did what she suggested he wouldn't have been caught.
Then again, the only reason why he was caught was because of the Seth Baxter tape. That was way before he met John or got involved in his work. Hoffman heavily sighed, he angrily stared at the door.
Making his way back to his desk, Hoffman opened a drawer pulling out a small piece of paper. He carefully looked at it, tracing it slowly with his thumb. He sat back in his chair, his mind wondering into space.
It was one year before John Kramer was murdered. Hoffman and Amanda Young were almost constantly taking care of him due to his cancer. John was steadily working hard on his tests, his inventions. Jill was aggravating the living hell out of them for days on end.
She had her heart content on stopping John from his work. Amanda and Hoffman were almost constantly giving each other dirty looks, or cussing each other out. The two of them were extremely jealous over the other. It was starting to drive John insane. He had to stop this one way or another.
Both of them fought hard for John's love and affection. The only person who ever got any of it was Hoffman. On this particular day, Hoffman and Amanda really tore into each other. They had been verbally fighting all morning like they usually did, until Amanda slipped up.
Hoffman had made some kind of comment about her being a 'junkie whore', and Amanda lost control. She pushed Hoffman hard against a red brick wall, kneeing him in the balls. Hoffman gasped for breath, his knees would've collapsed under him if it wasn't for Amanda's grip.
John had been in the other room when this incident occurred. He came rushing in as quick as his cancerous body would allow it. John stood in the doorway, pissed off.
"AMANDA! Let Mark go now."
Amanda glanced over at him, her eyes showing a mix of jealously and hate. She slowly backed off him, flipping him off. John went over to his lover's aid, patting him on the arm. Hoffman instantly grabbed his torso, attempting to remain on his feet.
Hoffman's eyes were watery, he gave a murderous stare to Amanda. John stared back at Amanda, shaking his head. He kissed Hoffman slowly on the lips in front of her, trying to piss her off. He knew how much she hated the fact of the two of them being together.
Amanda could never have John, Hoffman loved it. A few days passed successfully after the incident. Hoffman and Amanda had no choice but to work side by side. John usually had to stay inside of the same room with them to make sure it wouldn't occur again.
It got later into the day, the sun had settled hours ago. Hoffman and Amanda were steadily at work, messing with John's traps. Amanda was messing with the long straps of it, while Hoffman was messing with some of the higher parts.
Amanda kept giving him a death stare. It was almost the same stare she gave to him on a daily basis, however this had more hate packed into it. Hoffman was trying not to say anything to her this time. He was trying to let shit slide for a while, he didn't want John pissed off at him again.
Hoffman was doing very well to hold in his anger until Amanda pushed him too far.
"Hey Hoffman, how do you like being John's bitch? I bet you LOVE it don't you? You loved being pushed around don't you? You love the control he has over you, it's like you're his slave. He tells you to do ANYTHING and you will. All he USES you for are your muscles, even though I don't see any. Face it, you're his little fucking BITCH and you know it."
Hoffman couldn't stand it any longer, Amanda went too far this time. She pushed him too far over the edge, even she knew it.
Hoffman quickly turned around, he punched Amanda as hard as he could in the face. Blood instantly erupted from her mouth, spilling onto the floor. Her face made a loud sickening crack as Hoffman's fist contacted with her jaw.
Amanda grabbed her face, tightly clutching it. Her mouth resembled a bloody fountain, it oozed the foul red liquid from every corner of her face.
It appeared as though her face was thrown into a blender and set on high. Amanda collapsed onto the ground right in front of the trap they were working on.
Hoffman smirked, letting out a low laugh. He had finally succeeded where Amanda had failed. Hoffman felt pretty damn good about himself for showing Amanda up. She deserved it after all.
She shouldn't have said all of those hurtful comments. Hoffman smiled to himself, it was a damn good thing John was asleep. If he would have witnessed what had happened, it would've been his ass.
If John actually found out, Hoffman would be in so much trouble. Hoffman walked off from his bloody mess of an assault on Amanda. He walked into the other room to go and get his coffee he had left behind. Punching a bitch is thirsty work after all.
Hoffman passed John's room quietly, careful not to disturb him. His now semi-warm coffee was sitting on a desk in the room directly beside John's. Hoffman retrieved it hastily, stopping in front of John's room.
He slowly peered inside, staring at his peacefully sleeping lover. He smiled to himself, it was nice to see John relaxed. He had been working so hard to try and stop a raging war between the two accomplices.
Hoffman appeared in the doorway of the room where he left Amanda laying on the ground. She was sitting upright, her back against their recent trap. She ignored Hoffman, avoiding eye contact. Hoffman scoffed, taking a slip of his coffee.
"Have you learned your lesson not to run your filthy mouth off to me? I suggest you shut the fuck up about all this. We don't need John to get worked up over nothing, do we?"
Hoffman crossed the room, placing his coffee down on a table toward the wall. He sat in a chair accompanying the table, watching Amanda bleed out. After a few moments of blood loss, Amanda got to her feet. She quietly resumed her working, staying far away from Hoffman.
Hoffman stared at the now wrinkled piece of paper, he flipped it over revealing a photo. The photo was that of an older man wearing a black zip down hoodie. Eyes traced down the photograph, becoming slightly watery. Hoffman gave a weak smile, staring at John's face.
The picture was taken a few years back during one of John's better days. Hoffman wiped his eyes, tucking the picture back inside of the drawer. He got to his feet, heading for the door.