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The Hollows

AMAR/ZEKE

The train back to the Hancock building was cold, frigid and unlike any other occurrence Amar had with Zeke Pedrad - silent. Amar listened to the click of the train and stared at the linoleum flooring. His eyes lazily traced the chips and dents that scattered the surface, his fatigue seeping into his bones. He noticed the base of the train had countless black scuffs etched into its surface, most likely from the thick boots that used to clad the dauntless. Amar squeezed his eyes shut; an image of his warm bed and George in his head. This day felt like it had lasted a handful of years, and he couldn't wait to be home.

"Have you looked yet?" Zeke asked timidly, shoulders hunched into his chest like he expected Amar to punch him.

"I have not left your side since we left Cara's, Zeke." He growled impatiently. "If I had looked- you would have known."

Zeke blinked as if he just realized this fact himself. "Alright, that's fair." He said, nodding his head and leaning back into the cushion behind his back. Amar sighed heavily and closed his eyes once again. He tried to relax for the last ten minutes of the ride, and focused on the vibrations of the train underneath the soles of his feet. "But are you going to look at it tonight?" Zeke whispered, causing Amar's hands to clench into fists at his sides.

"Dammit, I don't know, Zeke!" He snarled, all hope of relaxing flying out the window like the wind behind the train. Zeke stared at his partner's face, obviously surprised at Amar's outburst. "I don't know." He said, softer this time. The laptop safely secured in a bag on his lap suddenly felt ten times heavier, and it didn't appear Amar could ignore it much longer. "I think I have to." He admitted, gnawing on his bottom lip once the words left his mouth. Once they arrived to work tomorrow, the tech team would have full possession of the laptop. It would make the most sense to look over the data and even make a copy of their own.

"That would make the most sense." Agreed Zeke, stiffly. "But you saw Cara's face," He added softly. Zeke's words seemed to hover in between the two men, niehter of them wanted to accept them as true.

"Yeah," Amar sighed. His shoulders collapsing on themselves and leaving him hunched over, his elbows bracing his bodyweight on his thighs. He rubbed his face with his hands, as if to scrub all the stress and pain out of his mind. "Yeah, I saw Cara's face. I feel like an ass for putting her through the ringer like that." He confessed.

"I know. And Caleb." Zeke added, and Amar groaned as the haunted look on the former Erudite face was brought up. "We can't keep this hidden for much longer." Zeke said, his foot tapped anxiously on the floor. Amar knew he was right, and his stomach twisted with the thought of what was coming. He thought all the pain and grief was finally behind them all, except it looked like it was just beginning again. But Amar had to remind himself that this was Tris they were talking about; the girl that saved them all with endless sacrifices. Alive or not, he knew it was his responsibility to bring the truth home. The train lurched to a stop, and the two men stepped off the train soundlessly. The wind whipped at their thick jackets, and Amar clenched the laptop even closer to his side.

"I'm going to tell Shauna." Zeke stated, his breath visible in the cold night. Amar watched the train lights fade in front of them while he processed his partner's words.

"Alright." He finally said. Zeke's eyes flashed with a brief moment of disbelief, having expected an argument. But Amar had conceded easily, he, himself, looking forward to sharing the events that had unfolded with his own partner. Even Amar has to admit the burden of this was getting too much to bear, and it would be a relief to share the cargo. "Okay." He nodded, shoving his hands into his pockets and starting on their three-block journey to the Hancock building. He heard the soft footsteps of Zeke behind him, his sneakers crunching on the cold ground. They walked side by side in silence for the next few minutes, only the brief puffs of their mingling breaths being audible.

When they reached the lobby, Amar and Zeke were greeted with a warm gust of air. The main floor was rightfully deserted at this hour, and the elevator met them almost instantly. Once inside the elevator the men were faced with a decision neither one of them had had the nerve to bring up since Cara's. Zeke leaned his tall frame into one of the four metal walls and rubbed his calloused palms over his face.

"What floor, Amar?" He asked, his voice gruff and strained with fatigue. Amar stared at the 100 buttons embroidering the panel in front of him and they seemed to be glaring back. He mulled over his options before his hand settled over the 64th button. Four's floor. With the simple added pressure of the pad of his thumb, the number lit up, making Amar inwardly cringe at his decision.

