}015 - even near-death experiences won't stop her from being smug! [VIDEO]

[creatingalegacy]

[Amanda, having been beaten to a pulp by Donny days ago, is finally conscious enough to deliver her message to the Barge. She's speaking from a bed in the infirmary. The infirmary, you ask? Isn't Clapet in there too, you ask right after that? Not to worry, Amanda isn't moving around any time soon and can't get close to him. She's got a badly broken nose that's been reset (but still looks like hell), and there's a huge purple bruise across the center of her face. Her right arm, straight out beside her, features a very bruised and somewhat swollen elbow, and there are bandages on her wrists--the latter, however, are a result of Martha treating her self-injury, not something from her fight with Donny. There are also bumps under her hospital gown. Those are chest tubes.

She's still crazy enough to look smug. Exhausted and in intense pain, but smug.]

People of the Barge. When I last spoke to you as Jigsaw...

[Her words devolve into a pathetic wheeze, and she places a ventilator mask over her mouth and nose to take a breath. The rest of her speech is punctuated with breaks like this, which won't be added into the text to make for less-awkward reading for you guys.]

Last time I spoke to you as Jigsaw, I told you that the games had only begun. Some of you didn't believe me. Rayne, in particular, told me I was gloating preemptively. As you all must know by now, I was telling the truth. You can do anything to me--confiscate my supplies, lock me up, beat me, even kill me--and you will never be able to take away my most powerful tools: my mind, and my hands.

[She points to each of these in turn, indicating one hand with the other. She uses her left hand to point, as her right arm is still pretty hurt.]

Clapet won his game, and as a result, also earned redemption for his crimes. He will not slaughter again. And though you may not believe me, Clapet, I am sorry for the rough treatment you suffered as we brought you into our custody. Blonsky was one of your victims, and I may have unfairly expected too much of him when instructing him not to kill or cause unnecessary harm. I apologize.

Sergeant Donowitz, I would like to congratulate you on your brutality against me. Truly, you are a fine warden. You'll have to imagine the round of applause I want to give you, however, as the arm you damaged still hurts too much for that. Do you know what "flail chest" is? It's when a segment of the ribcage breaks under pressure and detaches from the rest of the chest wall, and Dr. Jones tells me you must have caused it with your punch. A very lucky hit indeed.

Special thanks go to Edward Sexby, who probably saved me from death at the Sergeant's hands but dumped me in Level 0 rather than the Infirmary. If not for Sveta transporting me here quickly, I would likely have sustained and died of a punctured lung from the sharp edges of my broken ribs. Thank you, Sveta.

[She takes a few long breaths through the ventilator, closing her eyes. She's really suffering, but she almost welcomes it. John suffered far more than she ever has. Let her experience something close to his pain--her ongoing penance for betraying him is not yet enough, as far as she's concerned.]

Alright, enough of that bullshit.

The human body is a marvelous machine, and in time, mine will repair itself. When I'm well again, there will be more games. This is not a threat. It's a promise.

[Private to Rex]
I want to apologize for my...outburst when we last spoke. Planning for this game caused me undue stress, and you didn't deserve to have it taken out on you.

Comments

[453gof-flesh.livejournal.com]

Don't you tell me what I'll fucking do.


Because you know what, I'm going to come slaughter you right. fucking. now.

[There is a clatter and stumble over the otherside of the infirmary, as Clapet gets up, tries to stand, and just falls flat on his back. Little help?]

[creatingalegacy]

[Amanda hears him falling and suppresses a laugh.]

No you won't. Not if you want that leg to heal.

[453gof-flesh.livejournal.com]

Just you fucking wait, you fucking bitch, I'll fucking have you.


I'll fucking gut you like the pig you are.

[He's gasping for breath as he makes his way back to bed, but his anger's perfectly evident.]

Private

[requiresssacrifice]

[FLATLY, because his sister's gone:] Right, thank you.

Private

[creatingalegacy]

[Amanda has, of course, done backreading to catch up on what she missed while out of it (she's too creepy not to have done so), and can take a guess at what's eating him.]

I'm sorry she's gone, Rex.

Private

[requiresssacrifice]

I'm not. Why should I wish for anybody to be here?

Audio

[rass-bestie.livejournal.com]

[Have the most earsplitting sound, that says: shame on them, for having restraint in one horrendous tone which will continue until she shuts it off.]

Audio

[creatingalegacy]

Grow up.

[And she promptly cuts all communication lines with him. To be restored once she's less under the weather!]

[im-notspecial.livejournal.com]

Redemption.

So weak.

[creatingalegacy]

[She laughs, coughs painfully, takes a breath, and then continues to laugh.]

Fuck you too, Doe! This method works. It rehabilitates--I've seen it happen.

[im-notspecial.livejournal.com]

Oh have you?

And what becomes of them?

[acid_rayne]

Newsflash: You're still not on my radar screen.

But thanks for the unnecessary blame and all.

[creatingalegacy]

Oh no, you said it. You were the first person to reply to my last announcement, in fact.

It's not blame. It's a display of your ignorance.

[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

...no one deserves to die like that.

[creatingalegacy]

Not even a monster like me, right? That's what you're saying.

Since he actually likes Donny.

[heavenonthemind.livejournal.com]

What are you talking about?

Re: Since he actually likes Donny.

[creatingalegacy]

Regarding which part?

[beyondxtime.livejournal.com]

It seems I miss everything, how depressing. I do love any games that end up like.. [He waves he’s finger at the screen, indicating her condition]...That.

[creatingalegacy]

They're not done for anyone's entertainment. [EXCEPT HER OWN.]

[toldastory]

[Martha doesn't comment on anything that Amanda has posted, she just comes over rather grimly and starts to disconnect wires. When she speaks, her voice is soft.]

I'm sorry Amanda, you don't get to cause more trauma to my patients. You both need to be here, and since you're the one starting things, I'm moving you to the private room.

[creatingalegacy]

Good. [She grins.] Do me a favor and lock the room before you leave. I can't get up and move anywhere anyway, and it'll keep anyone else from coming in to finish what Donny started.

And bring the ventilator, if you don't mind too much. I can barely breathe without it.

[timesbureaucrat]

[Part of Narvin wants to take her comment about mind and hands as a challenge and start ripping out her memory. But he's got too much to lose to do something so rash, especially since she hasn't threatened anyone or anything he personally cares about; it's just his CIA sensibilities offended that someone so deadly is allowed to roam unpunished and uncontrolled.

But she's moved up on his hit list, displacing Arthas to claim the number two spot. (She would be number one, except the Master came on board.) Arthas is dangerous, but obvious. Narvin can see him coming. But Amanda plots carefully and strikes without warning.]

[creatingalegacy]

[If she knew about making #2 on your list, Narvin, she would take that as both a COMPLIMENT and a CHALLENGE. :D]

[darknessb4me]

[Shrug.]

We could take your hands.

[creatingalegacy]

A death would fix that. I'm not afraid to die for my work.