He hated her.
The way she looked. The way she dressed. The way she never stood up for herself, just let him walk all over her. Everything about her made him hate her a little bit more. Abnegation through and through. He mocked her, taunted her. Pushing all her buttons, hoping to find the one that would make her snap. But she remained silent. Never responding. Never pushing back. He'd never hated anyone more.
Then she became Dauntless.
He'd scoffed at first. Believing it to be a joke. But Beatrice Prior never swayed from her decision. She was determined, he'd give her that. Still, he pushed. But things were different now. She fought back. Fought back in a way only one who has been forced to remain silent for so many years of her life can do. In silence.
It was only then that he realised that his taunts were having an effect. They were slowly making her hate him. They were building walls around her that he couldn't breach. She had become impenitrable. He didn't doubt, that, despite her Abnegation upbringing, she wouldn't ever help him, no matter how much he needed her.
He hated her even more. How dare she? How dare she trick him into thinking she didn't care? How dare she supress her hatrid so he remained oblivious? He wanted to hurt her. More then he ever had before. He wanted her to cry.
The time showed itself quickly. He humiliated her. Filling her eyes with tears that never fell. She turned her eyes to him and he saw it, a look he saw everytime he looked in the mirror. Her eyes, they were so cold, filled with nothing but hate. Filled with a need for revenge. A need, that he knew, would be satisfied. He didn't know how. But she would find a way. He had, and so would she.
And she did.
She attacked Molly. One of his followers. One that helped him humiliate her. The girl was three times her size, yet, fueled by hurt and anger, Beatris beat Molly in the fight, beat her and kept beating her, she was dragged off by Four and when she saw what she had done, she smiled.
The smile was sharp.
Dangerous.
Cold.
And delightful.
Gone was the sweet Abnegation girl. All that was left was Tris, the cold dauntless woman.
It was Tris that stole his heart.
When he saw the pain she'd caused, he was filled with a deep admiration that he hated. He fought his feelings. Finally driven to destroy her. Destroy the feeling that was going against everything he had worked for.
He tried to kill her.
It was a test of sorts. If she lived. She was worthy. If she died...
That was her loss.
She lived.
He was lost. His heart, hers. His soul, what was left of it anyway, was hers. He loved her. He wanted to see her smile. Not her normal soft smile. But the cold smile. The one that came after pain. It haunted his sleep.
He wanted to see the look in her eyes,
The look that was so like his.
Heartless.
Cold.
Beautiful...