Hey guys! My Christmas present to you all. I know it's been awhile since the last update and I'm sorry! School has been super crazy (But I'm on break for 2 weeks!) and I just couldn't figure out how to write this chapter. I wrote this chapter 10 times and I'm still not quite sure I if like this one, but leave me a review and let me know what you think; if you like this version of Tobias or where you want the story to go. Thanks guys :)
Chapter 6:
Tobias's P.O.V
"Please," I beg. "Don t go." A sad smile spreads across her face, a single tear rolling down her cheek as she slowly dissolves into a million pieces, floating farther and farther away from me. "Don t go!"
In one swift motion, I sit up and fling my pillow across the room, landing with a soft thud on the ground. In the silence surrounding me, I can hear my heart thump-thumping like a horse galloping in my chest. A bead of sweat makes it's way down my forehead, stopping at the crease of nose. That bastard took her from me! He took her and now she s dead. Dead. The word rings through my mind, making my blood boil. I grip the sheets in my fist, grinding my teeth together as I try to choke down the wave of tears making it's way up my throat.
"Tobias?" A soft voice from the hallway asks.
"She s gone," I grit through my teeth.
"She only caused trouble. It s better for everyone this way."
"You didn't even know her."
"Tobias, why are you fighting for her? She s gone! You can finally start living your life!"
She s gone. I clench my fists tighter, squeezing my eyes shut to block out the incoming tears. "Evelyn," I say, venom lacing my voice. "She fought for me and I m going to do the same. That s more than you ever did for me." The look of pure shock in her eyes adds more fuel to the fiery anger stirring inside me. I need to get out of here. I need to get out! I can feel the walls pushing in on me, getting closer with each breath. Without a second glance at Evelyn, I walk out of the house, letting my feet take me anywhere but that house.
He has to pay for he's done; what he did to her. I can t let him get away with this. I squeeze my eyes shut as the cold metal of the gun bites into my skin as I wrap my hand around it, slightly feeling the trigger. He will pay, I silently promise myself as I begin walking towards the gates. "I ll make everything right, Tris. I promise," I whisper to the sky, grass swishing against my pants, almost as if they're trying to stop me from going.
He deserves this, I say, trying to steady myself. A windowless grey door is the only thing standing before David s death and I, the anticipation making my hands shake. I can do this. I have to do this for her. I shake my head, emptying my mind of any emotion and put my hand on the cold, brass doorknob. Come on, Tobias! What are you waiting for? "For Tris," I say, turning the knob. The door creaks open, revealing what appears to be any normal house in The Fringe. Doubt clouds my mind but before I can rethink my plan, I spot a framed picture of David sitting on a wooden end table. Anger seizes me and I clutch the gun, tossing aside any doubt still in my mind. David will not live to see another day.
Taking a few steps into the first room, I notice the only thing that signifies that anyone even lives here is that one picture of David. Stepping into the next room, I notice the same type of old antique furniture but no decorations whatsoever. Nothing to signify their taste nor personality. Nothing making this house their own.
As I make my wall down the last unchecked hallway of the house, I notice that the door to my right is slightly different than all the others. The wood is rougher and cooler than the rest, the doorknob made of silver rather than brass. After checking the rest of the house, I slowly open the door, revealing a set of stairs heading down into a pit of darkness. With a shrug of my shoulders I head down the stairs, keeping a hand on my gun and the other on the wall for guidance, the darkness enveloping me fully. My heart begins to beat harder, the thumping sound filling my head until it's all I can hear and think about. I can do this.
Reaching the bottom of the stairs, I take one step into the hallway and bright fluorescent lights turn on, one by one, all the way down the never ending hallway, revealing doors about a foot apart from each other on both walls. Memories of the Erudite compound flash before my eyes, making my head spin with nausea. I put my hand on the wall to steady myself, pain racking my head. You're almost there. Don t stop now. Pushing my shoulders back, I let out a deep breath and start testing out the knobs of each door.
Forty three, forty four, forty five. I slap my hand against the wall in frustration, letting out an angry snort of air. Where is he? Angry determination surges through me, making me push myself off the wall and kick the next door, number forty six, with my boot. There's so many doors, I might as well find out what's in most of them. My boot clangs against the door but it doesn't budge. Flaring my nostrils, I take out my gun and fire into the doorknob until it's broken enough that I can just push the door open. Nudging it open with my foot, I peer into the room looking for any signs of David. The floor and walls are the same bland color of grey, fluorescent lights casting an eerie glow, leaving the corners dark. Surprisingly, I see a frail looking body hunched against the wall. Looking closer, I realize the body has blond hair. It's a girl. My heart speeds up at the thought of Tris, hope battling with the anger. No, it's not possible. Tris is dead. She's dead, I whisper the anger winning my inner battle.
Just then, she looks up, trails or dried tears visible upon her face, her eyes full of sorrow, her body frail and malnourished. "You're not real," she whispers, her voice scratchy as if she s been screaming for hours upon hours.
"Tris," I whisper, tears clouding my vision. It's really you.
"David, I'm done with your games," she says, the fight draining out of her voice, her head slumping back to her knees.
I let the gun clatter to the ground, my feet glued to the ground, my anger draining out of my body. David's cackle sounds from the hallway, his footsteps getting closer with each second. I have to se her. i have to know that she's okay. I will my feet to move as I race over to her, pushing her head up so her eyes meet mine. "I'm really here."
Her eyes light up, hoping marking her features. "Tobias?" she croaks, bringing her small hand up to my jaw.
"I m here and I m not leaving without you," I say as I turn around, David's fist meeting my face. His fist meets my body several more times before I succumb to the darkness, Trisss scream filling my last moments of consciousness.
