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CHAPTER 9: Cheesburger?

"Oh damn."

"Look, just forget about the spy for now. I need to get you down to the pit where everyone else is. Believe it or not..." she says, her eyes now on her watch. "It's 9:43 already. And I believe that you have training with Four in approximately 17 minutes."

"Gah." I cringed at the thought of another grueling training session with Four "Okay."

She turned around and ushered me to follow her. We walked through the store, which was exactly how it was before the alarms went off. The alarms! They weren't blaring anymore, which means that everyone may not be in the pit.

"What happened to the alarms?" I voiced.

"Ah well, we could only get the alarms going for so long before the Dauntless guards, and the control room operators realised it was really just a false alarm. But really, we know it wasn't." She smiles at me mischievously.

We then exited the store, walking quietly and calmly through the no longer dark halls. It didn't take long for us to exit the windy tunnel and end up walking around the edge of the highest part of the pit. We gradually descended, careful not to slip off the narrow edge, although there was a short rusty rail lining it and stores that lined the walls on the outside. Ahead, I could hear the rumbling of hundreds of feet and even more voices echoing through the space. We were coming close to where all of the dauntless borns and initiates were being held, at the very middle depth of the pit, which also was the largest and most open space, also known as the dining hall.

It was like a riot. People screaming and shouting, not because they were afraid but because they were angry and confused. Max, the Dauntless leader who had organised my special training with Four, stood, standing on one of the centre circular wooden tables, trying hard, but not succeeding, at catching everyone's attention. I looked around. I could see Christina and Will in the middle of another crowd, but all of whom looked younger and not as into the rally as everyone else. They must be the rest of the initiates. I wonder which one is Peter? I see the boy, Al I think it was, who greeted me on my first day in loss of all my memory. He was so sad and shocked that day, I wonder If we had known each other before… the accident?

Right now, Al was looking over at me, over all of the crowd and the noise, and he had a look of regret on his face. I didn't understand. I looked away and carried on scanning the crowd, and noticed Four stood next to another mean-looking muscular man, with piercings through his eyebrows and various other places on his face. They also both stood close to the table Max was stood on.

Max pointed a gun in the air, shooting up three times. It must not have had real bullets, only duds, as it didn't break the glass above, but still had the ear ringing effect he had intended. The room turned into a pit of silence.

"Thank you!" He exclaimed impatiently. "Right, it seems there has been a breach to the system, nothing to worry about, we're sorting everything out NOW! As. I. Speak." He popped the 'K' and took a drawn out pause, staring at the annoyed and understanding faces of the hundreds of Dauntless surrounding. "Hence, we are here." He added, motioning to the vast dining hall. "Until we further know what caused the alarm and breach of system, in a moment, you are free to go. But, I want you all to be wary-"

He was cut off at the sound of a heavy thump. I swiveled my head, like everyone else, to follow the sound. Christina, blood surrounding her and her pale face, was slumped on the floor, a pained look on her face.

"Christina!" I shouted, as the shock barely registered.

Four was already moving through the crowd, pushing people out of the way and saying, "Give her space!" And, "Move!". I was the next one to get there, kneeling besides my best friend, who, although I could barely remember, was like a sister to me. She reached for my hand, mumbling, her eyes fluttering open and closed. Her other hand was clutching her stomach.

Max clapped his hands twice loudly, the sound echoing through the chasm. "You are all dismissed. Get outta here! Now, move! Out now, and stay out of the path of the infirmary! Zeke," He pointed to a darker skinned boy, around Fours age and who looked oddly familiar. "Run to the infirmary and get Dr Carstairs. And hurry!"

He jumped down from the table, and as the crowd parted in front of him. He told the other initiates to head back to the dorms. Some hesitated, worried for their fallen comrade, but then walked away, glancing back a few times. Some others walked off without hesitation, not caring. Me and Will were an exception, and if anyone even tried to move us away from Christina, someone, not us, would get hurt.

"Whats wrong with her?" I voiced to no one in particular.

"It's the stab wound… from only yesterday. She must have accidently re-opened it." Will says. He takes his jumper off, scrunching it into a ball and pressing it against her stomach gently, but with enough pressure to slow down the bleeding.

"Why the hell was she out of the infirmary so early anyway?!" Max questions.

I couldn't help but think the same thing. It was odd, if you asked me.

This time, Four said, "I have no idea. I also have no idea who did this to her in the first place. I think initiates are being...eliminated." He said the last in a snarl.

I gasped, nodding in agreement.

"Who?" I almost whispered.

Four looked me in the eyes, sympathy and understanding, as well as frustration and confusion sparkled in his eyes. "I don't know, But I promise you, I will find out."

