Power of Will, a SAW Fanfiction

Ch. 12 Pre-Saw: A Bit More Personal

Allison pulled up to the curb, Will's old apartment building towering over them. "You ready?" She asked, looking over to her friend. Will sat straight up, looking directly ahead with her jaw clenched. She was dressed for labor: jeans and boots with a sweater that barely covered the bulge of her pistol strapped at her hip.

They both came prepared, knowing if Frank Maddox was home, they may just need them. All the guys were busy. Tapp and Sing were looking into some street gang that was starting to expand their turf southside. Matthews and Fisk were guarding Angelina and Peter. Even their FBI backup had to fly back to D.C. for the week, some political event needed their presence.

And Hoffman was off-limits, according to Will. She wouldn't talk about him. She refused to explain why she had to get her things at that moment. It couldn't wait. "Not a moment longer," she had said when she had gotten home that night.

Word was it had something to do with the spider incident. It was one hell of a rumor to get off duty to. Not knowing gnawed her insides and Will wouldn't throw her a bone.

The sky was dark. There was an electric stench in the air. Wisps of snow fluttered onto the windshield. "Let's get this over with." Will was the first out of the car, leading them to the elevators and up the five stories.

Allison had been on high alert, scanning the hallways as they made their way to the residence. She had her hand resting on her holster, bracing for whatever bullshit this evening would throw their way.

Will took out her keys, the metal clinking as she put one into the door's lock. The sound of the lock disengaging and the mild surprise glimmering in her eyes made her pause. "I thought he'd change the locks by now."

Allison bit her lip, not liking that. It meant he had expected her to come back, after all he had done to her.

Will opened the door and called in. "Frank? It's me." She was the first in, inching through the foyer. "I'm getting my things. Are you here?" After some tense breaths, she softly murmured, "Guess not."

The place had a sour, musty smell to it. It was freezing. A window must have been left open. There was trash, beer cans, and glass bottles everywhere she turned. Stepping over some trash bags, she kept surveying the area while Will had gone into the living room. The sound of metal and glass being rummaged through made the hairs on the back of her neck stand.

The sooner they got out of there, the better. It felt like a fungus was creeping into her veins. This made her look over to Will again, needing her close by her. A window was open in the living room, the wind blowing through the stained curtains and keeping the place frigid.

Will was squatting by the bookshelf, a leather-bound book in her hands as she flipped through the pages briefly. Satisfied, she slapped the book shut and stood up. "I just need my jewelry box and then we're done." She briskly walked across the room and through the kitchen, going toward the bedroom.

She paused, looking into the room before letting out a disgusted noise. "Oh God. You don't want to see this."

"I'll take your word on it." Allison called back, the urge to leave rising up her chest. "You find it? Let's get out of here." She stepped into the kitchen, glancing down at the plates on the counter. It was a good thing it was winter. The bug count was much lower despite the fuzzy mold rainbowing the various dishes.

She saw a flicker in the corner of her eye and she swung around, going for her weapon.

He was just there.

She saw a swift sideways movement and, suddenly, sharp, intense darkness whacked into her. Everything simply faded.

Wilhelmina Maddox