After Allegiant

by hazelrothprior

Tris POV I wake with my eyes sealed shut, as if a weight rests upon them, forcing them closed. My chest is tight, and I can only just breathe to keep me stable. My hands are curled into fists, so tight, I cannot move them. My knees are locked like everything else in my body and I am still. Still. Unmoving. Unable to move.

4. Chapter 4

Chapter Four

Tris

That night I dream of Tobias. Tobias in Abnegation. Tobias in Dauntless.

My Tobias.

I lay still for a few minutes letting the cold of the metal tray seep into my bones, making me shiver. I hear steady, indignant footsteps making their way towards me and in an instant a blinding white light fills my vision, making it impossible to see. I have to squint to see the figure in the corner of the room.

"Hello Beatrice." says the figure.

I let my eyes adjust.

"Jeanine." I say.

"Did you sleep well?" she asks.

"As well as could be expected." I reply.

She nods somewhat disapprovingly.

"Today we will run the first of our tests," she says after a seemingly long pause, "so I expect you to cooperate to the best of your ability."

"Or what?" I say, she can't kill me, she won't. She hasn't found out what she needs to know.

"Killing you isn't the worst we can do Beatrice, you of all people should know that."

I do. I do know that. I remember all too well how Jeanine got the information for the locations of the factionless safehouses. I swallow hard, shoving the memory deep down inside me.

But then I remember, I remember that the last time she ran an endless string of tormenting tests on me, she failed. I broke her. I broke her. How does she expect to succeed this time?

"The last time you ran tests on me, Jeanine, you failed."

"A lot of work has gone into these examinations since then, Beatrice, along with the knowledge of those outside the fence." She answered my question as though she prepared for it before she came in.

I stare at her, stunned. She prepared for this. She knew I was going to come back to be tested. She knew. Did she plan my fake death? Or was it simply an obstacle she had to overcome 'for the greater good'?

She just stares at me, as if waiting for me to say something, but all I can do is stare at her, a whirlwind of questions in my head. Her eyes are penetrating into my surface, breaking me piece by piece and I feel small, smaller than ever.

"Shall we get started?" She says with concerning enthusiasm after a longer than normal pause.

I swallow hard.

"Yes." I say.

Sorry for the shortness of this chapter everyone, I have been very busy recently and have not had enough time to write full chapters.

I promise the next few chapters will be longer :D

Thanks! - hazelrothprrior