John Kramer imagines (book 2)

say my name

I'd been working at the drug recovery unit for almost a year, Jill was leading today's sessions, I was more a support than anything else. It was so busy in here, but it tended to be more at weekends. "I'm going to need to use Room five- oh." I stopped, seeing this guy was sat in the room with Jill. "Y/n, this is John.. my husband." I wasn't sure what to say, he looked pissed. "Ex husband." He corrected her, as she glared. "I told you to leave, John." She snapped, as I felt awkward. "Why do you waste your time?" He looked at me, "What?" This was a little strange for me, "These people that you 'treat', it's self inflicted bullshit." Ah, now I saw the issue. "I don't think we should be having this conversation." I shut the door, as Jill sighed, "Please just get him out of here before I call security." She stormed out, as I look back at him. "This place- it's no help for anyone. Because they always do it again, they relapse.. and what about the people that have life threatening illnesses that get nothing?" I look away, "Everyone deserves a second chance of life." He rolled his eyes, "Only if you fight for it." I frowned, "I need you to leave, John." He didn't seem phased, he wasn't even afraid, I could see it. "Do you really believe that a drug addict wants to live?" I could see his point, but I had patients to protect and I couldn't argue that. "I'm asking you nicely, just go. For Jill's sake." He scoffed, "Why would I do anything for that woman?" I sit down opposite him, "You're right. Okay? You're right. I hate it here, just as much as the next person."

"Why are you doing it? If you hate it?" I lean back, "This is all I've known. And someone's got to do it." He frowned, "I think I may have a job opening." I was confused, "A job? Like what?" He just stared at me, which put me on edge. "I'll call you with details." He hands me a card, before he leaves. What the fuck just happened? I sighed deeply, before tucking the card in my pocket and getting back to work. Once the day ended, I locked up and left to get home, I look at the card he gave me, it had a number on it. I get home, before I call the number. "I wasn't expecting you to call so soon." I lean on the couch, "Who are you, really?" I was so intrigued by him, I couldn't figure it out. I heard my doorbell go, "What was that?" He asked. "I have to go, I'm sorry. I'll call you another time." I hang up, before I went to get it. "Hi, Jill. What are you doing here?" She seemed flustered. "When John was at the clinic, he gave you a card. Show me." I was a little startled, "What? Why?" She sees the card on the table. "Fuck." I had no clue what was happening. "Jill, what's wrong?" She looked at me. "John- he's dangerous. I know what he's trying to do, he wants you to be his apprentice." I cross my arms, "Okay?" She sighed, "John's the jigsaw killer." I wasn't sure what to think, my stomach dropped. I knew something wasn't right. "Prove it." She showed me a load of texts, photos, everything that proved she was telling the truth. "You have to delete that number. Block it, don't ever contact him again."

"Is he still doing it? The games?" She shook her head, "We got divorced six months ago, he stopped telling me things.. but, I think so." I take a breath, "I can't go back to the clinic, Jill." She glanced back at me, "I understand, John can't know anything about this conversation. He's so clever, it's scary. He can find out anything, find a remote job, try and move in with someone you know, get your number plates changed and for gods sake, don't leave the house alone. He has people working for him that could make anyone disappear." I nodded, feeling pretty freaked out. "Thanks, Jill." She leaves, as I lock my door. My phone buzzed. 'I'm not going to make it easy for you to leave me.' How the fuck did he do that?! "Son of a bitch." I had to get a new SIM card. I take the sim out of my phone and I snap it in half, before I go into my cupboard, I had a spare one luckily. I put a different one into my phone, before I turn the tv on. I turn off my location settings and I shut the curtains. My phone buzzed again, 'How about we have a conversation in person?' This man was unbelievable. 'Fine.' I replied, when my doorbell rang. He knew where I lived now? Brilliant. I hesitated, before I answered the door. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" He smirked, "I know more than you think, y/n. Jill's already filled you in, I assume?" He sat on my couch, "What the- yeah, she told me that you're- Nevermind." I sat down, as he watched me. "Are you scared?" I shake my head, "You shouldn't be here." He smirked. "You won't regret this, I promise."

-2 years later-
"Holy fuck. I got it." I re-wired the cameras, John watching from behind me. "And- there. Higher resolution, so you can see into the corners, no darkness." I turn up the lights, as I look at him. "You're one of a kind, baby girl." I wink playfully, as he gently played with my hair. "Can you switch these around?" I nodded, as I flip a switch to move the quality around. "Hang on." I answered a call from Mark. "I don't fucking care, Mark! Move it back a day. John's going to fucking kill you if you do that. Well, I don't care. Mark, for fucks sake.. bring him in. Drop it back there, hurry up." I hang up, "What's happened now?" I rolled my eyes, "Mark and Amanda are fighting again, they have Jonas Fleming, the corrupt police officer from those cases a few years back and they don't want to bring him in because they think he's being watched by undercover fbi." He sighed angrily, "Did they do a background check on that?" I shrugged, "This is why I can't work with them, they argue all the fucking time. Makes me think they both need tequila and some hard sex." I joked, "Do you think they are?" I glance back, "Amanda and Mark? No fucking way." He seemed amused, "Shut the fuck up, are they?" He held a laugh back, "I've seen things that I wish I hadn't." I ran a hand over my hair. "Do you care that they're fucking?" He shakes his head, "I don't really care, I let my apprentices do what and who they want to do, within reason." I bite my lip, "But what if they wanted to fuck the boss?" He leaned against the table, "I'd be flattered, but I'm an old man now, y/n. My time for romance is done."

"Boring." I mumbled, "What was that?" I look away, "Nothing." He sat beside me, "You think I'm boring?" I glance over at him, "I didn't say that." He sighed, "Get back to work." He stood up, before he leaves the room. "Asshole." I started to look up some ideas, when someone grabbed me from behind, pulling my head back. "What the fuck did you just call me?" He snapped, "Fucking hell, John. Calm down." He growled, "I suggest you watch your tone and cut the attitude." I smiled, "Yes, dad." He let go of me, "What's wrong with you?" I stand up, "It's been two years, John. And you think nothings changed between us? I love you. And you don't fucking care, you just want the games to be perfect." He seemed surprised, "Y/n, why didn't you tell me?" I looked away, "You're over the romance, right?" He looked back at the camera screens, "Jill warned you, what I was like.. why our marriage broke down. I can't hurt anyone else that I care for." I grab my jacket, "It's a bit late for that." I storm out, before I get into my car and I drive home.

Would I ever be happy with him?