Sorry for the lack of updating! Finally got my inspiration back, thanks to Billy The Puppet :P Anyway, partial credit is due to my cousin. She's just as sick minded as me!

Enjoy!

Normal POV:

"Its done sir," Ryan and Brad said in unison as they walked into the abandoned warehouse, "The girl is dead."

Lawrence turned around to face his two apprentices and smiled. The evil with in him reflected through his toothy grin and relaxed features. "Poor Leah," he said, hatred lacing his voice, "Well my sister didn't really deserve life, did she?" He looked at the two young men expectantly and they nodded, fear in their eyes.

Ryan looked at Brad, silently pleading with him not to tell . Brad sighed and looked at Lawrence. "Uh ?" "What?" The blonde snapped, annoyed at the interruption of his thoughts. Ryan spoke up, "We checked the bathroom to see if Hoffman was still chained up." Lawrence looked between the two men in front of him. He didn't like where this was going. "He's gone sir. The chain is still there but Mark is gone."

Gordon's face contorted with anger and rage. "Fuck!" he screamed, "He'll be coming after us, no doubt. We need to start this game and quickly. You guys know what to do, right?" Ryan and Brad nodded and watched as the man they had quickly came to know as their master paced the length of the warehouse.

"Excellent. Get to work!" He yelled. And with that the two men disappeared.

Mark Hoffman POV:

I knew where Gordon would be hiding. But I also knew he still had those two punks that I placed in the trap with their precious Dina. I wasn't an idiot, that's for sure, so I decided to go find my own back up. It was tricky, explaining the situation, but I had Bobby Dagen and a couple other survivors on my side in no time. The last piece was just behind this hospital door.

"Fuck!" I heard the man moan. I opened the door and strode in. At first he didn't see me standing there but when he did, his face was expressionless. "Who are you?" he asked. "Detective Mark Hoffman," I said, reaching my hand out for him to shake it.

"What do you want?" He asked, looking up at me.

"I'm here to help you get revenge on the man who put you in here." I said simply. His eyebrows raised and he looked at me curiously. "Are you fucking kidding me?" He asked. I shook my head. "No jokes, kid," I said calmly, "I have just as much right to vengeance as you." The man in the hospital bed chuckled and reached out his hand to shake mine again. "You got yourself a deal Hoffman."

I grinned and returned the handshake, "Nice to have you on our side, Evan."

And then I left.

Don't start with all the "Evan was killed in the Garage Trap" comments. I read somewhere that he did in fact live through it so he's in Saw 8! Hope y'all liked this chapter.