Post by Amanda Young on Dec 15, 2020 13:13:29 GMT -6
"This was your test, your game."
Amanda's last moments didn't happen how she planned them. Truthfully, she didn't have a plan but... Bleeding out on the floor of a meat packing plant.
Her so-called saviour in bed, dying with her. Mocking her now. Not in a million years was this how it ended.
"You didn't test anyone's will to live."
Flashes of the contraptions that she built went through her mind. The unsurvivable ones, the one that was still around the doctors throat.
No. John was wrong, he always was. People tested their own will to live, she just did what they couldn't do for themselves.
They never deserved to survive in the first place, neither did she. Jigsaw saved her, and he shouldn't have. She was a druggie, now a murderer. People never changed, no matter what circumstances they were put under. She hadn't, given ample chance she hadn't changed.
No matter how much they beg, they'll never mean it. Why would they, if you gave them the mercy they wanted? They get another chance, and they think you won't be looking, watching to make sure they follow through with regaining a life that they didn't treasure enough the first time.
John's words hurt, all the same. He saved her, she did her best to make him proud. Make his pity on her worth it, make people realize their wrongdoings.
"Instead, you took away their only chance. Your games were unwinnable. Your subjects merely victims."
And Troy. She could see herself in him, he'd gone to jail on drug charges. He would never change, given the chance to. He was in and out of prison... John left the trap in her hands, as he was bedridden. He pre-recorded the tape for her. Her plans were all drawn out, putting them into place would be just as easy. Taking her plan one step further, she hooked chains into his Achilles tendon and his lower jaw. As an extra measure, she welded the room shut in case he did manage to pry them all out.
She didn't want him to even have the chance to succeed.
Amanda's eyes shut tight, putting more pressure on her neck.
After dragging him into the room, Amanda tossed the key into the bathtub with no care of where it landed. Placing it carefully would have guaranteed his survival, and that would have been so easy. She knew that they could break their bones, get out, or use the saws that would be found... Adam didn't need the key.
It was all easy to say in hindsight, but while thinking about it... The guilt she felt that he was there, alone. Lawrence had been freed, and John left, too. Adam was still there. Maybe he'd died of infection, did it happen so fast?
She had to see. She had to go back, it had been a night and the nightmare that haunted her... She had to end his misery, no one had found him. It hadn't been reported, John didn't call it in and Lawrence didn't know where he'd been kept, yet.
When her flashlight shone over Adam's body, she had suspected him dead... She wanted him to be dead.
Gasping when he woke, she felt her stomach turn.
"Shh... Here. I'm going to help." Comfort words that were hollow.
Crinkles of the bag that she'd brought to suffocate him, to end his suffering. He had so much strength, so much fight left in him. Halfway through the altercation, she let go. Let him breathe again.
"Sorry."
Wordlessly, she began to free him from his shackles, she led Adam out of his prison, her help extended until he was somewhere where he'd reasonably able to get help on his own. It was her one act of mercy, that John didn't know about. He'd soon find out Adam Stanheight was alive, but he wouldn't know it was her doing. Maybe someone found him, and didn't report it.
She cried in her car.
It was all easy to say in hindsight, but while thinking about it... The guilt she felt that he was there, alone. Lawrence had been freed, and John left, too. Adam was still there. Maybe he'd died of infection, did it happen so fast?
She had to see. She had to go back, it had been a night and the nightmare that haunted her... She had to end his misery, no one had found him. It hadn't been reported, John didn't call it in and Lawrence didn't know where he'd been kept, yet.
When her flashlight shone over Adam's body, she had suspected him dead... She wanted him to be dead.
Gasping when he woke, she felt her stomach turn.
"Shh... Here. I'm going to help." Comfort words that were hollow.
Crinkles of the bag that she'd brought to suffocate him, to end his suffering. He had so much strength, so much fight left in him. Halfway through the altercation, she let go. Let him breathe again.
"Sorry."
Wordlessly, she began to free him from his shackles, she led Adam out of his prison, her help extended until he was somewhere where he'd reasonably able to get help on his own. It was her one act of mercy, that John didn't know about. He'd soon find out Adam Stanheight was alive, but he wouldn't know it was her doing. Maybe someone found him, and didn't report it.
She cried in her car.
And Troy. She could see herself in him, he'd gone to jail on drug charges. He would never change, given the chance to. He was in and out of prison... John left the trap in her hands, as he was bedridden. He pre-recorded the tape for her. Her plans were all drawn out, putting them into place would be just as easy. Taking her plan one step further, she hooked chains into his Achilles tendon and his lower jaw. As an extra measure, she welded the room shut in case he did manage to pry them all out.
She didn't want him to even have the chance to succeed.
"Hello, Kerry. I want to play a game."
Amanda remembered the way she stood in the shadows, watching the Detective in her trap. She was leaned against the beam, her eyes closed as Jigsaw spoke. She remembered the fear that she felt the first time He spoke to her. Nauseating, believing you wouldn't survive. Kerry wouldn't, though. That was the difference. Amanda had swapped the keys in the jar. In her pocket was the correct one. John hadn't even known, he wouldn't have let her. She needed him to see that she was right - that this is what had to be done. Why should she survive?
Moments before the contraption went off, Amanda revealed herself to the detective.
She wanted her to know who caused her death.
Moments before the contraption went off, Amanda revealed herself to the detective.
She wanted her to know who caused her death.
"I let you make your own choices. I wanted you to succeed, Amanda."
"Unlock her collar, and let her go." Amanda's grip tightened on Lynn with John's words. Why?
Why let her go? She had said no, what did he not understand?
The man hadn't finished his trial, she didn't get to walk free early. That wasn't how this worked.
"I said no, John." Defiance never got her anywhere, but she was angry. She was frustrated that he didn't understand.
"The rules of our game have been made very clear. You need to abide by those rules."
"But you couldn't."
John broke their eye contact, his eyes rolling back in pain.
Amanda exhaled a small sob, falling onto the floor with a dull thud. Blood from her mouth leaks onto her hand, and the last words she hears are:
"Game over."
And that was the end of Amanda Young.
She thought that it was all over, that she was dead... Death was quiet, almost kind. It wasn't until she sat up that she realized that wasn't true, there was an unrecognizable whisper, like someone was trying to speak to her but she couldn't understand. The room she was in was the same one she died in, but this time it was empty. John was gone, the Doctor and her husband too.
What happened? She was still in the meat packaging plant but... She wasn't dead, and she wasn't safe. Going to the front door of the plant caused spikes to launch from the ground, backing up in fear.
Tears ran down her face again. Why hadn't she been allowed to die? What had taken her?
She spent time running around the meat packaging plant, until she stopped dead in her tracks, coming face to face... "Face to face" with the Entity.
She thought that it was all over, that she was dead... Death was quiet, almost kind. It wasn't until she sat up that she realized that wasn't true, there was an unrecognizable whisper, like someone was trying to speak to her but she couldn't understand. The room she was in was the same one she died in, but this time it was empty. John was gone, the Doctor and her husband too.
What happened? She was still in the meat packaging plant but... She wasn't dead, and she wasn't safe. Going to the front door of the plant caused spikes to launch from the ground, backing up in fear.
Tears ran down her face again. Why hadn't she been allowed to die? What had taken her?
She spent time running around the meat packaging plant, until she stopped dead in her tracks, coming face to face... "Face to face" with the Entity.