Friend or Foe (SAW x Reader)

Ch.16 (Jailhouse blues and amusing news)

(Are we nearing the end? Who knows! I certainly don't... I'm being serious lol) 

   "No, for the last God forsaken time. I have no clue where he could be hiding." I rested my head in my hands, bored out of my mind. I had no clue how many days or weeks have passed by now. They took everything away from me trying to drive me mad. The agent trying to get me to talk slammed down their papers in frustration "All you have to do is talk and you may get a lighter sentence. Doesn't that sound better than a life sentence"? I smiled brightly and sat up tall "You're right it does! I'd love to spill the only problem is I have no answers for you." with a groan she left the room clearly as drained as I was. This was a frustrating cycle of waking up, getting breakfast, being interrogated for hours, and then going right back to my cell. I think the worst of all of this was the fact the food was never seasoned. I truly never missed school lunches but here we are. I wonder if this is how in school suspension kids felt like going through that for weeks. Two agents came in and started to march me back to my cell. I guess the good in all of this was that the jail uniform was extremely comfortable and allowed me to move around freely.

I sighed as I was cuffed to the cell bar again. I hated to admit I was becoming very broken down. Looking at the same walls and having the same endless cycle everyday from morning to night was not fun to work with. I missed Mark's annoying attitude and the rush of trying to drag people away to traps. I'd kill to have Mark smirking as he walks away knowing he got one up on me like he always would. Then again it's why I'm stuck in this damned cell with nothing to look at but painted walls. Shimmying myself around I laid down deciding to sleep away the rest of my day before dinner would arrive. The metal handcuff clinking down the bar made the agent jump out of their seat. I rolled my eyes "I'm going to nap, It's not like I'd make it out alive if I ran out of here". Not all by myself at least.

I assumed a few hours had gone by. The door to the cell rooms opened and followed loud voices. Groaning, I put my pillow over my face hoping they'd get the hint. "Metal and bright red sweat pants never looked better on you" I shot up, dropping the pillow to the floor. Much to my annoyance Jill Tuck and (S/n) (L/n) stood outside the cells. When I said I was bored I didn't mean out of all people bring my sister to my cell. "What do I owe the honor of seeing the two of you here?" I said sarcastically, keeping my eyes on Jill. I knew she knew about Hoffman; was she here to spill even more evidence? Wouldn't that put her in more danger for helping John? Erickson soon joined and instructed Jill to get in the cell next to mine. Jill entered warily, not letting her eyes drop mine as she sat down. Her cell was locked tight leaving me confused. Did she confess and turn herself in? Erickson looked at me once and commanded the other agents "Arrest (S/n) (L/n) for voluntary manslaughter and accessory to murder of the (L/n) family". I believe my jaw hit the floor as my sister struggled and screamed. Jill looked at me just as shocked. Did I hear that correctly? Did Erickson just say that? (S/n)'s right hand was handcuffed to the cell bars across from me. "While you were correct (Y/n), this doesn't mean you're getting out of this. You killed your father and helped in the Jigsaw murders." Erickson commented, making me laugh "I'm aware captain obvious but, thank you". I felt more at peace knowing (S/n) was now also stuck in this mess as well.

I looked over across from me smiling "Hey, chin up; you're going to look good in yellow or red sweats". She threw her pillow at me hitting me in the face "Wait until I'm uncuffed you bitch." I grabbed both pillows and laid back down "Cool, I now have two pillows". A while had passed and none of us had spoken since they arrived. Turning my head over to Jill I asked "So why exactly are you here? Spill too many details or something?" she clenched her seat tightly, not speaking. "Aren't you both entertaining." I stated, looking back up at the ceiling.

Five agents came into the room. One threw yellow sweats at my sister and left; The other four started to set up what looked like bullet proof glass with one guy staying on our side of the glass. (S/n) looked up "Why yellow and you red?" I started cackling, making her confused. "Yellow means low risk, while I am high risk and dangerous. It means you're still below me." (S/n) put on the pants mumbling about kicking my ass eventually. "Jill is here because Erickson and her are afraid Mark is coming for her. She spilled that he was working with John and took out the competition for his role." I looked between Jill and my sister. "Sounds fun, but how do they know he's coming for her?" I threw a pillow back at my sister, startling her. "He's been taunting the feds with videos. He hasn't been hiding behind the puppet either." I stared at Jill with raised eyebrows. "Is that all?" I directed towards her and she lowered her head "He knows you're here too. Do you think he's going to let any of us live at this point?"? She had a point, he wouldn't let us. There's no reason to let us live. I smashed my head into the bars as a pillow hit the back of my head. I felt the small trickle of blood fall from my nose. "Screw you, I gave you a second chance and you wasted it." I glared daggers into my sister's skull.

A small red light started flashing in the hallways. Jill looked like she'd pass out at any moment she was so tense. The agent guarding us behind the glass told her to relax and disregard it. While it's odd for fire alarm testing to be this late it's not uncommon. She relaxed but still wouldn't let up on her grip. I thought she may break right through the bedframe hanging off the wall. (S/n) looked nervous but it was probably because she knew once I got a chance she was fucked. The feeling in the air felt off but I've been here forever now. I was probably just jittery from gaining two new roommates and new information about Mark.

Sighing I laid back down for the fifth time and stared at the ceiling hoping to drift off again.