Another chapter update like I promised. I hope some of you will still read this story! There is so much left of Ivy's story.

A whole 8 films worthy, did I say 8 yes I did. I had to write a tale of my own didn't I? To truly finish off the Jigsaw Legacy. I hope that's a big enough teaser for you all.

Ivy's in a dangerous position, what will happen to her? We all know Saw 3 is imminent.

Enjoy!

Chapter 31

Her neck screamed in pain and she felt as if she'd been slammed into a few walls, but she was alive and that was the most important thing as blurry images swam across her eyes. They were so tangible, dancing in front of her that she reached out to try and grab them. A hazy pig mask flashed from her memories and she bolted upright remembering what had happened. The pictures, the two pigheads, the gunshot, Michael Tapp; and then blackness. A whimper escaped her lips at the dark settings around her and Ivy's first terrifying thought was that she was back in the bathroom. "Please no." She whispered checking her head as she began to run her hands down her body looking for strange contraptions, stitches, wounds, missing eyes, limbs and metal sticking out of her. When she found none she began to take in what was around her. Finally she had to come to the realisation that there was hardly anything which seemed to be a threat in the vicinity.

She was in a tiny room which looked more like a cell than anything else. There were bars to her right where a TV set was sitting, making Ivy gulp audibly and a ledge on the other side, supposedly where she could sit down. That was all. No weapons, no instruments, no strange puzzles or notes, no windows. What on earth did this mean for her now. Her eyes landed on the bars and she could see two buttons with a sign painted in the familiar red paint.

FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT.

She frowned staring at the sign in confusion, since when is a Jigsaw Trap entertaining? A whimper from behind made Ivy wheel round raising a fist, only for a small voice to cry out. "Please don't hurt me."

Ivy stared down at the small child sharing the small prison room with her. The girl was still in her pyjamas of patterned purple and multi-coloured hearts. Her hair was lanky and didn't look as if it had been washed in a long time. The child was skinny underneath her pyjamas with big eyes that shone with fear. Her voice was timid and tiny making Ivy wonder if the girl was abused. She was cowering away from Ivy who put her fist down immediately feeling bad and decided to stay where she was.

"Why are you here?" She asked stupidly before she could stop herself. The girl shrugged her shoulders.

"I don't know. Please don't hurt me." She repeated so softly Ivy had to lean in to make out her whispers.

"I'm not going to hurt you. Have you been here the whole time I've been asleep?" She asked kneeling down to the child who flinched at her movements. After a while she nodded.

"Did you see who put me in here?"

The girl shook her head, "I just want to go home with my daddy, but they took him too." She whispered and Ivy's heart melted for this poor child at once. She held her hands out palms up in what she hoped was enough to show the child she didn't mean her any harm; she hadn't spent much time around children before and while she liked them and could befriend them, she had never had to comfort one before.

"Well I don't know where your daddy is I'm afraid, but I won't hurt you. I've just woken up here too, I don't know where I am." Ivy said and her own voice wobbled as the severity of the situation dawned on her. "Do you know where we are?" She asked and the girl shook her head. "What's your name?" But the girl just kept staring at her with a doe's eyes. The child didn't answer and Ivy sighed her patience wearing thin. "My name is Ivy. I am a Special Agent. I work for the FBI." She told her and the girl's eyes widened meaning she understood that Ivy was important.

"Why are you here then?" The child asked and Ivy gritted her teeth knowing the girl didn't mean to be obtuse, but the comment stung a little. She was a trained FBI agent and she was caught in a Jigsaw game for the third time, she certainly felt useless.

"I don't know yet." She admitted, "I need to hear the rules." Ivy shouted a little louder remembering how in the bathroom there had been the camera from where Amanda had observed their game. Someone usually oversaw the games as they played out. What on earth do I have to do involving a child, protect her like Adam?

Silence fell between the two of them and Ivy went over to press the buttons on the bars, but they weren't operational yet. It was dark and gloomy in the cramped room and she had the feeling her lungs were working harder than they should be. "My name is Corbett." Mumbled the child and Ivy turned to her.

