Friend or Foe (SAW x Reader)

Ch.17 (You what?)

(The end is  near!) 

   Another day had passed and it was now the dead of night. The air felt thick and the tension was suffocating. I sat up and rested my head on the bars. I couldn't sleep no matter how hard I tried. I thought I heard a muffled thump but passed it off as lack of sleep. This time the flashing red light went off and a scream of agony could be heard. Jumping up I backed up as far as I could. Jill and (S/n) also got to their feet. The agent guarding us loaded his gun and stood in front of the cells.

The door slammed open revealing Mark pointing a loaded gun. "No!" Jill screeched at the top of her lungs as Mark shot through the protective glass killing the guard. The hatred poured from his face as he collected the keys to the cells. My heart was hammering in my chest and I could hear it like a war drum in my ears. He didn't bother looking at me. His goal was Jill as he waltzed into her cell pulling her head back to look at him. I couldn't hear what he was saying from (S/n) trying desperately to get the cuff off. Before I knew it Jill went running down the hall as Hoffman cursed out to her. Time slowed as our eyes met. His darken blue orbs held anger, frustration, bloodlust, a sense of control and something else. The rapid clanking of my sister's cuff slowly disappeared and all I could hear was my slow anxious breaths. What was he going to do now? Most likely finish tying up loose ends.

His eyes tracked mine as he made his way to the cell door. As he entered panic started setting in but nothing was registering. Reality snapped back as he trailed down my arm grabbing my wrist. After my wrist dropped he pulled a gun dropping it in my hands. His large hand pulled my chin up to him "After you've had your fun; meet me at the hideout rookie". He left me standing in the open cell. The hideout? That was our last resort if things really went South. Just what exactly have you done in your killing spree Mark Hoffman? I turned to (S/n). It almost felt surreal that I finally have my chance.

(S/n) fell to her knees to beg. Screaming about how we could talk this out. I smiled softly at her "Yea, let's talk this out. It's what dad would have wanted". She got to her feet shocked and happy before it faded to confusion. "Wait, dad never wanted to talk things out." I laughed and cocked the gun "Exactly!" I fired every last round into her skull. Watching as fragments flew and blood splatter on me and the bed. I fell to my knees throwing the gun in frustration. Tears lightly fell from the corners of my eyes. Why was I crying? It was over wasn't it? Why do I feel so hollow still? I stayed on the floor and collected myself. Once my breathing calmed I made my way through the halls being wary of who was still in here. The building stayed very silent as I reached the front desk. I threw everything around trying to find my belongings. At the bottom of the filer cabinet my keys, ID, and wallet rested in a plastic basket. Slamming and screaming echoed through the halls as I opened the front door. Taking a shaky breath I stepped outside looking for my car.

My car's lights flashed as I clicked the button. I smiled and sprinted to the car jumping into my seat. Turning the key the car struggled to come alive. After the fourth try the engine purred to life. "Yes!" I giggled and purposely dragged my car's back end letting me drift out onto the road. Taking the backroads I flew over hills and around bends letting the adrenaline rush take over. Road turned into gravel as I pulled up to the hideout. The night air was cool and the sky lit up perfectly for traveling. Making my way to the door I went straight back to where my extra stuff was kept and stripped out of my clothing. I felt blissful to put on my comfortable clothing after so long. I threw the jail clothes into a corner and brought up my duffel bag to the front tables. My knife, passports, cash, and clothes were all counted for in the bag. Everything else was to be burned or kept in my pockets. A car pulled up to the hanger; the car door slamming made me flinch and duck behind some boxes. Heavy footsteps creeped around the hanger before stopping beside me. Mark held his hand out to me "Get up rookie".

He pulled me up and held me close to his chest. "How do I look?" I unconsciously reached up and held his jaw to look at the scars. He almost seemed amused that I was daring to trace his face. "How did you manage this?" I asked as he let me back up some. "Jill got me good, but I think I got her back pretty damn good." I smirked and retrieved my knife from my bag; putting it in my pocket. "It makes you look very intimidating, but mine are still better Hoffman." Mark probably rolled his eyes as we started to frantically pack the remaining things. We needed to get out of dodge quickly and soon. We have no idea who knows what and could be coming for us now. I zipped my two bags and started towards the door only for a strong hand to stop me by the shoulder. I turned and faced Mark wondering why he stopped me. He looked like he wanted desperately to say something but let go of me. "Get your bags loaded into my car quickly. We'll stick with my car until we can get another." Doing as he said I placed my bags in the backseat. I had an eerie feeling as I marched by to the hideout. Standing by the table I watched Mark move around the area. I zoned out and started thinking about how everything has gone down. "Something on your mind you want to say Rookie?" I snapped out of it, staring at Mark. I frown and let it slip from my mouth "Erickson said everyone who's ever gotten close to you dies. You're going to use me up and kill me, aren't you"? I leaned back into the wall "like how I always keep saying and thinking. You're going to kill me".

Mark quickly pressed me against the wall and had my head forcefully look up at him. He looked angry and annoyed. "I'm not going to kill you! I never was even after all those threats. The problem is no matter how hard I tried to hate you... I couldn't." I felt confused. Why couldn't he? It wasn't that hard to hate someone, was it? "Ever since you got entangled in all of this with me I found it harder to push you away. I didn't want a weakness to become the death of me". I spoke out "I'm a what"? His voice strained "You're my weakness; and I can't let what happened to my sister. Happen to you." His eyes softened "I can't lose you now". His lips gently meet yours in your first kiss with him. The spark that travels between your touch and his made your heart skip a beat. Mark pulls back letting go of your face to grab your hands. His calloused fingers rub across your knuckles. "I want you to stay with me." His voice was low and almost begging. I smiled and hugged him tightly "Let's get out of here. Anywhere you go, I go". Mark followed close behind with his bags and struck a match. The hanger caught fire and spread like wildfire to the area around it.

The eerie feeling came back and a thought finally hit me. "Where's Gordon?" As if listening to my thoughts Mark was struck down and someone held my arms back behind me with a knife to my throat. A few people surrounded us and the head of the group ripped the pig mask off. "What the hell?!" Mark said very disoriented. Gordon pulled out a gun aiming right at Mark's head. Panicking I stomped the foot to the guy holding me and slammed my head against his for good measure before jumping in front of Mark. Gordon's bullet went right into my side sending stinging pain. I gritted my teeth "Gordon don't, please... please don't kill him". Gordon sighed frustrated before he signaled to the others. Before I could react something hard hit my head and the world went black.