A/N: Sorry the last chapter was so short! This one is longer, I guess :).
Disclaimer: I don't own Saw :).
Mark picked up Paige from the floor, and walked out of the store.
"Let's get home, okay?" Mark asked, and kissed Paige on her forehead. He had gone to the shop to buy something for Amanda and Corbett. It were two necklaces, both shaped in a heart, with their names on it. He knew they would love it, especially Corbett. Amanda wasn't a jewelry person, but when it came to presents Mark bought for her, she was really happy. Guess that's because it's free, Mark chuckled.
They walked into the street. Something was odd. He saw someone sitting outside on the street. It almost looked like a girl...
"Corbett? Corbett, what's wrong, why are you outside?" Corbett looked up. Mark saw her eyes were red. She looked confused, almost dazed. This was not good.
"Corbett, why are you crying?" Corbett stood up, and immediately collapsed.
"Corbett, let's get inside, okay? I'll bring Paige inside and get you as soon as possible, okay? Just stay here!" Mark exclaimed, and he ran into the house. Quickly, he ran upstairs, and put Paige in her bed. He ran downstairs, and tried to think about what could've happened. Amanda could've kicked Corbett out of the house, but that wasn't really logical because she loved Corbett. Maybe Amanda ran away? He reached Corbett, who immediately ran into his arms. She cried.
"Come, let's get inside, and you can tell me what happened." Corbett tried to walk, but couldn't. Mark decided he could carry her. Arrived inside, Mark locked every door. You never knew. He placed Corbett on the couch, and kneeled next to the couch.
"Alright, what happened?" Mark asked.
"Aman... Amand... Amanda." Corbett sobbed.
"Amanda? What happened with Amanda?" Mark asked again, and stroked Corbett's hair.
"She... She wanted to get outside, because you were gone..." Marks eyes widened. This was all his fault.
"And what happened then?" Mark asked, impatiently. Corbett cried.
"Well, Amanda got outside, she said I had to stay inside. After a long time, Amanda was still outside, and I wanted to know if she was still there, but she wasn't!" Corbett cried out. Mark almost threw up. She already warned him for this, but he wouldn't listen to her. He looked at his watch. 7:30 pm.
"Corbett, would you please put on a coat? I'll get Paige and bring you two to the Perkins." Corbett nodded. He ran upstairs, and got Paige and everything she needed for the rest of the day. He ran downstairs again. Corbett was already done.
"Come, let's go." Mark told Corbett, and walked over to the Perkins.
"Hello, Mrs. Perkins, I know it's really late, but I need you to watch at Corbett and Paige when I'm gone. Amanda's missing, and I'm going to look for her." Mrs. Perkins nodded.
"No problem, Mr. Hoffman, I'll look after these two angels." She smiled. Mark nodded and handed over Paige and the bag with all the stuff from Paige.
"Everything Paige needs is in this bag, if you have any questions, ask Corbett, she always helps." Mrs. Perkins nodded again.
"Thank you!" Mark exclaimed, and he ran away. Into nowhere, because he had no clue on where she could be.
Amanda opened her eyes. All she could taste was metal and blood. Her eyes widened. It couldn't be... O no, Amanda thought. She looked down. The Reverse Bear Trap. She began to cry. Ever since her first test, she hated that trap. When she walked around in the warehouse, surrounded by so many trap, the only trap that really frightened her was that trap. She looked around. That TV... Those walls... She was really there. She was really in that room.
The TV turned on. Why was this all the same like her first test?
"Hello Amanda. You don't know me, but I know you. I want to play a game. The device you are wearing is hooked into your upper and lower jaws. When the timer in the..." Amanda couldn't take it anymore. She moved her hands. They were tied, again. She tried to talk. Of course she couldn't talk. Suddenly, a door opened. Someone stepped into the room.
"Hello Amanda. I can try to talk like the person on the tape, but you know who that is, and I'm not him, right?" Amanda looked up at the person. She figured out it was a man, but that was it.
"So, how are you feeling now? Locked away, helpless and alone?" Amanda sighed. She knew who this was. Eric Matthews. She thought he was dead, but John hadn't told her he was still living. John almost always kept things from her, but she needed to give everything to him.
She shook her head. There was no way he was going to enjoy this. She was not scared, she was not scared, she was not-
"I can tell you how to escape this trap, but you know as well. Well, you have three options: Option One: Do what the tape asks you to. You know the key is already used, so the change of finding it is very small. Option Two: You can let the timer go off and die here, where your life really started, or Option Three: You can wait until your beloved husband, oh, sorry, your fiancée comes to save you, although I think that change is also very small. The choice is yours. Have fun!" Eric said, and he walked out of the room. Why did he wants me to suffer? I returned him the fucking favor! She thought about what she could do. She knew that if she stood up, the timer would go off, and she knew Eric was right about Option One. She looked down at her hand, where the engagement ring from Mark was. She decided to choose for Option Three. She just prayed he would find her before she changed her mind.
He looked at his hand. There would his wedding ring be, if Amanda and him would ever get married after this. He knew 'weddings' were a painful subject for Amanda. Ever since her parents divorced, she didn't believed in true love again. Before that, she was like Corbett. That says it all.
He wandered through the street. Ironically enough searching for his 'true love'. He had no idea where Amanda could be. He was already happy when he found out about that first test room the last time they had to search for-
Wait a minute. I can always try and search there. You'll never know, Mark thought, and he ran back to his car.
"Hi Amanda, I was getting bored. I figured you chose for Option Three. I understand. You really love him, don't you? Just like you loved John when you decided to lock me away in a bathroom, full of corpses."
