Chapter Two

Rummaging around the plant woke Tori up. It was in the afternoon and she sprung out of bed. She put on the same outfit and looked around the room and the Sick Room.

"Mark...? Ryan...?" She gasped when Mark ran past her with papers. His eyes were blood shot and his hair was in a mess. He ran to one of the metal tables and began to draw again.

Tori walked over and put one hand on his back. "Hoffman, are you okay?"

He nodded. "Yea, yea. I, uh, was working all night with this trap."

She smiled. "Well, tell me what you're thinking! Who is the the victim when we catch them."

He scooted the paper to her then went into another room.

She took a closer look at this trap. A woman who did hardcore drugs were to be locked in a barn. All the doors are bolted shut and no escape is possible but one. There is poison going through her body and if she could find the antidote, she was to be let free. But, there was a catch. The antidote was in the needle pit in the middle.

Tori nodded. "I like this one. The victim is...Christine Young? I trust no relation to Amanda Young?"

Mark came back in with loads of other trap ideas and spilled them on the table. "I don't think so. Amanda had no siblings that I know of." He walked the other direction from where he came.

Tori nodded. "Okay then. It looks like you got everything ready. There are very exceptional traps here, , doesn't this mean that we can move on to another city if we have months worth of plans here?" Tori waited for an answer.

"Mark? You never answer me." She ran into the supply room where he left. In the room, he was fighting off two pig masked people who Tori suspected, Ryan and Brad. "Hey!" She called out.

The two masked culprits looked her way. "Brad, she looks familiar."

"Ryan, you dumb ass! That's Victoria! We are just going to have to tell the boss that we couldn't get Mark."

Victoria helped Mark off the ground. "The boss?"

The two men climbed the mountain of supplies and tried to climb out the window. Tori ran to the boxed and kicked the base trying to make them lose their balance. The two managed to get away by crashing through the window. Tori quickly turned around and crouched, shielding herself from the broken glass raining over her.

"Victoria, let's go!" Mark yelled across the room.

Tori quickly ran over to Mark with her raven black hair bouncing on her shoulders. "What are we going to do? Ryan and Brad said 'the boss'. They can't mean Gordon, can they?"

Mark shook his head. "Of course not, don't be naive Tori. You saw him, he DROWNED in the fucking box."

Tori nodded. "You're right. Someone knows about us and I for one don't want to end up in the electric chair if they ever find us out."

Mark and Tori walked into the main room. Another pig masked thief was stealing their plans that Mark drew up.

"Hey!" Mark and Tori said at once.

The mysterious slender person looked their way. It was clearly a woman because of the shape and the parts of a woman.

Victoria chased her practically all around the plant. Victoria got close enough to yank the mask from her but she didn't turn around. She escape through one of the hidden doors and Tori lost her. She ran toward Mark when he met her half way, catching his breath.

"Did..did you fucking get her?"

Tori put one hand on her chest to control her breathing. "No, the bitch was too fast. You don't think those two idiots work for a girl? Who can be left?"

Mark adjusted his tie. "Forget about those two morons. WE need to focus on the test subject, Christine Young."

A barn that is completely oblivious to town, sat still and silent. Tori leaned over the pit and dropped the antidote inside the pit. She covered the pit with a huge tarp and waited for Mark to arrive with Christine.

Mark barged through the door with Christine sound asleep. Mark threw her body toward Tori and she flipped Christine over but quickly looked away.

"God, she looks like Amanda." Tori sighed, sneaking peeks.

Mark leaned against one of the barn walls. "I know, it freaked me the fuck out."

Tori sat her up one of the corners and stacked hay to barricade her. Mark sat the tape cassette near her and waited on Victoria. She set the timer to 1 minute and inside a bag, she picked up a glass bottle. In the glass bottle, a toxic gas, simply as a toxic nerve agent. She smashed it near the hay and covered her mouth and nose. They quickly left the scene, barricading the door shut so she wouldn't escape until she found the antidote.

Mark smiled and kissed Tori passionately. He played with her hair and she put her arms around his neck.

Tori smiled and playfully shoved him away. "Let's get back before she waits up. The game is about to begin."

Mark and Tori drove back to he plant and waited until the Young girl would wake up. The monitors in Amanda's room weren't the best but at least it's something.

Tori laid on the bed, tossing a small ball into the air. Mark was sitting, carefully paying attention to the monitors.

"You okay?" Tori asked him, still paying attention to the ball.

Mark looked over and leaned back in his chair. "Yea, I"m fine. Why do you ask?"

Tori caught the ball and looked at Mark for a quick second then back to the ball tossing. She shrugged. "I dunno. You just seem different, that's all."

Mark chuckled slightly. "I seemed to be different? Have you looked in the mirror lately?" He took a sip of his coffee.

Tori slipped over to her stomach, gazing at him. "Hey, I still got my face. You are turning too old for me Mr. Gray hair." She joked.