"You don't think Caleb had a good p-"

"He deserves to know, Zeke." Amar stopped his friend mid sentence, having no patience to argue. He didn't want to waste anymore time with this, he just wanted it to be over. Zeke bit his lip like he had more to say, but stayed silent. The light bing! Of the elevator sounded more like the death sentence. The doors opened, and Amar was thrown off for a few moments, swearing the ride was longer last time he rode it. The men stared at each other, each waiting for the other to take the lead. "Jesus Christ." Amar hissed, tugging off his gloves and stomping out of the elevator. Zeke followed him with his head down, anxiety making his fingers twitch in his pockets.

"The hell is that?" Amar breathed, his feet sliding to a stop in the middle of the hallway. A strong beat of rap music was shaking the whole floor.

"Is that coming from Four's apartment?" Zeke asked, his eyes bulging out of his head. His eyes flashed to his wrist where he confirmed the time was past 1 AM. "The hell is he doing?" Zeke passed Amar, unbuttoning his jacket and pounding his fist on the door to be heard over the booming music. To the two men's surprise it was not Four who answered the door but Christina.

"Howdy, boys!" She giggled, leaning against the doorframe. A loud crash echoed from inside the apartment followed by a boisterous laugh from Tobias.

"What was that?" Zeke asked, peaking his head around Christina's shoulder to get a better look.

Christina ignored his comment. "You're late."

"We never said we were coming." Amar countered.

"Whatever." Christina stated. "Come in, I was just going to call you anyway."

"For what exactly?" Zeke murmured, sliding into the apartment behind Christina.

"For Four. He's a lot heavier than he looks."

"What are you talk-oh." Zeke said, once he saw his long time friend sprawled out across the dining room, a turned over chair beside him. A surprisingly girlish scream escaped from Four's masculine physique. "I see."

"Yeah. Yeah he really needs to go to bed." Christina breathed, hands on her hips. "So do I, actually." She yawned, grabbing her keys and jacket. She took one last look at the boys before pausing. "Pretty impressive he saved his beer." She shrugged, eyeing the still upright beer clasped in one of Four's fists. "See ya!"

"Wait, you're not even going to help us?" Amar yelled after her.

"Nope!"

Zeke sighed, killing the music and staring at Four's drunken figure on the floor. "You get the feet, I'll get the arms?"

"Fair enough."

TRIS

No matter how many times Tris had seen the Hollows, it still had the same effect on her. It made her skin crawl for days on end, constantly scratching her arms trying to get rid of the feeling. She sighed softly and watched feet passing underneath Stephan's doorframe. Each time someone passed a shadow would sprint across the lazy yellow light spilling out from underneath the door, and she counted them as they crossed. Though her body was screaming for sleep, her mind wouldn't give in. Every time she tried to close her eyes she would see the filthy mix matched curtains separating different beds spread out on the floor of the Hollows, and hear the low moans escaping from each occupant. She rubbed her wrist roughly at the memory of Stephan dragging her down the steps and through the different halls that separated the rows of beds in the Hollows. There were sleazy men lined up outside each strung up curtain, their gazes hungry and dark. The whole place reeked of humidity and sweat.

There was no locks separating the Hollows from the rest of the house, and none were needed. The women trapped in the low levels of the Hollows were not kept there by chains- but rather substances. Each of them were pumped full of drugs making them sluggish and unable to fight or escape. They were like dolls, stationary and vulnerable. And though there was no barrier besides a measly door keeping the upstairs residents from the Hollows, no one dared to enter.

The name Hollows was given to the whole level being hollowed out ground, the dirt still falling to dust along the edges of each dug out wall. However, the girls often associated the name in relation to the girls. Their drug induced gazes were just that - hollow. Their names, personalities, back-stories were stolen, and they were left empty.

The girls here were primarily the ones taken straight from the Fringe; already in bad condition. 'They were the ones who wouldn't be missed' Stephan hissed into her ear, his hot breath puffing out on her neck as his thick arms pushed her through the Hollows. It was a mind game for Stephan and Tris knew it. The Hollows had a personal affect on Tris. It wasn't just a place for the 'poor condition' or 'cheap' girls, it was a punishment, as well. It was the simple word that could silence a room full of women upstairs and the main reason almost none of them ever got out of line. Even the simple repercussion of one night spent in the Hollows over being late or refusing a man was enough to change a person forever.

Being from Dauntless it wasn't in Tris' nature to be suppressed and controlled. Though she was put to work in the top floors, it didn't take long for the punishments in the Hollows to start. There were so many, all varying in length that they blurred together. Eventually, the beatings and nights spent in the Hollows became permanent. Tris shivered every time she remembered the heavy drugs slugging through her system and the claws pawing at her clothes. Consent to the horrors that occurred within these walls in order to survive were one thing, but not being able to fight was a whole other torture in itself. There was no hope, no ability to help others, just hollowness.

