Chapter 12

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TRIS POV

Tobias wouldn't stop smiling ever since we left the compound. His hand squeezes mine. The train seats are cold, but Tobias warms me. It looks like he's going to leap from his chair.

I try to calm him as Zeke re explains the plan.

Christina will distract the king. Will is going to distract the queen. Zeke and the others will dress up as guards and distract as many people as they can. Tobias and I are going to steal the glass arc.

Truthfully, the glass arc is merely a golden trophy, but it is worth over twelve million Euros. Which is a lot.

"Alright. We're clear, correct?" Zeke asks, clasping his hands together. All our heads bob up and down. He gives us thumbs up, and leaves to re-explain it to the next cart.

"Oh my God, Tris" he says excitedly,"I can't wait!" I smile, "I hope you remembered the code!" I whisper into his ear. He sighs.

"I can't forget it" he whispers back. I cross my left arm over so my arms are wrapped around him, and kiss him. I know this will calm him down, but his nervousness is coming to me. All the things that could go wrong. My hands start to shake. His mom could find him. His mom could find me and God knows what will happen to me. Everyone could end up headless. I shudder. The thought of all of us headless makes me want to laugh a little. I pull away and drop my arms.

I get lost in thoughts until Zeke comes in our cart. He stands in front of us and crosses his arms.

"Ready?" he asks. I force myself to nod. Tobias and I stand up, my hand in his. We walk over to the door, and push it open. I stare at the palace for a moment. It has three floors, and is much wider than our compound. I almost forgot we were jumping, until Tobias starts to countdown from three.

"One. Two. Three" On three we jump out. I manage to keep upright, but Tobias stumbles forward a little. I put a hand to his heart. It's racing.

I look around; to make sure no one is here. No one bothers to look two buildings away from the castle anyways. The building is brick, so it' easy to climb. I know Tobias is scared of heights, but it is only three stories not twenty. I put my hand up to one of the bricks. I grip it tight and climb. I don't check to make sure Tobias is following me; I know he is.

I reach the top and see the castle glowing. I help Tobias out by lending him a hand to help him up. He dusts the dirt off his black pants. I lead him over to the opposite ledge. It is perhaps a five foot jump. I leap into the air, having that flying sensation, before hitting the ground. My ankles burn from the impact.

I hear Tobias land behind me. I look at the castle, then the ledge. It is a ten foot jump and a thirty foot drop if we fall.

"I'll go first" I say. I back up a little and begin running. I push off with all the strength I have. I reach my arms out, just in case. I feel a quick stab of pain in my stomach. My stomach hit the ledge. I quickly grab it and haul myself over and laugh. I motion for Tobias. He jumps. He is much taller than me, so he will probably land on his feet. I know he will make it as soon as he jumps. But he lands slipping on his feet, on his back.

I wince when I see this. He groans. I'm supposed to give the signal, but I walk over to Tobias instead.

"Where does it hurt?" I ask. He points to his stomach. I laugh a little. He hit his back and his stomach hurts. I lift his shirt up a little and see a bruise. I kiss his stomach, then his lips.

"Better?" I ask him, rubbing his stomach, helping him up.

"Much" he replies, giving me a quick kiss. "Good" I reply, "Because I need to signal the guys "I release his arm and he flies backwards. I quickly chuckle, not looking at him. I take the broken glass and shine it in the moonlight. As I wait for their reply, Four slides next to me, holding his shoulder, saying, "You should've told me you were going to let go"

"I technically did" I say, and then see the signal, which is the glass shining back at us "That's the signal, let's go" We climb into a hole made earlier, because of the earlier missions. Before we go down, I look at Tobias. I should ask him if he's Tobias Eaton. I open my mouth to speak, but he's already in the hole, his body disappeared. I hop in, landing firmly on my feet. I look around and see Tobias. The palace is dead silent. It is night. Everyone must be asleep.

"Where is it?" I ask. He motions me down a long hallway. I don't think I could memorize these hallways. They all look the same. On (I think it was) the seventh hallway, he stops.

"Wait out here, guard me" he says. This was not a suggestion. This was an order. I stand up tall and rock on my heels. I turn around looking at the hallway, not the wall. I hear something open.

"Good Luck" I whisper.

I listen to the doors close behind him. That's when I hear voices. And footsteps. And banging metal.

TOBIAS POV

The door shuts behind me. Very bright lights surround me and my eyes adjust. I begin to walk. I see the glass arc. I remember when the queen showed me this, first.

Flashback

"Listen Four, I have something important to show you" she said, "And you have to promise me not to tell anyone"

I nod. She smiled and led me down a hallway. She entered a code and I stepped in. My jaw dropped. Inside the room, there were neon lights, but plants and vines grew around them. It was so bright, but so earth-like.

"This" she continued, "is the glass arc, it's very expensive, and Rebels try to steal it all the time. You can't touch it, not right now, okay?"

I nod. I would get my hands on it, eventually.

End of Flashback

I hold my hands out and grip my hands around the trophy. It feels good. It makes me feel strong. Then a scream. But not a girls scream, a man's scream. I carefully place the trophy into my bag. Tris fought them off. Good. Then a girl's scream.