A smug looked appeared on his face. "I make this gray hair look good though. Besides, what's wrong with me face?"

Tori laughed in her hand. "Nothing! I was just saying." She sounded defensive.

"Where am I?!" A spine tingling shriek shouted from the monitor.

Tori raced to the monitor where Mark was watching her carefully.

Christine coughed, some blood came up. She reached over and pressed play on the tape player.

"Hello Christine. I want to play a game."

"I'm in a fucking Jigsaw Trap! NO!" She hung her head and listened.

"For years you've been scoring drugs and getting high. Making up excuses for your 'bad life'. Pathetic. You have everything you wanted in life. Today, you learn that sometimes people don't get what they want. A poison is coursing through your veins. In the middle, you will find that the only antidote to your problem is in what you're been going through, sticking your arm. You like that right? Dig through the pit of needles to get your antidote The time has started so let the games begin."

Christine broke through the hay bails to find her nightmare in the middle. She pulled the tarp covering the pit to expose the nightmare waiting for her. She slid into the pit, needles already piercing her skin. She fell to her knees and yelled in pain. She looked up to the clock that read she had 40 seconds left. She quickly dug through the pit, not caring about the needles oozing blood from every part of her body. More blood came out of her mouth, blood getting inside her needle openings. In 20 seconds, she found the clear antidote in the syringe and stuck it in her arm then pushed it all in.

Tori shook her head. "No way.." She walked away from rage.

Mark slowly nodded. "Wow...what a brave woman."

Tori didn't walk back over, but shouted from the other room. "Let the bitch go!"

Mark pressed a button that opened the barn door.

Christine slowly climbed from the pit and ran outside to gasp for clean air. She removed the needles one by one painfully.

Mark watched Christine yank every needle out then laying on the ground. He seemed to enjoy seeing her sprawed on the ground with very little clothes on.

Tori yanked the power to the monitor off. "Now what are we going to do with her?"

Mark broke his fantasies and turned to her. "I'll check on her but for right now, just let her go. She will get over it...with years of therapy. Which reminds me, more cops will be cracking down even more so be ready."

Tori scoffed. "You always say that." She crossed her arms.

Mark slowly got up and touched her shoulder. "I'm just preparing you for the worse. Tori?"

Tori's eyes were soul less. She stood there, just gazing into space. Another flashback episode was occuring but this time, she could move. A man screamed for help on the monitors in another part of the plant. Tori ran to the other side of the building where a forklift held a box well above the ground.

Mark tried to stop her. "Tori! Tori, what's going on?"

But Tori seemed to be determined to run to this guy screaming for help.

Mark stopping chasing after her and quickly plugged the monitors up again. Four cameras were on Tori and she looked liked she was..helping someone up? No one was there, she as in a trance.

Tori helped a heavy-set man off the ground who really looked like hell. His hair was in a mess and he had stubble on his face with a scent of alcohol on him.

"How are you?" Tori asked, getting him to his feet after he fell eight feet to the floor.

"Jeff Ridenhour. Have you seen my daughter or wife?" He slurred his word.

Tori shook her head. "Sorry, no. My name is Victoria or if you prefer, Tori."

Jeff frowned. "Oh, well, thanks anyway Tori. Maybe you can help me."

Tori nodded. "Okay, but-"

Mark grabbed her shoulders and shook her back to her senses. "Elizabeth! What the hell is going on?"

Tori's eyes became brown again. She was wide-eyed staring at him. "M..Mark?"

"Tori, maybe you should get some sleep,huh? I"ll go check on Christine Young."

Tori held her head. "Okay." She nodded.

Mark helped Tori into bed and walked out the steel door, sealing Tori inside. Tori rolled over, facing the wall. She couldn't even sleep. If she would sleep, she was bound to have nightmares again. The adventure with Bobby, the high of killing Jill, the disappointment in human sacrifice. Tori tried closing her eyes but fear still over came her. "Sleep..sleep." She whispered, pulling the covers over her face.

"Who are you?" Christine whispered.

Tori perked up and looked at the monitor. Mark was talking to her..getting to know her. Tori quickly rose up and slammed her hands on the desk, watching.

"I'm...Mark. Mark Hoffman."

Tori gripped her head. "Mark! What are you doing?!"

"I..I'm Christine Young. Why are you here?" She mumbled.

"I heard screaming so I wanted to make sure someone was okay." He was inches away from her face.

Christine smiled and turned away. "I'm fine. Thanks for caring."

"Would you like me to drive you home?" He put on he hand in his pocket.

Tori's eyes filled with tears and anger. "You bastard. You almost cared..." She went under Amanda's bed and found a razor. She cut across her thighs and held the bloody razor in her hand. Tori was shaking and tears streamed from her eyes. Mark would probably find out and kill her but, she was already dead inside.