There has been a change of plans.
Tris glares as she walks, repeating Jack Kang's words over and over in her head. There has been a change of plans.
It seems that absolutely nothing can go smoothly for her in this world. For her and Eric. Especially Eric.
The trial has been cancelled. His trial will no longer take place. He can't plead innocent through truth serum. He can't plead anything at all. His presence is not required.
She turns the corner sharply, stumbling over her own feet. She nearly lands on her face, but somebody is there to catch her. She knows who it is by how his hands fit around her waist. And squeeze. It's Four.
"Where are you going?" he asks nonchalantly, ignoring the way she squirms out of his grip.
"Don't pretend everything is alright," she warns, turning to walk away. His sigh is loud in the air. It haunts her as she reaches the prison part of the building.
There is no doubt in her head that Four had something to do with the way Eric's trial was so suddenly cancelled. He must've spoken with the jury. Said that there is no point interrogating a serial killer. Of course they would believe him. It's just stupid how instead of the trial, there has to be a hearing. People will attend. The ones who are for him living and the ones who are against.
Eric won't get a lot of lawyers there. So she has to make sure she doesn't miss it. Because it can literally save his life.
She will attend the hearing and speak on his behalf and tell them the truth. They have to listen this time.
"Woah, woah, woah," Ernie waves his arms around like a lunatic when she appears in front of him. His eyebrows knit together as he squeezes his gun closer to his chest. A moment passes as he looks her up and down. Then he speaks, a toothpick bobbing up and down in his mouth as he does, "Where are you going, lady?"
"I'm here to see Eric," Tris replies, looking past him at the metallic door. So close.
"It's not visiting hours yet,"
"I really don't care-"
"Ahh, Beatrice Prior!" Bert walks around the corner, holding his arms out, "Associating with gorillas again?"
She sighs in frustration, a hand going up to her face. Next time, she should file in a complaint. There is absolutely no time to be begging these clowns for entrance. Nor is there time to joke. Which Tris figured earlier they like to do a lot of.
"Just let me in-"
"No can do, lady," Ernie leans against the door. He drops his gun and it bounces slightly as the leather strap around his neck prevents it from hitting the floor. Tris feels a surge of irritation. Then anger. Then sadness.
"I said let me in-"
"He said that no can do," Bert interrupts, stepping closer to her, "Or do you not understand the meaning of 'no'?"
"I don't think she does-"
"Goddammit!" Tris pushes forward, grabbing a fistful of Ernie's shirt material. Panic is imminent in his eyes. He tries to get a hold of his gun with his shaky hands, but to his dismay, Tris elbows it away. It swings on its strap all the way around his body.
That's when Bert steps in. His big arm shoves into her stomach, acting as a kind of barrier between her and his best friend.
There is a loud yell coming from one of their mouths. She can't tell who it is. Her hearing is muffled by her rage.
"Get off me, lady!" Ernie shouts, "I can't do nothing!"
"Let her in," a deep voice murmurs behind them. They all turn to look in unison. Tris' grip becomes weaker as she stares at him. His brown eyes are sad, like a dog's eyes would be. She doesn't let that put her off. She straightens her back and gives Four a small nod before turning her head.
When she does, the metallic door is unlocked. And the cold air hits her soft skin painfully. She walks down the corridor, Ernie and Bert's huffs accompanying her from behind. All the cells are empty except from one. His fingers are the first thing she sees. The black bars start drifting apart from each other as she walks closer to his cell. Eric's hands tighten around the metal when he sees her.
"Hey," she whispers quietly, snaking her fingers over his. He flinches slightly, not registering her arrival. But when it hits him, his hands wrap around hers and their fingers intertwine.
She looks up, watching a small smile slither across his lips. He looks calmer than he did before. If anything he looks different. And it has only been six hours. The solitary confinement has changed him. And it startles her.
Sorry for the short chapter. Life is in the way at the moment.
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