"Corbett." She repeated and the girl nodded, the name was familiar but in her still hazy, chloroform induced state the pieces weren't fitting together. A list of missing people swam before her and Ivy plucked the name from it, "Wait are you Lynn Denlon's daughter?"

"You know my mummy?" Corbett asked her voice perking at the mention of her. "Is she here?"

"I don't know sweetie." She said happy to know who the child was at last. Then Lawrence's words came back to her, 'brain surgery...at least she's not wholly innocent, it forms a game which is going on soon.' "I think she might be here somewhere, but I don't know for sure."

"Why am I here? Is it because of my daddy?" Corbett asked her and Ivy finally sat on the ledge next to her, Corbett winced but didn't move away from her which she took as a positive.

"Do your mummy and daddy get on?" Ivy asked trying to keep the question as innocent as possible. Up close she could see the lack of care in Corbett's hair and could guess the answer.

"They did." Said Corbett looking around sadly and then hugging the soft toy closer to her. It was the first time Ivy had spotted it and she recognised it all too well. "Now I hardly see mummy."

"Is this your toy?" She interrupted and Corbett nodded. She remembered that this was the exact same stuffed toy Mark Hoffman was holding, sparking off his lies about having a child of his own. "I'm going to kill him." She muttered quietly not believing he had the audacity to kidnap this child and her father and to then bring her toy to the station with him; only to leave it for her in the game.

"Kill who?"

Ivy panicked seeing Corbett become fearful of her again, "No one. Just someone whom I am very angry at." She said. "It's a figure of speech for having a long talk with that person, I'm not going to actually kill anyone." She reassured her before Michael's lifeless body flashed before her again.

Michael Tapp was the man whom had nearly barrelled into her, if she had not hidden when going to meet with John. She recalled the pighead bursting forth and drugging him back to unconsciousness. That time it had been Amanda. She had expected it to have been Amanda again under the pig mask partnered up with Mark. The way the figure had halted when she began to blackmail it and then the decision to thrown caution to the wind and try to attack her again. Everything had pointed to Amanda's personality, not the son of David Tapp who, while being a nasty little shitter for tossing his father under the bus, had been quiet. Unfortunately he had been missing for a very long time now. Ivy remembered telling Allison and Mark during one of her many interviews that she thought she had seen him while helping Lawrence through the bathroom but had never learned of his fate. To know he had been an apprentice running around just confirmed her earlier worries that John had a plethora of people helping him. I wonder how John felt when he learned I murdered one of his cohorts? I wonder how Mark felt when he saw me do it? She was under the impression Detective Hoffman saw her as no real threat and if Ivy was honest with herself she had never felt like she was one. She couldn't be brave, could never stand up to Mark and denounce him for what he was. She was too concerned with her own self-preservation. Instead Ivy had to use every inch of cunning she possessed. She didn't handle the heavy duty things like the interrogations and had only let her anger slip once with Gibson. She hoped his opinion of the meek and mild Jigsaw survivor turned Special Agent was beginning to change. I deserve to be taken seriously, maybe now my hands are just as bloody he might see me as his equal. She was finally as corrupted as the other members of her ex precinct.

"Okay." Corbett seemed to believe her and Ivy stared at the small child in confusion before her gaze was captured by the silent TV again. When is it going to come on? She wondered, for she knew it would eventually. A dreadful thought entered her head again. What if this game is Amanda's and it's one of her inescapable traps?

As if hearing her very thoughts the TV crackled into life and her Uncle came on the screen. Her mouth fell open seeing him, he was in a frail condition and she could tell this video was filmed only a short while ago as he was clearly hooked up to an IV. She could only wonder why John had decided to show his face and not the Billy puppet which had become so synonymous with his legacy.

