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WARNING: THIS CHAPTER MAY NOT MAKE MUCH SENSE AND MIGHT MAKE YOUR HEAD HURT. IT KIND OF MADE MINE. BUT ONCE AGAIN WINGING IT SO THE NEXT CHAPTER SHOULD HELP MAKE SENSE OF IT.

Chapter 13

Zekes POV

I let a yawn escape as the computer codes dance across my vision, forcing me to rub at my eyes to gain focus. It had been two and a half weeks since the last time anyone had seen Tris. Two and a half weeks since I'd had anything more than an hours sleep. Two and a half weeks since I'd done anything other than search for Tris. And yet her I am, still attached to the computer screen, without finding even a strand of her hair. I'd gone through every camera dauntless had to offer and realized with great clarity, that where ever Tris was. It wasn't here. And that awful fact was what sent me to find the footage from two and a half weeks ago. So I could just see her, just watch her living as she usually did, see her beautiful smile. It just might be able to keep me going until she comes back, and she will. She just will. I type in the codes for the training hall and skip to previous footage. And there, right there is where I watch her. A calm expression on her face as she picks up three of the knives on the table, and with three flicks of her wrist throws each one, them all hitting the centre circle. She takes a mock bow as her initiates applaud her and I feel the hearty laugh escape my throat. Mark turns around with his eyebrows raised, from the noise. Probably the first generally happy thing I'd done since she'd gone. A grin grows as I watch her change different initiates stances, correcting them slightly, giving them small pointers. With a kind smile on her face.

"She really was a lovely girl wasn't she." Sam says watching the screen behind my shoulder. She lets out a small chuckle as one of the initiates throw, hitting another's target.

"She still is." I say. More to myself than to him.

Mark turns offering me a sad smile. "When she's back, I hope she realizes how much she put you through."

"When she's back I think she owes us all a drink." Sam laughs. "It's not been easy being your own personal punching bag."

I nod my head slightly. "As long as she's back, I couldn't care less."

They smile broadly at me as Sam clamps a hand to my shoulder. "She'll come back."

"I know." I say as I turn back to the screen. There she begins showing a lanky boy how to dodge and defend punches, zooming left to right with minimal ease. They begin to spar but even I know she's not even using half of her strength or speed as he tries and fails to dodge and sway his body as she had. She doesn't show anger though, instead patiently redoing her stance, over and over again until he's capable of weaving through her softened blows. I watch, my muscles tense from the concentration through it all, until she moves towards the punching bag, her hands fiddling in her pockets in search of something until she lets out a dramatic huff of frustration, and heads to the door. I change cameras, going to the same time frame as I follow her through the halls. She reaches her apartment and slides through the door. I let out a groan of agitation as I fast forward the film. I glower at the screen as the hallway stays perfectly still. Letting out a large breath as I realize this is probably it for the day and I begin to switch to another screen, only to see something fly in the corner of my eye. I click back to the footage reversing it slightly as I turn the volume up. My eyes widen as the door flies from its hinges. Tris sprinting through the hall before the door could even clatter to the floor. A gob smacked Chris stands by the door way. Looking from the frame to the door that now lies flat on the floor. "She just kicked the door down." She breaths, in complete shock."Who kicks a door down?" "Tris!" She screams frantically. "You can't just go around kicking doors down!"

The laughter starts up again as I watch Chris try to establish what the hell just happened. Her eyes popping out of her skull. I feel tears in my eyes, and the laughter wont stop. Coming out in loud hysteric bursts. I try to breath, but it comes out in a loud gasp. By the time its subsided I'm panting, trying to make my breathing even. And having to dry my eyes. I turn to see everyone in the control room watching me, a puzzled look on their faces. But I pay them no mind, this is the first time I've been happy in weeks. I wont let them ruin it. I search through the cameras trying to discover where Tris is, I catch her heading up to the glass building. Her hands balled in anger as she marches towards the offices. She knocks frantically on one of the doors, and then begins to pace. I move my face closer to the screen. Examining the doorway, wondering what could possibly make her so nervous. And then he flings the door open

. "Miss prior. How can I help you?" Max. She follows him into his office and that's all I see. I try to fast forward the film but it stays the same, through hours nothing moves, and all of a sudden the film blacks out, only coming back on in the light of the morning.

In a second I'm on my feet clicking my knuckles one by one. My vision blurs, and all I feel is my heart beat thudding through my veins as I charge up the steps to the glass building. Leading me up towards the offices, as Tris had done. The last thing Tris had done in dauntless. Flinging anyone aside that wanders in my path until I'm there, outside Max's office. I shove the door open, causing it to slam against the door frame. But I don't notice. All I notice is the man sitting by his desk, his face flung upwards by the noise.

"Zeke." He smiles. "What can I-" I cut him off with my fingers wrapping around his throat, crushing his windpipe as I throw him against the wall. His eyes widen as he splutters for breath, trying to claw my hand away.

"Missing persons report huh?" I spit, slamming his head against the wall. "You'll try as hard as possible to find her?"

"You." He gasps. Trying to push air in to his lungs. "Don't understand."

"Oh. I understand." I snarl. Moving my face an inch away from his. "I understand that you've known where she is all along." I move my hands to his collar, allowing him to gulp the much needed air down greedily. As my fist makes contact with his cheek, causing a sickening crunch. "And you're going to tell me where the hell she is."

I hear the sound of footsteps step into the room, and I know my time is up. Someone has heard the noise and has come to rescue our leader. But I don't care. I'm not going anywhere until I know Tris's location. It would all be worth it just to have her back. But no one grabs my arms, no one tries to tear me away from this pitiful excuse of a man. No the footsteps stop just before they reach me. As if they'd chosen against helping him. I turn to Max to see his eyes no longer on me, no longer waiting for the next punch. No he was staring behind me, his eyes unmoving, frozen as though he'd seen a ghost.

"Move." A voice states. Almost boredly. But that voice, the voice that caresses me in my dreams has my hands falling to my sides instantly. Has me incapable of moving, because surely, surely its not real. I close my eyes and allow myself the hope, the daydream of me turning to see her beautiful face. I move my body to the noise, keeping my eyes closed. I hold my breath as slowly, ever so slowly I prize my eyes open, knowing she wont be there. Knowing that it'll be the same as every time I've woken up since she'd gone. But it isn't. There standing with her arms folded across her body, her eyes, her stunning greys looking on with indifference.

"Tris." I breath.

She looks me up and down. Showing nothing but scientific curiosity as her features stay perfectly still.

"Tris, where have you been?" My thumb moves to stroke her cheek. "We've been worried sick."

"Get out." She says, slapping my hand away..

"Do you have any idea how scared I've been?" I ask furrowing my eyebrows. My voice shaking. "I thought you were dead."

"Well I'm not." She states. "Now get out."

"Tris I..." I croak.

" . Now."

I link my eyes with hers, the pain on my face growing. I think I see the flicker of sadness in hers too, but I blink and it's gone. Forming a glare that rips my heart out. "Okay." I whisper. "Sure, if that's what you want. I'll go." And I leave the room closing the door behind me. Knowing one thing. Tris is still alive.