Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2021 7:49:58 GMT -6
The question of why was a curious one. It was one that had always plagued him, since his career began. Motive - why people did what they did, felt justified in their actions, why did they feel the need to go so far? And the Jigsaw case had only made this a primary concern of his. One man, so stupidly arrogant, had made it his goal to play god over people. Why did he feel the need, why did he think he had the right to play judge, jury and executioner?
And why had Amanda gone with him?
Amanda… Tapp did not realise it was her behind the mask, at first. Some part of him hoped it was the good doctor, if only to give himself the satisfaction that he was right in his assessment of the bastard, from the moment he stepped into his office - arrogant, privileged, but bored of the life and death he held in his hands as a doctor. But no, that righteousness was soon gone; the Pig was far too small, too… angry, to be Doctor Lawrence Gordon. That left him with a second guess… the obvious contender. Jigsaw had saved her, after all - she’d said that much herself, when prompted. But, god did it hurt, knowing he could have helped her just as much, that night in the mannequin factory… it always came back to that damn night. Such a blunder… such a failure.
He thought being in the fog was another form of punishment. Condemned for the lives he could not save, forced to fail over and over again, live and die with no choice, and no say. But there had to be more to this - there had to be a way out. And if he was going to find it - which he was, there was no doubting that - there were two people he knew were coming with him. Adam (he deserved that much, after everything - so close yet so far Tapp was to finding him, maybe things would have been different), and Amanda. But before he left with her, he needed her to answer that ever-important, elusive question - that question of why.
Tapp had never been to the meat plant himself, but he knew of it, in the vaguest sense. No suspicion arose from it, it was just… a facility for meat. Pork mostly, he’d heard. But it meant something to someone… it meant something to Amanda, so whatever had gone in within these walls were hidden horrors he didn’t want to imagine. And yet, here he was, flashlight in hand, wandering through the large, open rooms, trying to find a pig among pigs - someone who didn’t deserve to be here among those the Entity considered her kin.
“Amanda? Amanda,” the former detective called as best he could, trying hard not to shiver with a swallow - fuck, it was cold. “Amanda, I know you’re here.”
And why had Amanda gone with him?
Amanda… Tapp did not realise it was her behind the mask, at first. Some part of him hoped it was the good doctor, if only to give himself the satisfaction that he was right in his assessment of the bastard, from the moment he stepped into his office - arrogant, privileged, but bored of the life and death he held in his hands as a doctor. But no, that righteousness was soon gone; the Pig was far too small, too… angry, to be Doctor Lawrence Gordon. That left him with a second guess… the obvious contender. Jigsaw had saved her, after all - she’d said that much herself, when prompted. But, god did it hurt, knowing he could have helped her just as much, that night in the mannequin factory… it always came back to that damn night. Such a blunder… such a failure.
He thought being in the fog was another form of punishment. Condemned for the lives he could not save, forced to fail over and over again, live and die with no choice, and no say. But there had to be more to this - there had to be a way out. And if he was going to find it - which he was, there was no doubting that - there were two people he knew were coming with him. Adam (he deserved that much, after everything - so close yet so far Tapp was to finding him, maybe things would have been different), and Amanda. But before he left with her, he needed her to answer that ever-important, elusive question - that question of why.
Tapp had never been to the meat plant himself, but he knew of it, in the vaguest sense. No suspicion arose from it, it was just… a facility for meat. Pork mostly, he’d heard. But it meant something to someone… it meant something to Amanda, so whatever had gone in within these walls were hidden horrors he didn’t want to imagine. And yet, here he was, flashlight in hand, wandering through the large, open rooms, trying to find a pig among pigs - someone who didn’t deserve to be here among those the Entity considered her kin.
“Amanda? Amanda,” the former detective called as best he could, trying hard not to shiver with a swallow - fuck, it was cold. “Amanda, I know you’re here.”