"I am sorry for dragging you into yet another of my games Ivy but this time I had no alternative. You are my niece, you are reformed. I trust you and I love you which is why I will tell you right now that I am honouring my words to you previously; you and the child you find yourself with are in no remote danger. A game is being played with Corbett Denlon's parents, if Jeff Denlon succeeds in his tests he will come and release you both, if he fails then I guarantee someone will be along to release you. Jeff's final game to release you and Corbett will be against the clock where if he doesn't reach you the limited supply of air in this room will run out. Don't worry this is only to give Jeff some extra encouragement, and while the air in your cell room will thin, you are in no peril. I know this must sound confusing but I must ask you to trust me." John chuckled despite himself. "There is another game being played, the dual partner to Jeff's game being played by Officer Rigg who may try and save you if he passes by your door. You and I both know this is his greatest weakness. I advise you to keep quiet and follow my rules as you have done so well in the past until you are released; for I cannot promise what situations you may find yourself in if he or someone else should discover you." John paused here looking saddened, "If Jeff's game plays out the way I imagine it will then this is also my goodbye to you. I know you and I have never seen eye to eye when it comes to my games, but I trust that you will help me with this final puzzle piece. I do not know how long you have to wait for someone to release you my dear niece, but you have the skills needed to survive anything. Prove to me that you can do it again."

The television set switched to a different screen, one of a man shouting at the top of his voice from inside a wooden box suspended above the ground. Ivy frowned taking in the whole of the message. "Daddy!" Cried Corbett lunging forward with her body as she recognised the shouts emanating from the box.

"Corbett." Ivy hissed quietly as the child turned to look at her with sorrowful eyes. "Remember what the man on the screen just said; we have to keep very quiet or the wrong person might rescue us." She told her knowing this would be very hard for a child to understand.

Proving Ivy right Corbett stared at her, "I don't understand we need to leave here don't we, find my dad."

Ivy walked over and pulled on the handle to show her, "We can't honey. We're locked in. We have to wait till your daddy comes to free us." Shouts from the television alerted them and they watched a man break free from the box falling the painful distance to the floor as the wooden planks fell around him.

Ivy watched the screens and how Corbett had pressed herself up against the bars trying to reach the TV as if it would help her. Seeing the buttons again Ivy pressed the top one experimentally and the screen switched to any empty room in a freezer where a woman was tied up and unconscious, peering closer Ivy realised the woman was stark naked. "Why is that woman not wearing any clothes it looks cold in there." Ivy blanched at once and changed the channel this time showing an apartment where Ivy saw Daniel Rigg in a white shirt trying to help a screaming woman, whose hair was being pulled by one of John's torture devices. Ivy who was keen to watch Rigg through his trials out of some morbid curiosity saw Corbett trembling beside her and knew she wouldn't be allowed to watch much. It would be too horrific for the girl to cope with, being so young. Images worse than anything Diana Gordon had to go through, and Corbett wasn't as strong willed as Diana. Ivy could see it in the way she clutched at her soft toy for support. She switched the TV once more displaying a very crude looking medical ward complete with sickbed, IVs and disturbing drawings of insects on the walls. Ivy could make out her Uncle, an oxygen mask over his face lying down looking extremely pale and weak, Amanda with much longer hair looking far more attractive than she ever had before, sauntering around as if she was in charge and finally another woman, still in her white working clothes in a wheelchair. "Mummy!" Shouted Corbett and Ivy hushed her briskly.

"Corbett you have to be quiet." Reminded Ivy.

"But what are they doing to her?" The innocent child asked and Ivy watched alongside her not knowing either as Amanda put a metal collar on Lynn, however the camera was too far away to make out any of the details.

"Putting some kind of trap on her." Ivy muttered with a frown of concentration as she tried to make out the dialogue.

"If he dies, you die." Amanda said threateningly to Corbett's mother.

Ivy closed her eyes impatiently, John expected to die after this game. That much was apparent. At least she seemed to be safest locked up in this little prison and if she examined her situation in comparison to the likes of Daniel Rigg's or Corbett's parents this was plain sailing as far as Jigsaw games went. No one should harm her while she was protecting a child; Ivy knew her biggest worry was the other test subjects Jeff and Daniel may save along the way. How on earth did John get a feed all the way from Rigg's apartment and these other locations? It's nearly impossible. Her hand reached up to press the button again intent to turn it back to see how Daniel was doing when Corbett's own tiny hand caught her wrist in a feather light grip.

"No leave it on my mummy. Please?" The girl whispered and Ivy looked into those brown eyes of hers and eventually nodded.

"It might get very scary." Ivy warned her not wanting to be responsible for this little girl having the sort of nightmares she still suffered from occasionally.