"Thank you." I whispered so only he could hear, and he nodded in response, turning away to tend to Christina. I was almost… disappointed, at the loss of connection. I was confused. But that didn't matter, Christina's life did.

As if reading my thoughts, a never breathless Dr Carstairs ran into the room, Jesse and Saff at his tail running with a gurney held between them. He carried a first aid kit. He knelt down beside her and, quite calmly, pushed Will's hand aside and pulled up her top to look at the puncture. He cursed under his breath.

This isn't good.

"Okay, screw that plan! Four, Zeke, Will, Max, lift her onto the gurney. Try not to move her too much. I then need you to walk her to the infirmary. Pronto." Dr Carstairs said. He helped too by stabilizing her head and any flailing limbs when they slightly lifted her off the ground and onto the gurney.

I felt useless. When the boys, with the help of the two nurses lifted the gurney into the air, the best I could do was to grab Christina's hand and squeeze it tight, hoping for a response. I felt a faint squeeze back. A weight was lifted from my shoulders, for now at least.

Dr Carstairs had a large wad of bandages pressed to her stomach and was holding the bag of an IV high in his free hand. Four was at the front opposite to Max, who was shouting to people to move and clear the way.

"Max!" Someone shouted from my right. Out of a dark crevice dashed the tall muscular man with lots of piercings who I saw standing next to Four earlier. "We need you upstairs, dude!"

"Now's not the time, Eric. Sort it yourself!" He said, waving it off. The name Eric rang a bell, but I couldn't quite place a finger on the place I'd heard that name before.

Out of thin air, Tori appeared beside me. My shock registered, and then I carried on walking. Her gaze was averted from mine, as if we had never had a proper conversation earlier, and that I was merely just another customer from her tattoo store.

"What happened here?" She says, addressing no one in particular, concern coating her voice.

"Her stab wound re opened. She snuck out of the infirmary without mine or any other nurse's permission, and it hasn't had enough time to heal. Plus, god knows what all the activities she has been doing OUTSIDE the infirmary that has caused the agitation and the re opening." Dr Carstairs answers.

My mind flashed back to earlier, when we were having a normal girly morning, shopping for clothes and other odds and sods, acting our age. What a dramatic turn of events.

"Oh. Well, that explains it then." Tori replied flatly. She then joins in with ushering people out of the way as we round a corner, and walk up to the familiar double glass doors of the Dauntless infirmary. Luckily the doors open automatically as you walk up to them, so there is no need for me and Tori to run ahead and open them

A nurse is already there with a trolley to put the gurney on and Christina on, so the boys gently lift it up onto the frame.

Dr Carstairs gives us all a quick nod in thanks for the help, and runs off behind the new nurse, Jesse and Saff, who are carting Christina down through a door with a sign above it saying theatre. Soon after, Will is running down the hall after them.

Great... now I'm stuck here with Four, Zeke, Tori and Max. Not knowing what to do. Feeling like I should be able to do something at least in hope of making the situation lighter. I should sit with Will, comfort him. But then again, he probably wants to be on his own, to wait for his girlfriend to be okay. That's what I'd want, not have people pestering me and waiting on me.

"I'm off to the upstairs, Eric called. Something to do with security. Gotta dash." Max was off.

"I should go too, I've left the store unattended too long, and I could have a customer waiting at this very second." She laughed, not really amused, but trying to bring some light to the situation. "Tell me how she is, come back later." She says so that only I can hear. "See yah." Now addressing all of us.

Four looks between Tori and I suspiciously for a second, but his eyes become guarded once again.

"I think we should get some lunch, while we wait for Christina to come out of theatre. You've been up early and probably need to eat." Four says to me mainly, practically ignoring Zeke, who doesn't seem phased by it.

"Ah, you two go ahead, I've got some work to do. Already late for control room. Keep me posted." Zeke says, patting Four on the shoulder and turning around, exiting through the glass doors and turning right.

It was just Four and I left, in the waiting room of the infirmary. Simultaneously, mine and Four's eyes lock. His eyes… why did his eyes look so familiar? Oddly, a look of recognition flash in his eyes, but they quickly return to their usual emotionless brick wall. He looked away, breaking the connection after two or so seconds. I brush off the odd feeling and look away too.

"Food would be good." I agree, my suspicions fading to the back of my mind.

He nods, turning around and walking out of the infirmary doors. For a few seconds I just stood there, staring at his back. I woke up from my daze and jogged to catch him up. He was already around the corner and was nearing the dining hall when I fell into his long stride beside him. He didn't even look at me when I walked at his shoulder, but kept walking and looking straight ahead, his jaw set hard.

