Two long days passed as Detective Hoffman was on his way to the FBI dinner party. He originally didn't want to attend the ass kissing fest. Deciding it would be best if he did, Hoffman arrived at the ritzy hotel party. He was dressed to kill, his black tuxedo was expensive and flashy looking.
Entering the building, Hoffman could tell they went all out for it. The hotel lobby was decked out in white and black. The place resembled some elegant banquet event. People from all walks of life dressed lively for the occasion.
There were diamonds strung tightly around the necks of Special Agent's wives and girlfriends. The evening seemed to promise a grand time. Detective Hoffman quickly walked into the main dining hall of the hotel.
Glancing around he instantly noticed Carter and Ward sitting at a table, drinking wine. Ward motioned Hoffman toward them, offering him a seat. Hoffman nodded his thanks as he sat down next to Carter.
"It's great to see made it Detective. We were awaiting your arrival."
Ward nodded toward him, taking a large sip of his red wine.
"We would be honored if you were to make a speech tonight. People haven't stopped buzzing about the news."
Hoffman politely nodded, realizing he had no idea what he was going to say.
"I would be honored to speak on behalf of my department on their hard work. It's not everyday the correct Jigsaw killers have been identified."
Carter and Ward smiled at him, each one shaking his hand. A fake, small smile spread over Hoffman's face.
"Tell me Special Agents, have you captured Jill Tuck yet? I know everyone has been talking about it, but have you actually captured her?"
Tension leaked through the room like nerve gas. The atmosphere became tense and hot. Carter and Ward didn't speak for a moment, their facial expressions appearing grim. They avoided eye contact with Hoffman for a moment, hoping the tension would ease up.
Carter spoke up.
"Well, that's where you come in Hoffman. You see, we did in fact attempt to capture Ms. Tuck but somehow she escaped."
Hoffman's eyebrows rose.
"Escaped? What do you mean she escaped?"
Carter cleared his throat, pouring back his wine.
"We tracked her down and began to arrest her. She was right in front of us, until the next thing we knew she vanished. We were perplexed as hell, we have never seen anything like that. We were hoping that you would capture her, since you are the one who correctly identified her in the first place."
Hoffman angrily got to his feet, his eyes hatefully traced the men in front of him.
"You mean you're just now telling me this?"
Both agents nodded, they waited eagerly for him to continue. A sly, evil smile spread over Hoffman's face.
"Alright. You've got my word that I will capture Jill Tuck. I have an idea of where she went off to. Excuse me."
With that being said, Detective Lieutenant Mark Hoffman left the two men baffled. They stared curiously at each other, watching Hoffman saunter off. Ward cleared his throat, gulping down the rest of his wine.
"Does this mean he's not making his speech?"
Driving as fast as he could, Hoffman arrived at the current warehouse where Jigsaw's games were unfolding. This was the exact same place where Hoffman's "game" was held at. Hurrying inside, Hoffman raced into the dimly lit monitor room.
Lazily sitting in a chair in front of him was none other then Jill Tuck. She sat there quietly, her eyes glued intently to the set of monitors in front of her. The many screens showed their latest test subjects trying to fight for survival.
Pamela Jenkins lay dead, drenched in a pool of her own blood. She failed her test a mere hour ago, her desperation to escape got the better of her. Jill appeared hateful, her arms were tightly crossed against her chest.
Hoffman slammed the door roughly behind him making his presence known. Slowly turning around, Hoffman could harshly see the anger written on her face. She glared hatefully at him, watching him intently.
Hoffman's feet remained firmly were he stood, not moving an inch. Jill silently got to her feet, her eyes not leaving Hoffman's figure. The silence was finally shattered as the Detective harshly spoke.
"Having fun hiding out from the FBI?"
A disturbed, smile spread over Jill's face.
"Yeah, how about you? Did you come to finally 'bring me in'? You don't have the balls to be a man and turn yourself in do you?"
Hoffman scoffed at her statement. How could she even think to bring something like that up?
"Turning myself in? What about you Jill, huh? Why haven't you turned yourself in? The FBI is on your trail. I heard you gave them the slip. What did you do hide in a dumpster where your ass belongs?"
Jill rolled her eyes, glancing away from him. She knew her time was quickly running out. Stalling was her only option.
"I've done nothing wrong. What are you going to do Mark? You going to arrest me and become the hero once again?"
Hoffman slowly placed his hand on his gun, waiting for Jill to make a move.
"Arrest you? You actually think I'm going to arrest you? What gave you that idea?"
A puzzled smirk crossed Jill's face. She stood her ground against Hoffman, noticing his hand on his gun.
"Are you going to shoot me instead? Yeah I see where your hand is at. That's very typical of you Mark, turning to killing as your only option. What ever happened to John's games? Did those ever cross your mind first? Here I thought you were John's heir, his legacy."
Hoffman brought his gun out into the open, bringing it to his side. His eyes flashed of hatred and murder.
"John's games are exactly what happened to him, dead. This is no longer John's game, this is my game. I make the games and I create the rules. I'm controlling my own legacy, far from that of John's work. I was his sole heir to everything he had. No more games for you Jill, that proved to be stupid on my part."
Hoffman began pacing the room back and forth, his eyes never leaving his gun.
"You only got that box so you could deliver it to me. Admit it Jill, you set me up so you could successfully end John's work forever. You even asked him to end his work for you, only John wasn't stupid enough to listen to you to begin with. I am John's legacy, future, and heir."
His face was hardened in frustration, exhaustion, and murder.
"He was my boyfriend and that makes all of this mine. You did the only thing you could do to get rid of me, you tried to murder me. You knew I wrote that letter to Amanda which led to her death. I couldn't have Amanda come between me and John any longer."
Walking slowly back and forth, he moved the gun in his hand, playing with the trigger.
"He was mine, NOT hers. After you discovered what I had done, you acted on your own accord trying to murder me so John's work would never continue again. You set up Amanda's old reverse bear trap trying to execute me."
Hoffman's long speech continued, his eyes dangerously darting back and forth between his gun and Jill.
"You failed to do the one thing John's real trap would have done, allowed me to live. It was obviously your trap. I had no known time limit or a message. You fucked up and you're the only one to blame."
Hoffman brought his gun mid-level to his chest, aiming at Jill. He had tears trailing down his face, his eyes were red. All of this talk about John made him emotional. Jill stared at him silently for a minute, watching his gun.
She had no idea what to say to him. He was completely correct. She really had tried to murder him. She even uttered, "game over" to signal his demise. Hoffman had concluded every last detail of Jill's plan.
She thought she was smart to do so, apparently she was wrong. Slowly, Hoffman got closer to Jill. He stopped within several feet between the two of them. Jill's eyes were watery, she knew her time left on this world was over.
Her eyes begged for her life, even though she knew it was pointless. A small smirk spread over Hoffman's deranged face, his eyes were dark and menacing. Out of nowhere he pulled out a syringe, stabbing her directly in the side of her neck.