"I don't mind about that, it's scary at home sometimes and it was scary when my brother died. I'm used to scary." The young girl said puffing her chest out to look brave despite her minuscule voice. She moved back over towards the ledge and together they watched Lynn Denlon,s now free to walk around inspect all the medical equipment.

"What do you mean it's scary at home?" Ivy asked Corbett, gently walking over and sitting next to her.

"With my dad. He's not been the same since Dylan died." Corbett explained her big eyes drooping as she spoke. "He gets very angry and I'm not allowed to go into Dylan's room and touch any of his things. This was his." And Corbett showed the stuffed toy to Ivy who took it from her to inspect. It was a sad looking toy, miserable in it's dull colour and looked like a cuddly version of a crocodile. Limp mismatched eyes stared back at her with a small etched on smile that seemed to pity her situation.

"It's been hard since your brother died." Ivy whispered and Corbett nodded, Dylan must have been very young.

"And mummy left not too long after it happened. They used to yell at each other all the time. Now there is no yelling, but I'd rather my mummy back with the angry voices." Corbett told her and Ivy gave her a sympathetic smile.

Silence fell between the two. Ivy could feel the fear and confusion radiating off of Corbett she was unable to do anything to help her. She didn't know what she could possibly say to comfort the small girl. She needed her mother badly and all she had was an FBI agent who could have prevented her from ever being put in such a dangerous situation. She was a very poor replacement. Time ticked by, they watched Amanda pushing Lynn about asserting her authority. They continued to watch as Amanda began to use physical force to get Corbett's mother to comply. Corbett had begun crying at this point and Ivy awkwardly shifted closer to her and put an arm around the girl. Corbett had finally realised they were in the same boat and hid her face in Ivy's chest. A million ways to begin another conversation formed in her head but none seemed to fit the situation. She didn't know how long they had been in this cell for, Corbett longer than Ivy, as she was awake before the agent, but it was agonisingly slow waiting for the bloodshed to be over.

"Do you like Disney?" Ivy asked Corbett gently, who turned to look at her with odd expression before a smile wound it's way across her face for the first time and Ivy returned the smile.

"Yes."

"Do you like Beauty and the Beast?" She asked and Corbett nodded. "Well when we get out of here I'll get Princess Belle to come and give you a visit." She gave the girl a secret wink and Corbett looked at her curiously.

"How can you do that?" She asked sounding mystified.

"Because I know her." Ivy said, "I'll ask her to come and visit you."

"Could you get Sleeping Beauty to come too?"

"I'll see what I can do." Ivy smiled, she was willing to take Corbett to Disneyland if it would only keep the smile on her face. Corbett yawned sleepily and Ivy ended up copying her. It must have been late. Both of them were exhausted and needed sleep. The chloroform had begun to give Ivy a headache and she wanted to sleep badly, but the adrenalin spiking its way round her system kept her awake. Corbett however was getting sleepier and sleepier as time went by and soon she lay down. Ivy wished she had a coat or something to put over the small child but she had nothing, her blazer lay in her apartment. "Why don't you try and sleep this nightmare will be over quicker." She said with a forced smile and Corbett nodded already halfway there.

Soon the sound of soft snoring filled the cell and Ivy gave her a small smile, wishing she could do the same. She looked around again and she spotted the typical CCTV camera in the corner, the red light ever present and she climbed on top of the ledge and tried to remove it. It was a stubborn thing but with a hard pull the camera broke off the wall with a loud crack and she tossed it into the corner in a fierce display of defiance, only to turn back to the TV and see a second camera focused on her mockingly behind the bars. She reached out a hand to try and reach it, nearly touching the TV but the camera was still out of reach. Giving up Ivy sighed in frustration and lent her head against one of the bars. Her fingers stroked the buttons and she pressed the top one wanting to get back to Daniel's tests. The room where Jeff had begun in the box was still untouched and Rigg's apartment now showed the woman's body on the floor. She wondered briefly what on earth had happened for Daniel to end up killing her and moved on to a series of screens she hadn't seen before.