Four and I carried on walking to the dining hall, skirting around corners and passing mysterious staircases winding into nowhere. It took us barely 3 minutes to reach our destination, though it felt like an eternity. Being in the presence of Four was very, excuse the pun, daunting. For a reason I couldn't name, I had butterflies when I was around him. He was definitely intimidating, but he didn't scare me, not even the slightest bit. When he looked at me sometimes I felt as if I could see through him, and when I was just about to get him... His walls are back up. Like on the rooftop the other morning, the day I started training with him.

We finally entered the dining hall. It had turned to its normal pre lunch quietness, with few people roaming around and getting early lunch before the mad, very Dauntless rush that mid-day would bring.

Four walked ahead, his long strides opposed to my shorter making the time it took me to get to the line double the time it did him. We reached an area filled with warm food. I stood in front of the big stall of the hot, salty, greasy meals, and before I knew it Four had pushed a tray with a steaming piece of meat in a white seeded bun. What... Was this? He also pushed a bowl of thinly cut potato pieces onto the tray. I gave a puzzled look to the back of his head. I would have to find out on my own, as there was no use trying to get words out of Four. There was practically no line at all so we were able to breeze through the rest of the heated trays to reach the counter where we paid the cashier for our meals.

Four walked away from the counter and I didn't know weather I should follow him or not. To sit with my trainer, or not? I sigh, following him to an empty table.

He peeks at me over his shoulder, a faint look for surprise, then amusement on his face. I questioned him with my eyes, but his face was soon blank again.

"So… you haven't tried a cheeseburger before?" He questions with a look of uncertainty.

"Not from what I recall…" I pick up the cheeseburger tentatively, wincing at the heat seeping out of the hot bread. It smelt so good. I brought it to my mouth to try it, noticing a watching Four from the corner of my eye, his eyes momentarily locking with mine. I take a bite.

A weird mumbling groan of pleasure escaped my mouth and I saw the corner of Fours mouth switch with the hint of a smile. He looked away and chuckled quietly, which in turn made me laugh.

"Like the burger, I'm guessing?"

"Mmhmm." I managed to say in response.

When I was barely near finished feasting on my burger, Four stood up and picked up his empty tray, sweeping up mine with it. I stared at him with my half finished burger in my hands.

"Back to training. We've already wasted enough time."

I conceded, walking past the bin with him and throwing my lunch remnants in it.

"There is some bottled water in the fridges over there." He said, pointing to back where we had picked up our food. There was a fridge that I hadn't noticed before with icy cold water encased in it.

With my cold bottle of water in hand, I ran to catch up with Four as he turned the corner near our training room.

What I didn't expect was to run straight into his back, not knocking him over but tripping over his leg and tumbling to the ground. I was yet again surprised when Fours large hands gently went under my shoulders and lifted me up. Black spots creeped my vision as vertigo hit me like a bullet, but my Instructors hands stayed in place, steadying me.

"Are you hurt?" He asks, with the slightest twinge of concern. He lifts my chin up gently and inspects my face and head. "Did you hit it? Your head?"

I pull away as the vertigo ebbs away, gently shaking off his hands. "I'm… fine."

At my withdrawal he stands up straight in his usual intimidating posture, all emotion again wiped from his face. I sigh internally and look away.

Fours shoulder brushes mine as he walks past, sending odd little buzzes of… energy through my arm and tingling through my chest. I brush it off and follow him yet again.

His head turns towards me and I see a twinkle of something that could be regret, pain and… something else in his eyes. He inclines his head softly towards the training room, stopping this time so that I can catch up after regaining my level headedness. His face still set in his instructor way.

We walk.

The training is cooler than we left it, taking stock of the room I notice a small plug in fan whirring and rotating to spit cool air back into the room. Four walks over to yet another hidden cupboard in the wall and drags out two large blue mates. He throws them both on the floor and plonks himself on one. He starts to stretch.

"I think that's enough for today." He says, with his leg crossing over his other. Looking at me now, he say "Come on, you take that one."

I hop down onto the mat on the floor next to him. The mat is blue, thin and foam like. Quite comfortable actually. I copy what FOur is doing, crossing my legs and stretching.

I continue to follow my instructors cool down method, finishing off with stretching my quads.

I help Four drag the mat back into the cupboard and wipe my sweaty and dusty hands on my black workout leggings.

A single word jumps from his tongue; "Done."

We walk out of the training room door and I peer behind my shoulder as I walk away, watching him lock the door. His arms twitch and flex as he coaxes the stiff lock into seeling. I look away and black spots dot the edges of my vision.

Footsteps run behind me as I start to sway, the reassuring touch of my instructors hand gently stabilizes me at the bottom of my back. I regain my balance, but Fours hand doesn't move.

"Come on…" he says.

I walk down the hallway, with the comforting support of my Instructor.

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