Stephan found her there on one of his visits. Thought her frail attempts at fighting off the scum that paid to lay with her was cute. He told her she was fiery, something else entirely. He found her interesting, and claimed her as his own personal subject. It was peculiar to Stephan that she still had a flame burning behind her eyes, a fight within her that the Hollows couldn't even extinguish. Tris liked to think he made it his own personal mission to squelch that flame ever since. He always reminded Tris that he saved her, and as hard as it was for her to admit, he was right. Her body was thin and weak after the gunshots, it was only a matter of time before it succumbed to disease or overdose, as many girls fall victim to in the Hollows.

He got off on her reaction to the Hollows- Tris knew. As soon as the first tear fell after seeing those helpless girls, he swung her tiny body under one of his own arms and walked stiffly to his room, laughing the whole time. He slammed the door, threw her on the bed.

He stirred in his sleep, the arm strewn across her body pulling her closer. How was it that even in his sleep his grip was still painful? Tris winced as his naked body made contact with her own. It was hard to believe she once relished this feeling. It made her feel that much closer to Tobias when he curled his bare body into her own. It formed a bond between their mind and body; it was love. But Stephan's grip was sticky with sweat and left her skin marred. His nimble fingers pinched her skin. Even when he was asleep he still kept her trapped.

AMAR/ZEKE

"Jesus, Christina was right!" Zeke huffed, lifting Four's body over his own bed. Once settled, he sat on the bed himself. "I guess tonight's not the night, huh?" He said, watching Four's head roll limply to one side.

"Guess not." Amar replied, untying Four's shoes and placing them beside the bed. He sighed deeply, crossing his hands over his chest. "This would be the kind the kind of news you'd need to sober to hear." Zeke nodded, his eyes gummy with sleep. He walked stiffly out the room and into the kitchen. He quickly grabbed a tall glass and slowly filled it to the brim with water. Zeke rummaged around in the bathroom down the hall before returning with a bottle of aspirin. He placed them lightly on the table beside Four before slowly returning his gaze to Amar.

"Ack!" Zeke jumped like he'd been shocked. "What the hell, Amar?!" Amar didn't even flinch, his eyes focused on the open laptop in front of him. "Oh my God, you're looking, aren't you? Jesus you're looking!" Zeke raised his arms over his face as if debris was falling.

"I am." Amar stated grimly, the light images flashing on his face, creating a stark contrast in the dimly light room. "One of us had to. Now it's done. Cara's right. It's her, and now we move forward." Zeke stared at him, a loss for words. It took a good partner to know his tells and see his weaknesses, but an even better friend to know when to step in and take the fall. He wasn't strong enough to witness his close friend in that situation. Though he did not admit it, Amar realized this, and made the decision for him.

"We should get going." Zeke stated, never one for touching moments and began to button up his jacket.

"Don't go." Four slurred, eyes still closed.

"We gotta go, buddy." Zeke whispered, patting his leg gently.

"Send Tris up when you go." Four giggled. The statement made Zeke's stomach drop altogether, and he looked up at Amar for help. "She's been gone all day." Four whimpered

Amar slowly closed the lap top and secured it in his bag. He met his partners eyes. Without words, they were in agreement. For the time being, Caleb would be right. He whistled lightly and Six skidded around the corner and leaped up on the bed.

"Six will keep you company, Four." Amar responded gently.

"Ha! She used to be Seven, you know." Four snorted drunkly into his pillow.

"What the hell was that suppose to mean?" Amar asked, dumbfounded.

"You don't want to know. Trust me."

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed the update.

On a personal note- I just committed to study at Chapman University in California for the next four years! I am so excited to continue studying business and of course, continue taking classes on literature and creative writing! ;) If any of you have studied at Chapman or know a relative or friends that have, I would love to get your opinion and feedback on the school! What did you like about it and what do you think I should know? Any pros/cons? Please leave a review or PM me, it would mean a lot!

And- WHO SAW ALLEGIANT? I would love to hear what you thought about it! I really enjoyed it, but I did wish the scenes were a little longer. I wonder what Ascendant will be like as much of the plot in the book was included in the first movie. What do you guys think will happen in the second? Do you guys think they will follow the plot and have Tris sacrifice herself or will they keep her character alive?

Lizzy