John Kramer imagines (book 2)

breaking and entering

I shouldn't of broken into the warehouse, but John had been acting shady for a while and I needed to know what he was planning. We had been friends for a long time and I knew he was up to something, I just had to figure out what. It looked empty when I went inside, there were some photos on the wall of some men that I'd never seen before. "What the hell is this?" I walked over to the table, there was sheets covering them with something underneath. I went to take it off, when someone grabbed my arm. I look back, "Didn't I tell you not to come here?" How the fuck did he find me so fast? "What is this, John? What are you doing?" He pulled me away. "You need to leave." I pull my wrist back. "Not until you tell me what you're doing." He sighed deeply. "Just go home, y/n." I look at him, "Tell me what you're doing. I'm sick of this, John. You lie and run off, leaving me alone for hours on end for months and you can't tell me why?" He looked away from me, "Just do as you're told and go!" He yelled, my eyes widened as I watch him closely. "You've changed. You're not the man that I thought you were. And I don't trust you." I glance back to the table, "What is so secret that you can't tell me? I thought we were friends." He looked back at me, "Do you really think that I would ever want to be friends with you?" I frowned, as I felt a pang of anger inside my chest. "You're dead to me. Don't call me ever again." I turn and I walk away, I slide the door open and leave.

I walked down the street, I was freezing and it was starting to get cold outside. A car pulled beside me, driving alongside. "Get in the car, y/n. I'm taking you home." I ignored him, I didn't want to hear whatever shit he had to say. "Y/n. Get in the car." I stopped, "Burn in hell, Kramer." I turn and I walk back the other direction, I was too angry to even care about anything, I just wanted to get home. I went to a bar, sitting at a random table and ordering a glass of wine. I check my phone, as I ran a hand through my hair. The waitress hands me my drink, before I take a sip. "What's a pretty girl like you doing here alone?" Some guy comes and sits opposite me, "I just want to be alone, thanks." This guy really didn't get the hint. "Oh c'mon, why don't we just have some fun?" I rolled my eyes, "My husband wouldn't approve." I always wore a ring on my finger in case of creepy men. "He doesn't have to know." I was really starting to get annoyed. "He knows. And he's not happy about you talking to my wife." I look up, as John glared at him. How the fuck did he find me? The guy just walked away, embarrassed. John sat down, "I had a tracker installed on your phone, remember?" Of course he did, he was crazy like that. "What the hell do you want?" He moved the glass away from me. "Come home. We can talk about this." I shake my head, "I'm done talking, John. You've lied for months about where you were. You couldn't be honest and tell me the truth, so now you don't get to tell me anything."

"Y/n." He gave me that look, the way he always did. And it worked, every damn time. "What is this about?" I was trying to stay calm. "Get in the car, I'll tell you everything." I stand up, "Fine." We walked back to his car, I got in and shut the door. "Well? Go on, tell me." He looked back at me, "Do you remember when I told you about the games? The traps." I nodded, "Yeah, you said that it was Jigsaw. Didn't you?" He sighed, "What I'm about to tell you, you have to keep it to yourself. You can't tell anyone, no one at all." I had a feeling I knew what he would say. "John, I think I already know." He leaned back, "You do?" I watch him closely, "It's you, isn't it? Jigsaw. The traps, it makes sense. You're trying to keep it from me, but I think I've figured it out." He looked down, "Yes." I take a breath, "I knew it. Fuck." I wasn't sure what to say, this was huge. "I don't want anything to happen to you, y/n. If I kept you away, you can't get hurt. You'd be safer not knowing." I look out the window, "I want you to show me. What you've worked on. I'm not scared, John. I just want to see for myself. Show me." He started up the engine, "If you wish." He drove me back to the warehouse, he led me by my hand, inside and he let go of my hand, as he walked to the side of the room. He takes off the sheet. "What is it?" I asked, "It's a work in progress. I haven't tested it out, yet." I look back at him, "It looks painful."

"That's the point. There's always a way out, I don't murder people, y/n. I don't believe in that. "So, it's like a knife chair? It can't be super dangerous, then." I notice the barbed wire on the other side of the room. "And that's back up in case the chair breaks?" I joked, "It's good to have a back up." I felt him stood behind me, as I take a breath. "You're shaking." I felt his hands on my hips, as I leaned back into his chest. I smiled a little, as he kissed my shoulder. "What do you think?" I turn to look at him. "I'm really impressed, John. You made this on your own?" He nodded, proudly. "This is just the beginning. Imagine how many more of these you'll build. Bigger. Better, more painful. Difficult. It's genius." He watched my eyes, "It would be better with two." I raise an eyebrow, "Two?" He gently cupped my face. "Join me. As my apprentice, I'll show you everything, teach you how to build new traps, designing, all of it. We could take this on together and bring justice to this world. Will you join me?" He held out his hand to me. I wasn't sure what to say.

"Yes."