Disclaimer: I. Don't. Own. SAW.

A/N: wow, thank you for all the reviews! Billy finally gave them back! (glares at Billy) on with 15!

That back door wasn't coming so easily. Amanda backed up and turned around, her hands out "where the cops could see them".

The officer that had ordered her to do this was the one that put his gun down, and proceeded to cuff her, and others had moved Corbett out of her sight.

"Corbett!" she yelled franticly as she was taken away, and she heard Corby calling for her.

"AUNT AMANDA!!!!!" Corbett struggled from the well-intentioned social worker, and she ran to her, tears running down her face. Hugging Amanda tightly, not letting go. "What's gonna happen to us?" she sobbed, clinging to Amanda's shirt.

"I don't know honey…but go with the worker, and I'll see you when I can, " then she whispered "There's always a back door. Be ready to go." The girl nodded, and then was drug away by a woman in a pinstripe suit. Amanda was drug in an opposite but similar direction, over to the courthouse jail.

After about 20 minutes, Amanda was being grilled again, just like she was three or four years ago. She gave them skittish answers, and after they finally left, she pulled over the two Styrofoam cups that held age-old coffee, and stuck them in her mouth. Setting her hand in front of her, she knew that she was going to have to take desperate measures to get her and Corby out of here. Closing her eyes and biting down on the four layers, she pulled on her right wrist until she felt the joint dislocate. Tears coming down her face, she took it out of the cuff, and painfully popped it back into place.

Now to find Corbett. Opening the door carefully, Amanda slipped out of the room, and moved silently down the hall. Seeing the room that the girl was in, she had to wait for a few hard minutes until the worker went down the opposite hall, and Amanda moved in. She motioned for Corby to be absolutely silent, and come with her. The pair slipped out of the second room, and made their way down the hall. Getting out of the building wasn't easy though, but they made it.

"Peeling out of the parking lot and headed for a quick stop at the house, Corbett asked "Now what Aunt Amanda? You know that we can't stay here now."

"I know. But the thing is where to go, but does it matter?" the girl shrugged as her aunt spoke.

"Corby listen, no matter where the road takes you, you need to know that your life is precious, and that you can't throw it away, no matter what anyone tells you ok? You need to remember that because…" she halted, she didn't know if she could finish. "Because I didn't up until about four years ago. John had found me in the hospital, OD from drugs. I didn't like my life then, and John taught me that. You know that thing that I told you never to touch?" the girl nodded.

"He hooked that into my mouth, and it would've killed me, but I got out of it and lived…but I had to kill someone…and I don't want to kill anymore…I don't want to teach you to kill Corbett, you're going to be better than that damnit!" She hit the steering wheel with her fist.

Corbett started; she had never heard this side of the story form her Aunt.

"I'm going to how you what you should do to make people see, by helping them, making them see the best in themselves…you taught me that Corby, you taught me to live again…and I can never repay you for that, ever. That is the key to winning the most difficult game of all: life."

Corbett nodded, and went back to staring out the window. "I know Aunt Amanda, and don't worry, we'll make it." And with that the two went back into the house for the last time, and packed what the needed, knowing that it was going to be a very long, but eventful life.

EPILOUGE:

The police never caught Amanda or Corbett after that day in the courthouse. After changing her name, Amanda was enrolled in group therapy for her cutting, and Corbett progressed through school fairly normally, though both had to take anti-depressants regularly, and Amanda was treated for severe Stockholm syndrome. Amanda always kept her headtrap and Billy the puppet, up on a shelf in her bedroom. She never married. Though Corbett ran into Jill one day some 3 years later, she felt no anger towards the woman, though Amanda had told her what she did to John.One day though, years later, when Amanda was visiting John's grave, she thought that she heard his voice whispering through the trees.

"Very good, you have passed your test Amanda…good job. I'm proud of you." And she went home to hear about Corbett's day.

Mak: well, there it is, my first SAW fic, hope you all liked it, and I have another one that should be up soon, i just need at least five reviews for me to start it, so hit the little button! And thanks for reading!