The first showed an unconscious man strapped into an odd looking trap which had him stretched like a crucifix and something silver round his neck. A tape recorder. She sighed wondering if this man's fate was in the hands of Jeff, Rigg or if he had to save himself from this monstrosity. Seeing as there didn't seem to be any 'entertainment' in this room for the meantime Ivy switched the screen again and watched transfixed as a brave woman tore a series of rods out of her body. She stared the screen her mouth falling open as the woman screamed in determination, pulling them free from her arms. It was only when the man chained behind her slumped forwards finally giving into the sweet surrender of oblivion did Ivy even notice him. It looked as if they had been in a battle to see who could pull the spikes out first, Ivy and feeling sorry for the man decided to change the screen. Next was the room which looked like a giant freezer and the naked woman. Corbett's father Jeff was in this room too and the woman was crying out apologies, jets of ice water constantly blasting her vulnerable body.

"Sooo cold." She stuttered beneath frozen lips.

"Fucking hell." Ivy whispered as the jets stopped, giving the woman some brief relief. She was being literally frozen alive.

Whenever Ivy examined one of the other Jigsaw cases a habit had formed where she debated with herself as to whether she would or wouldn't have been able to survive it. Some like Seth Baxter crushing his hands for his freedom would have been easy for her, whereas Mark's Venus Fly Trap involving cutting out her own eye would have killed her long ago. As she watched on Corbett's father whom she had thought would have sprung forth to save the woman had his arms crossed and a nasty, accusatory expression on his features.

"I didn't do anything." The woman protested.

"That's just it you didn't do anything." Jeff cried back, Ivy remembered Corbett's words about her brother's death and knew this woman must have refused to help him; the reason she was now slowly being turned into a full length ice sculpture. He's just going to watch her die? The thought made her feel sick. No matter how much someone had hurt her, a part of Ivy knew she would at least try to help them, be it Scott Tibbs or Amanda Young. She began to will Jeff to help the woman before it was too late and eventually he went over to a set of bars similar to the ones in Ivy and Corbett's own cell and pushed himself to grab the key giving up once and then going back with renewed determination. But it was too late. The naked woman had frozen over completely in a layer of ice. It was horrible and Ivy felt like her own temperature had dropped as she watched Jeff cry out in miserable anger as he threw the key on the floor. What a horrible way to go. She thought leaning her palm against the button for the next screen now dreading what she would find. It was by far the most intricate and complex series of traps Ivy had seen her Uncle pull off. How he was progressing was beginning to scare her and she began to wonder if he and his deranged apprentices weren't stopped soon, would the whole soon city soon feel the wrath of Jigsaw's grand schemes?

The camera was focused on a room with a similar greenish tinge to Allison's tomb and two figures were trying to escape their bonds. Still wondering what the bottom button did Ivy pressed it, only to find it was one you were meant to twist. She gave it a go and found it was a very clever zoom allowing her to see what she hadn't be able to distinguish before. She zoomed in on the taller figure and Ivy peered over her shoulder to check Corbett was still asleep before turning back to the screen. The man was very scruffy in an orange jumpsuit which looked like a prison uniform. He was strung up by some restraints. As she zoomed back out she could see he was standing on a block of ice, one of his legs supported by an ankle brace similar to what Lawrence had used at first.

"Eric." She muttered to herself finally recognising the man. She felt so sorry for him, he looked like he had been through hell and back as kept muttering to himself. He'd had been driven to insanity from his experience.

"I don't wanna play anymore."

How many tests has the poor bugger had to do? Right now all Ivy wanted was find Mathews and help put him out of his misery. He was so close and yet Ivy knew she wouldn't be the one to help him. She looked at the block of ice again and gave up trying to piece together what it was for. It was beginning to melt. She focused on the second person whose head was turned because he was watching Eric Matthews struggle. He turned back after a while and Ivy gasped loudly before slapping a hand over her mouth incase she would rouse Corbett.

The man strapped to the chair, in a joint trap with Eric Matthews was Mark Hoffman.

I didn't want Ivy to interfere, not when the trap was already so complicated. Poor little Corbett's imprisonment always had me confused.

Was Hoffman and John really that heartless to stick her in there all alone? I don't think John would have. She's still a child, it was the perfect place to put Ivy in my opinion.

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