Power of Will, a SAW Fanfiction

Ch. 26 Pre-SAW: A Rift Emerges

Angelina Acomb

It had been six months since she heard Peter's voice. A dark cloud had overcast her days and so she buried her feelings into work. At The Dillon, it was so easy to lose herself.

She would run about, prepping ingredients. Stir sauces and simmer meats. More oregano. Thyme. Salt. She then went to the desert station. She took out cake tins while her pastry chef held out a spoonful of frosting for her to check. She took a small taste, closing her eyes and focusing solely on the flavor notes.

The loud hiss of steaming chaos and the rich smells of caramel in the kitchen almost made her forget.

They were catering for a large charity banquet with Umbrella Health, a medical insurance company collaborating with Urban Renewal Group and Homeward Bound Clinic.

"Angelina?" The low and gentle voice of Jill Tuck broke through her thoughts. She smiled at the beautiful doctor. "Yes, Jill?"

"Do you mind adding another appetizer to the menu? And an additional course that's vegetarian?"

"Of course, there's still time." Truthfully, it would take more preparations well into the late evening but she had nothing better to do. She was grateful for it.

The one thing Angelina dreaded was going home to her empty apartment. She didn't know what to do, now that Peter was gone.

She had found herself simply standing and staring down at the telephone, as if hypnotized and waiting for a phone call to break the spell. This scared her.

She had called Mark a few times, to see if he wanted to come over. The first time had been the last.

"Ange?" Mark sounded as though he had just been awoken. A thunk, followed by a soft giggle had piqued her interest.

"Who's that?"

"Uh." He had been quiet for a few extra seconds before sheepishly admitting, "Will."

"Oh!" A familiar feminine sleepy murmur had made her immediately backpedal. "Sorry for bothering you. I know it's late."

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah! You know, funniest thing. I forget why I even called. Sorry."

"...You need me to come over?" There was that knowing tone, that he wasn't buying her words.

"No - no, seriously, it must not have been a big deal. I'm going to bed. Good night!" And she had hung up, shaking her head at herself. She was happy for them, more than she was sad for herself. She would get through this on her own.

She just needed more work to keep herself distracted. Time would fly faster and Peter would be back home to her sooner. She did everything she could to not be home.

Sometimes, she felt resentment worm its way through her heart, her being left behind.

She couldn't remember the last time she felt so alone.

Amanda Young

She stood before the judge, in disbelief as she heard her sentence. Her public appointed lawyer put a hand on her shoulder in sympathy but it did little to bring any comfort. Five years. She was sentenced to five fucking years.

And she hadn't even done the crime she was accused of. Possession. Sure, she hung out with Cecil and the wrong crowd. And sure, she had done her fair share of criminal activity. But she never fucked with dope. She never needed to.

So how the hell did she get found with heroin?

She knew it was that fucking cop. He was in the courtroom, unphased as he looked right at her as if he was in the right for this whole mess. He must have framed me. Lied.