Yeah, now you're cool, now I can't talk back.
"You know, when I broke my own foot, I could finally think about what I've done. O, no, not the things I did to you and all the other junkies I could find on the streets. No, the things I did to my own child. My son, Daniel Matthews." Amandas eyes widened.
"You see, I knew you knew him. So, what do you think about him? He's nice, right? Just like me."
You son of a bitch!
"I know you can't talk, Amanda. But don't think I don't know what you think. You are really predictable, Amanda, I know exactly what you think. You're just as predictable as your daughter, Corbett. O sorry, your 'adopted' daughter. I'm sure she loves you."
What's wrong with Corbett?
"Nothing's wrong with Corbett, my dear Amanda. Something's wrong with you..." Amandas gaze went to black...
Mark entered the room.
"Amanda? Amanda, are you there?" Mark walked around. The chair in the middle of the room was empty. So, no Amanda here. Damn! He looked around. There was light coming from behind a door. He opened it. No one there as well.
"Honey, come on! Honey!" A voice said, laughing. He knew that voice: It was Amandas. The voice was clear behind him. He turned around.
"Amanda?" He exclaimed. What the hell? He felt his pockets. It was his cell phone. He walked outside, and looked at the number. Not from Amanda, or from his work. He picked it up.
"Mark Hoffman?" Mark asked, worried.
"Hello, Mister Hoffman? We have some news for you. Your wife's in the hospital. Could you please come over?" Mark was confused.
"Um, yeah, sure?" He hang up. Something's completely wrong with Amanda, Mark thought, while running out of the hangar and getting into his car.
"Corbett, will you please help me? Corbett?" Corbett sat on the couch. For almost an hour, without moving. Mrs. Perkins was worried. She knew most children didn't do such things, especially 'modern' children didn't. Children from this time always watched TV, or were playing on those stupid 'game consoles', or however they called it. She didn't liked them. What was wrong with board games?
"Corbett, dear, you got to get up!" Mrs. Perkins whispered, and grabbed Corbett's arm. She immediately pulled it back. Mrs. Perkins sighed. She wouldn't get much of a help from her. She sat down.
"Where's Amanda?" Corbett said after another ten minutes.
"Corbett, Mark is looking for Amanda. He told me to look after you and your sister, Paige." Corbett looked at her. She just nodded, and began sitting on the couch without moving.
Mark ran down the halls. Some nurses could tell him where Amanda was, but the hospital was really big, and now, he was lost.
"Excuse me, do you know where Amanda Young is?" Mark asked to one nurse. She shook her head.
"No, sorry sir." She said.
"Damn!" Mark exclaimed, and he continued running. He wasn't a big fan of hospitals. Not that he had a traumatic experience with hospitals, but he just didn't liked the vibe you got when you entered one. Once you're in a hospital, you must be sick or wounded, so it's almost never for a positive reason. The only positive reason was when Paige was born. But his feeling about hospitals never changed.
"SIR?" Someone screamed from behind him. He turned around to see a doctor running after him.
"Are you Mark Hoffman?" Mark nodded.
"Come with me." The doctor ran away, and Mark followed. "Do you know what happened to Ms. Young?" The doctor asked. Mark shook his head. How he wished he knew what happened...
"Well, Ms. Young's brains stopped for a moment, she lost consciousness. We don't know yet what exactly happened. Ms. Young is now in a coma, we try to keep her in that just long enough to know exactly what happened." Marks eyes widened. If this was all because of him, he could never forgive himself that.
"Here we are. You can visit her now. Do you have children?" Mark nodded, absently. He looked at the door. It had her name on it. He was afraid of what he would see if he opened the door.
"They can come over if you want. Well, I will leave you here now, make sure you call someone when something happens." Mark nodded again. The doctor walked away, and Mark turned to the door again. He opened it, his brains screaming no, but he really wanted to see if Amanda was alright. There she was. Laying in a hospital bed, wearing hospital clothes, with all kinds of tubes leading in and out of her. There was a device peeping, Mark figured that was her heart rate. He sat next to her bed.
"Amanda? Amanda, can you hear me?" But straight after he asked the question, he knew it was a stupid one. Of course she couldn't hear him, she was in a coma. He grabbed her hand, and kissed it.
"Amanda, I'm so sorry if this is all my fault. I didn't mean to scare you, I wanted to get something for you..."
A nurse entered the room.
"Hello." The nurse said, and began checking if Amanda was right.
"Are you alright, sir?" She said, and looked worried at him. He nodded.
"Can she hear me?" The nurse looked at Amanda again.
"We never know it for sure, but you'll never know. You can talk to her, it would be great for you. I'll go now, if you have any questions, make sure you contact one of us. We're at the end of the corridor. Good luck." She said, and walked away.
"So you can hear me? That's great. Shall I get the kids? I think I will. O, I have something for you!" Mark said, and whipped away a tear. He got the necklace out of his pocket, the one he had meant for Amanda. He hang it around her neck.
"Do you like it? Of course you do, it's a present from me." Mark laughed, uncomfortably.
"I think I will get the children now. Hang on, Amanda, you will be okay." Mark said. He stood up. Amanda looked peacefully. But he knew she wasn't when this all happened. Something must've happened when she got out of the house. Too bad Corbett didn't see anything from what had happened.
A/N: Did you guys understand the part with Eric? It was a hallucination. It wasn't real. That's why her gaze went black :).
So, let me know what you think! I want to marry your reviews, you know that!
From now on, this story will be sad, and not "scary" anymore. At least I found it sad :). I had to cry :).