It's ear-piercing. I have never heard anything like it. I have to cover my ears to block it out. It stops. I uncover my ears and walk towards the exit. I enter the exit code and see multiple guards at the door.

"Freeze" they say, their spears pointed at me. I hold my hands up, and their eyes widen. There are at least 50 of them. Can I fight them off? I don't know.

I punch a few of the men and make my way down, running. They can't hurt me. I'm a prince. Their prince. Their missing prince. I run as fast as my feet will take me. I stop. I'm forgetting one thing. Tris. I let the guards surround and take me. I cannot leave without Tris. They push at my sides. I know where they're taking me. To the queen.

They stop me in front of the door. I hear two voices. A conversation.

"I'm going to ask you one more time, where is the prince!" I believe that is the queen.

"I told you, I DON'T KNOW" the voice says clearly. Tris. I hear another scream. Her scream.

"You know where to take her" the queen says.

The doors open and they push me through it. Guards tug at my side.

"Four-y, is that really you?"

"Yes" I say, politely and respectively.

"Let him go" she says. As soon as their grip is loosened. I see Tris. She's wincing, her face turned away from mine.

"Tris!" I yell. I watch her head turn. Her face is bruised. Her eye is swollen. She has a limp.

I can't stop my feet. As is magic, they run to her. My hands remove Tris from the group of guards. She breaks away and I pull her into a hug. She pulls me to the ground in the hug. I notice her leg is cut. The cut stretches from her knee to her upper thigh. There is a puncture in her opposite leg. The screaming is in my head when I see this.

"Did they do this?" I ask. A small circle has gathered around us. I see her nod.

"I thought you would've run off with it" she said, sobbing, her head in her hands.

"And leave you? Never" he says.

"Guards! Get her away from my son!" a voice calls out. The queen. The guards begin to pull her away. I hold her shoulders and kiss her. Not a goodbye kiss, I tell myself. A reassuring kiss. She will get out. I know it. She can't die.

I remember while she was sleeping, I'd think about the future. I'd think about how every morning she'd wake up cuddled in my chest like she is now. How I would kiss her goodnight, wake up to her bright face, have breakfast with her, looking at her smile. Then we would go to work and train kids, at the end of the day, I would take her on a date and kiss her lips. I would think about exactly which ring I will get her when I propose, and how amazing she would look in a dress. And how amazing she would look bare.

How her name would sound. Beatrice Eaton. How amazing she is in general. They seem almost impossible now. No. She will live. It will all happen.

"I love you" I whisper. She seems shocked. As her warmth is dragged away, I hear her sob. I hear a faint, "I love you too" but it comes out as a whisper. I see tears fall from her eyes. It makes me realize my face is streaked with tears.

She turns and sobs into her hands. I have never seen her in a situation where she cried this hard. They lead her out the door. The left door. Not to the dungeon. To the room of torture.

"What are you going to do with her?"I bark at the queen. I can still feel her warmth. I WILL feel it again.

"You shouldn't care. I need the magician! He needs to break this spell" she yells, and snaps for the magician. Spell?

"I'm not under a spell!" I yell. She turns to me and says, "Yes, you are, you're supposed to hate Rebels"

He, the magician, who I believe his name was Ronald Wesley,(Sorry if I spelled is wrong, PS:HARRY POTTER REFERENCE!) appears quickly in a burst of smoke.

"Sorry I'm a bit late' the magician says. He wears a maroon robe, and his hair is red, his face freckled.

"No" I say "I'm eighteen. I make my own decisions. And this" I motion to the palace "was your decision"

"I want the Rebel life! Don't you understand!?" I yell at her.

"Ronald, take off this spell" the queen says. Ronald waves his wand. Swish and flick.

Nothing happens. He repeats this act multiple times.

"It's no spell, Your Majesty" he says. He turns around and disappears.

"It's an everlasting curse!" she yells. I wince at her tone. I've never heard her like this before. Her mad side.

"Take him to-"I don't let her finish. I dash for the door. I know every inch of this castle. I have traveled through the walls. When I was fourteen, I found refuge for every time the queen made me do a lesson. I open a panel and climb inside. They all miss it. Not one head turns. They keep running forward. I sigh. I realize how tired I am. May be I should drift off….I lie down. And fall into a sleep, with memories of Tris.

And nightmare's of how death can come to people.

OMG, I want a VERY special shout out to Emily (Guest) for giving me an idea. It won't be exactly like that, but pretty similar. But THANK U!

So, this was a little dramatic, I felt like crying. But I didn't.

And ik ppl will ask if I will kill Tris.

Maybe, maybe not. It depends on the day I have tomorrow. If I have a good day, I'll probably let her live. So if you want her to live, you can lift my spirits with your kind reviews.

I'm glad you guys like Queen's POV. I will probably do another one next chapter.

The faith of this story lies in my babysitting camp tomorrow (and I HATE babysitting camp), the counselors obviously think I'm weird for reading Divergent over and over. Seriously…

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