#if Amanda became Jigsaw mark hoffman wouldn’t exist

[graveyard-gal]

Better version of Saw III where Mandy shoots John instead of Lynn, she frees Lynn from the collar and then Jeff walks in. Lynn takes Mandy’s gun and shoots Jeff, movie ends.

Next movie is centered around Mandy (who has a new bob) as the sole Jigsaw, taking Lawrence, Lynn, and Daniel as her Apprentices

[grxmreaperx]

See You in Hell Pt. 2

Pairing: Mark Hoffman x Lana Walker (OC)

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: canon violence, mentions of death

Summary: Lana comes face to face with Jigsaw and learns what he has in store for her.

Read part 1 here

I watched curiously as two people entered the room.

A young woman, around my age, with cropped hair entered, pushing a wheelchair. The man in the chair looked frail, hair greyed and eyes tired. I glanced at the man next to me and found him watching me. Making sure I wouldn’t try anything.

The woman parked the chair in front of me, the man staring at me intently.

“Leave us,” he said, his voice gravelly.

The man that carried me from the room gave me one last assessing look before heading towards the door. The woman looked worried, her brows furrowing as she glanced at the man in front of me. She hadn’t let go of the handles on the chair. She leaned down, whispering something to him. He raised a hand. “Leave us, Amanda.”

She watched me closely as she reluctantly let go of the chair, moving slowly towards the exit. Once she had closed the door behind her, the man’s attention returned to me.

“I hope Mark was not too rough with you. He tends to get a bit overzealous.”

“Who the fuck are you?”

His eyes bored into me. “How are you feeling, Lana?”

“How am I feeling? How am I feeling? I just escaped a death trap; how do you think I’m feeling?”

“Are you always this abrasive, Lana?”

I let out a laugh. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Oh, I’m being abrasive? Pardon me. Pardon me for being upset that I was kidnapped and put into some sadistic trap.” My hands gripped the arms of the chair, trying to restrain myself from jumping up and taking my chances finding my way out of this place.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he said, as if reading my thoughts. “Detective Hoffman is waiting outside that door in case you make a move. And I believe that you will want to hear what I have to say.”

I sat back in the chair, another humorless laugh escaping my throat. I shook my head. “Fine. Let’s hear it then.”

“I know what you’ve done, Lana.”

I fixed my eyes on him, reading his expression. Does he know what I think he does?

“I know you are the one that killed that man.”

My heart stopped. It shouldn’t have been a surprise; I knew that was why I was here. But hearing it, fuck, hearing it from this man, instead of a puppet on a television, was different.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He smiled softly. “You do not have to play dumb, Lana. I know all about you. I know that after your friend was killed, you became obsessed with bringing her killer to justice. You began taking self defense classes every weekend to keep yourself and those you love safe. I know that you have planned a death for everyone involved in her killer going free. You fill your time with drinks and one night stands to take your mind off of your obsession. I know – “

“Shut the fuck up!” My heart was pounding in my ears, my nails sinking into the wood of the chair. I blinked away the tears pooling in my eyes, trying to steady my breathing. I forced myself to meet his eyes again. “Who are you?”

“I am the man called Jigsaw.”

My nails dug into my palms, trying to hide the shaking in my hands. “And those two?” I asked, nodding towards the door.

“You could call them both a kind of apprentice, I suppose. They are learning to continue my work after I am gone from this world.”

“You’re dying?”

He nodded slowly. “Cancer. Frontal lobe.”

Shit. “And what do you want with me?”

“You see, Lana, I find killing distasteful. What I do is a sort of rehabilitation. People are so ungrateful to be alive. I want to change that.”

“And what? You want me to join your little cult?”

He smiled. “You want vengeance, Lana. You want to get those who exist only to hurt others off of the street. And I want the same.”

“You’re fucking insane.”

“This coming from the woman that cut the genitalia off of her victim and stuffed it down his throat.”

Anger swelled in my chest. “Why do you think I would want to join you?”

“Well, Lana, you have two options. You can join me, I can teach you a better way, a more tasteful way, of curing people. Or you may recall, I mentioned the man that retrieved you from your trap is a detective. You may recognize the name ‘Detective Mark Hoffman?’”

My eyes widened. “The detective on my case.”

“Precisely. Detective Hoffman has been hunting you since you killed Jason Cooper. So, you can either join me, or the detective can take you in.”

“So, you’re blackmailing me?”

“No, I’m giving you another chance at life.”

I hung my head, screwing my eyes shut. What choice did I have?

“Fine. What do I have to do?”

“You will be tasked with helping Mark set up the games.”

“Set up the games?”

“Finding the players, setting up the traps, making sure all goes smoothly.”

“And what the fuck do you do, then?”

He smiled. “I design the traps. I design the games. And every once in a while, I play along.”

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I sat frozen in the chair as the woman, Amanda, came back and retrieved the man. The detective sauntered back into the room, assessing both myself and my captor.

Amanda quickly took the man, Jigsaw, from the room and I was left alone with my hunter.

I sat silently, still attempting to process everything I had just learned. I had been so careful. I was so careful not to leave any evidence behind. How did he know it was me? I rested my elbows on my knees, burying my face in my hands. What did I leave behind? And how did Jigsaw find it?

The scraping of a chair on the concrete pulled me from my thoughts. I watched as the detective pulled a chair up, setting it across from me and sitting down.

“You’re really the one that killed Jason Cooper?” he asked after a moment.

I met his eyes, biting my tongue.

He scoffed. “You really think I’m going to turn you in now? You got as much shit on me as I have on you. You’ve seen me here, you know I’m working with Jigsaw.”

I stayed silent.

He shook his head. “Fine. Be that way. But you’re gonna have to talk eventually.” He stood suddenly, towering over me as he placed a hand on each arm of my chair, caging me in. “I’m in charge of you now, got it? John gave me the job of showing you how everything is done. So, you better get used to talking to me, cause I’m not fucking up my work because of you.”

I smiled up at him, the anger in my stomach ready to burst. “What’s the matter, Detective? Mad that you couldn’t hunt me down without the help of your keeper?”

His eyes darkened, his jaw clenching. “You still think you’re tough, do you?”

His face was inches from mine. “I sure do, Detective. Tough and smart enough that you couldn’t find me without some old man that has you on a leash.”

He pushed himself off of my chair, pacing around the room. He shook his head. “You’re going to be fun, aren’t you?”

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