CHAPTER TWO

TRIS

Shortly before the discussed time Matthew comes for us. He seems nervous: his hands shake, concern is in his eyes.

"Cara've gone to the control room. If everything works, we will be unnoticeable."

We follow him out of the dormitory in silence. Thanks to the late hour the corridors are empty. Matthew is walking ahead of us. My heart is pounding fast.

We reach the door what leads to the hallway of the Weapons Lab. Matthew opens the door wide and lets us first in. But we only take a few step when the alarm goes off.

"Dammit!" Matthew yells. "Cara couldn't shut down the system. We need hurry."

We start to run but we hear a bunch of legs' stamping in the distance. The corridor divaricates into three aisles within meters ahead. We have to turn to right however we have a chance to escape from them.

"Matthew," I turn to him. "Stay here and deceive them into the left."

"And how?"

"Wait here as long as they notice you, then run away. The rest is yours."

I know that it isn't the better plan but Matthew is the only one of us who know this place to escape from the guards without any problem.

"Okay," he says finally.

I grab Caleb's arm and we run to the opposite direction as Matthew does. Our wheezing make echo on the white walls.

We pass by the broken doors which used to provide the Lab's protection and we reach a smaller hallway. Caleb takes off his bag from his back to pulls out the explosive device and the clear suit from it. His hands tremble as he reaches for the bomb but I hit them away.

"I will," I says to him and I take the explosive out of his hands. It's a quite heavy but not so much. I walk to the door of the Lab what survived Nita's operation and put the bomb on the metal bar where the two doors join and I fix it use the claps on the device.

Meanwhile Caleb put on the suit, he just doesn't weat the hat yet. He looks weird in this white clothes and if the situation wouldn't as serious as it is - and of course if I don't see him last time - I would burst out laughing.

We walk back on the hallway and turn around the corner, then he stops in front of me and hugs me tight. Tears want to break out but I chase away them.

"Take care yourself, Beatrice. Be happy with Tobias," he whispers into my ear.

"I'll miss you." My voice is not more than a whisper, too.

"I love you," he says before he pulls away.

"I l-" I start but a yell cuts me off.

"DON'T MOVE!"

I spins over I see three guards ahead of us. They point their guns on us.

My brother groans on my side and I see from the corner of my eyes how his body shudders. But I'm not afraid. I squeeze his fingers last time.

"Go, I'm going to distract them."

"Beatrice..."

I don't listen what he wants to say. I pull out my gun from my pants' waistband with an untraceable move and I fire without a thought. One of the guard yells as a bullet sinks into his shoulder.

The other guards start to fire to me but I duck away from their ways and the bullets disappear in the wall. I run toward the guy on my left and I hit his jaw with my elbow. Poor guy bits his tongue, the gun is dropped from his hands as he fall backward onto the floor.

On the other hand I forgot about his mate while I fought with him. The only thing I hear is the bang sound since the pain bites into me.

I fall onto the wall and I slide down to the ground. I have to clench my teeth if I don't want to scream because of the pain. I feel as something wet runs down my side, my hip and lands the ground dropwise.

Sparkling dots covers my sight but I see the man who shot me still points his gun at me. His mate tries to get up when an explosion shakes the walls.

The world becomes black a moment and the next thing I know that the quake is over. The guards look towards the Lab. Everything is covered by dust and debris even in this distance. The guard who was hit by me now starts walking where my brother went. I have to stop him.

I lift up my left arm and I shoot his legs without aiming. The man hits the floor face-first and grabs his wounded legs with a yelp.

Then the guard who stands close to me shoots me again; this time the bullet hit my arm. My breath hitches and the gun slips out my hand.

"You're a very annoying girl," he says with gritted teeth. He aims his gun to my forehead. "Just one move, I'll send you to hell."

I don't doubt that he would shoot me in head if I try something. But I couldn't stand up neither I'd want to. I couldn't hold the gun neither. I see myself on the mirrored ceiling as I lay on the floor like a puppet and the man's dark hair in top of his head.

One of my leg trapped under the other one. I try to pull it out but I fail. I'm whining by pain and I start wheezing because I feel my lungs don't get enough oxygen.

The guy is laughing at me but don't move his weapon's barrel from my head. His fingers still hold on the tigger.

Suddenly his hand drops down and the gun falls out his grip. I look up but I have to blink a few times before my sight becomes clear again. He has a confused expression on his face, his eyes falls to his shaking hands which holded the gun shortly before.

I immediately figure out what just happened. He did it. Caleb did it. The memory serum virus is in the air now and this man in front of me doesn't remember anything. He presses his palm to his temple and runs away shouting toward the atrium.

The other guy is lying on the ground a few meters away from me and sobbing despairingly. I feel sorry for him that he had to get harmed and now he even knows how his leg was injured.

I try to stand up for a few other times but I always fall back to the foot of the wall. My body is numb because of pain. I become even more weaker as the puddle of my blood grow larger beneath me. My heart is pounding intensely and my ears are ringing about them.

I'm hearing approaching footsteps and I think I hear somebody is saying my name, but I'm not sure about it because my heartbeat is too loud to hear other voices. Then I see a face; accurately two faces are looking at me.

I can see worry in Matthew's look as our eyes meet and tears are streaming down on Cara's face, and I see blood which is from the wound on her forehead. Her soft hand houches my cheek and she says something I don't understand. Matthew takes off his shirt reveals his t-shirt beneath it, hands it to Cara then runs toward the Lab.

Cara strokes my face once again then she wraps the cloth around me and tie up the sleeves on my side. I screem in pain and twich my limbs.

She presses my shoulder into the wall and tries hold me still but she wouldn't have to because my body goes limp in the next moment and in that case she wouldn't hold me against the wall I could fall to my side. However my head drops forward and the only thing I can see is my blood-soaked trousers. A hand is slapping my face and I hear something I should hold on but I can't concentrate to it.

On the edge of unconsciousness I feel somebody holds me in his arms and takes me somewhere with fast steps. My body's hanging limply on the cage of strong arms, my head rests on a hard shoulder. My sight is blurry, I see cloudy patches surround me.

A memory appears in my mind. A few months ago somebody took me in his arms the same way like now after I was attacked and almost dropped into the chasm. Four. He was the man who saved me that day. But I feel something's wrong when I think about him. His name looks strang for him like it wouldn't be his name. Then I realise. Tobias. Dear Tobias, who has pulled me back so many times from the bound of death.

However I know correctly that he isn't the man who carries my body now. Tobias isn't here to save me this time. He is not here to lets me see his smile and his piercing blue eyes. He is not here to kisses me and whispers into my ear that he loves me. He is not here to save me from death. As my eyes finally close, I know I'll never see him again.


AN:

Sorry for the cliff. You'll get used to them because I've written so much cliffs in this story. And before you'll kill me I have to say, I'm not Veronica Roth. No, I'm not as cruel as her. Not at all. I'm much more cruel than she. But I don't like killing characters (except the bad guys), I prefer like to make them suffer. *evil laughing*

I hope I can update in next week. And sorry for my bad English again...

Have a great night, guys ~