A/N: Despite my long absence I am trying something new. Thank you to all who sent me DMs urging me to keep going. Remember I dont own anything from the books or movies just this AU story line and my OCs. I value your opinions so please don't sugar coat anything.

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CHAPTER 14 – Deviant Morals

Returning home to their now shared apartment. Eric had gotten them a slightly bigger one to share. Wanting a fresh start to their ever growing relationship. Plus it made her happy having twice the closet space as well as a bigger shower. Work had dragged on that day. It was Eric's turn to grab something for the Pit for dinner. Steak and onions, mash potatoes like he promised. He always kept his promises.

Waking up half naked next to him. The ringing in her ears grew louder and louder. Unbearable. She found herself curled into a ball on the floor of the bathroom. Fists over her ears trying to ease the pain. As the sound slowly ebbed away it was followed by nausea. She fought the urge the puke, tasting the bile in her throat. Grabbing hold of the sink, pulled herself up. Her legs felt like jelly. Splashing cold water on her face, the remains of the ringing had faded leaving her numb. Her eyes were red and puffy. Her reflection seemed to mock and berate her. Not being able to fight the urge, quickly and narrowly almost missing the toilet. Her dinner making a quick reappearance in the worst way possible.

Rubbing the remains of the water off her face, she headed back to bed. Things appearing once again back in place, her reflection back to its exhausted Back to the warmth of his body. It radiated off him in soft waves. She sighed in relief that he was still asleep as she climbed back under the covers. Smiling to herself as he muttered quietly in his sleep. Running her hand across his chest and snuggled into him. Instead of wrapping his arm around her, his hands found her neck. When he tightened his grip, she freaked out. Struggling against him, clawing at his arms and his chest. His eyes were empty, lifeless pits of nothingness. Punching him as hard as she could in the face. He didn't even flinch. Tears streaked down her face as she tried to reason with him. This wasn't real, it couldn't be real. The intense ringing sound returned.

Gasping for air, she awoke to a strange place. The ringing had faded into loud beeps, tethered to her heart beat. Suspended from the ceiling like a marionette puppet. The air was cold, icy against her skin. Leaving her hands and feet numb. The white walls of the room glistened like the ones similar to Erudite and Candor. Looking down she could see she had been dressed in a gray, skin tight, body suit.

The sound of footsteps for but a moment helped her tune out the beeping sound. Possible freedom awaiting her, but she was to weak to fight back if she needed to. A small group of people heeded by what looked like soldiers. She squinted in attempt to get a better look. But none on the other side of the glass wall looked familiar. A man in a crisp black suite with white hair stood closest to the glass before he spoke.

"I see your finally awake." Casually standing there before her.

Each time she tried to reply, her throat burned and no words came out. Only soft whimpers as she struggled.

"I do apologize for that, but I don't expect you to answer." Wave a hand at one of the people with him, motioning towards the door. A much younger, shorter man hurriedly opening it for him. She watched frozen as the man sauntered into the room. Groggily she tried to hold her head up. It was painful, making her feel sick if she tried it for too long.

"My name is David. Your a long way from home."

"David, she's ninety-seven percent." A brunette woman she hadn't noticed before, spoke to David softly. Her face looked so familiar, she just couldn't remember through the haze in her head. Then before leaving she looked up at Hel with a sick smirk. "Nice to see you again, Helena." Realization hit her. "Thank you, Juanita, that will be all for now." David replied, dismissing her. Another man entered the room, almond eyes and jet black hair. Tall and rather thin.

"George, put my daughter in her cell, I want a proper meeting with her as soon as she's able."

"Sir, what about the next round of simulations?"

"There will be plenty of time for that later. See it done."

George nodded, walking over to a key pad. Motioning for two guards to enter, David made his exit. The guards took position on either side of Hel. The sound of beeps followed by that of air escaping as the tentacles released her. Now hoisted up by both arms, she was to weak to stand, to weak to walk. Her feet drug behind her as the guards made there way down numerous halls. The shiny tiled floors blurred together the further they went. Quickly losing track of where she was at the start. Finally coming to a very distinct halt followed by more beeps. The drag there way more pleasant than the less than gentle plop onto the thin foam cot. Hitting the surface underneath, she was sure she heard a crack. Unsure if it was a rib or if something splintered under her weight. One of the guard injected her with something.

Still unable to argue or stop it, she had no idea what was in the syringe. Icy cold in her veins, instant numbness. Everything moved in slow motion. Barely able to keep her eyes open, she watched them exit the tiny cell. Locking it before disappearing out of view. She thought she seen movement across the hall, but she wasn't sure. Everything faded into nothingness. Pure darkness, no sound.

Waking again, only this time it was back at Dauntless. Sitting at her desk, tablet in front of her. Apparently she was looking at the list of recruits but had no memory of accessing it in the first place. Pushing it away, she rubbed her face. She didn't even remember even going to her office. Jumping at the sound of someone entering. Her heart raced in her chest at the sight of Eric with coffee in hand. He looked at her with a raised brow, taking a seat across from her.

"You left early this morning. Figured you could use this." Sliding the hot cup over to her. - "You okay, babe?"

Nodding slowly, sipping the coffee. The strong bitter taste was chased away by the overly sweet taste of sugar. Her eye twitch for a second. He must have given her his coffee by mistake. Giving him a small smile and slid the cup back to him.

"I'm fine. I guess I didn't sleep well last night."

"Nightmares?"

