"You will be the first test subject, Tobias. Beatrice, however . . ." a smile slide across Jeanine's face like the snake she is. "You are too injured to be of much use to me, so your execution will occur at the conclusion of this meeting."
As the word execution roll off her lips there is a feeling in my chest like someone jabbed their arm through my chest and squeezed my hart until it burst, and sucked the air out of my chest and didn't stop until there was nothing left in my body. I was empty. But just as fast I began to fill up with terror. I couldn't bring myself to even think of what I would do if Tris died. At that moment I relished just how much I needed her. How much . . . I loved her. I couldn't, no I wouldn't let that happen.
"No," I forced myself to say. I was trembling. "I would rather die."
"I'm afraid you don't have much of a choice in the matter," she replied lightly.
The terror in me rises to a boil. It is not terror anymore, it's rage. I'm going to kill her, even if it gets me kill in the proses. Well, if I'm going to die I want Tris's lips against mine to be the last memory I have. I put my hands to Tris's face and press my lips to hers with every ounce to passion left in me. When I release her I wait no time to lunge at Jeanine across her desk and rap my hand around her throat and tighten my grip as much as I could the guards a less than seconds to reaching me I'm sure but if I can just apply the right pressure to the right spot I can kill her.
To late the guards are pulling at me and within a couple seconds they rip me from her. NO, she is still alive what have I done she is going to kill me and then Tris will have no one. The guard pin me on the floor and I feel a slight prick I know all too well.