Her hand rubbed her neck. Swallowing hard, she could almost feel his fingers tightening around her neck. She couldn't remember everything. It was as if part of it was behind a thick wall of fog. The trip from their apartment to her office was nothing but a blank. Maybe she as just to tired to remember the same steps from there to here.

"That's putting it lightly."

"You sure your okay? You look a little sick."

"I feel out of it. Like I'm missing time or something."

"Like black outs? That's new..."

"I don't know. The last thing I really remember was going to bed last night." A deep chill ran down her spine, like she was dipped into an ice bath.

"I can check with security, those tapes might help tell us what you did this morning."

His long, quick strides the door, startled her. Nothing made sense, why was she so jumpy around him. Four ushered past him, Eric disappeared down the corridor without another word. Four took in the sight of her current state. She was leaning her elbows against the desk. Clutching her head in her fists. Quickly moving to her, he wrapped her in his arms. She cried softly into the material of his coat as he stroked the back of her hair.

When her sobs seem to quiet down, he knelt beside her. Unsure of what to say, not sure what was wrong. She opened her mouth to speak, a gurgling sound, echoed through the room. Looking down, the dark color red spread across the purple hints of her top. At its center a knife had been plunged into her side. More tears flowed down her face, silently crying. Shifting her hand to try and pull it out. Four quickly stopped her, grabbing the hilt of the knife, plunging it deeper before twisting it. Shushing her, telling her it had to be done. Catching sight of his eyes, just like Eric's had been as he choked her. Nothingness, black and hallow. Blackness flickered into the edges of her vision. Reaching from the coffee cup inches from her. Splashing the hot liquid into Four's face before hitting him with the mug. It sent him limp and away from her. Her breathing now raged, caught into her throat. Blood seeped past her lips with each shallow breath. Grabbing the hilt of the knife again, letting out a scream as she tried to pull it out. The blood made getting a grip impossible. It was in too deep, it had cut to much. Letting out another scream that laid on deaf ears. Allowing the darkness to completely take over.

Waking again the the same antiseptic cold of the dim cell. Curled into a ball, withering in pain. A silhouette of a person half hidden behind a wall. Fighting back tears, forcing her self to sit up. The lights in the neighboring cells were much like hers dim. Leaving the conjoining hallway blinding. A strained voice whispered to her, pleading that she's cease her screaming.

The scene replayed over and over. Each time another one of her loved ones tried to kill her. Her mind was starting to wane. Causing doubt to bleed into the world of reality.

"Please stop, it isn't real. They'll hear you."

Slowly she got to her feet, stumbling like a newborn lamb. She still felt numb and hurt. Moving towards the glass. The translucent reflection stared at her. The ghostly presence of her unbroken self. It did nothing to settle her nerves. The closer she got the more it faded. Faded into vaguely familiar face. The man in the hall from her was tall and slim. His hair was dark like his eyes. Eyes that for some reason reminded her of Tori. Tori did have a brother that disappeared after his initiation. Then again the reports also claimed he was dead.

"Well if they would stop injecting me with shit like a guinea pig, I wouldn't be in any pain."

"I'm George, from the looks of yours tats...I take it your Dauntless."

Nodding, she shifted uneasily on her feet. "What about you?"

"Once upon a time I was Dauntless. Do you have a name?"

"Hel..."

"If your expecting a rescue party, might want to make yourself comfortable."

"Why is that?"

"I waited for years and no one ever came."

Hel let out a heavy sigh. Unsure of how to approach the topic of conversation. Sugar coating it would not help the situation. Hopefully he would at the very least respect her for her Candor.

"I know who you are. I can bet my life on it that people are looking for me."

"How do you know?"

"I've been friends with your sister a long time. She's been like a big sister to me. Who do you think the artist was behind these?" Turning to raise the back of her top slightly, revealing more of black and gray. The intricate lines of her latest tattoo.

"Tori?"

"The very same. I have to say, you look pretty good for a dead man."

"What?"

"She thinks your dead, that you killed yourself. How do you think she feels?"

"I didn't know."

"...I do know she misses you."

"I miss her too, but it's not like I can go back."

"Why because Dauntless threw you a funeral."

"How can they, without a body."

"For someone so smart, you know little of the factions you grew up around."

"Humor me."

"Dauntless don't need a body. Just ends up being another reason to get drunk. At least it used to be."

"I wonder how Eric is handling your absence?"

"You know, its only a matter of time before he comes looking for me."

"Might take awhile. This compound isn't exactly on a map."

"Why am I even here?"

"David's orders. Other than that you'll have to talk to David."

"Where is here?"

"The Bureau of Genetic Warfare. I'll let them know your awake." He replied before sauntering off down the hall to God knows where. She ran her fingers through the tangles in her hair. Letting out a frustrated growl. Pacing around the tiny room, trying to figure out what to do. She pounded on the door until her fists were bruised and still nothing. The growl of her stomach had her realizing just how hungry she was. There was so many gaps in her memory it made her stomach churn. That last real thing she remembered was heading back to the train. Even that was something she was unsure of. Each time she closed her eyes another one of her friends was trying to kill her. Nothing seemed real anymore.

George returned a little while later. Surprisingly alone. Pressing an unseen code, the glass door slid open. Standing to the side, he motioned for her to exit.

"How long have I been here?"

"Just a few days."

"When do I get to go home?"

"That's not up to me."

"Of course not, that'd be to simple." She scoffed at him.

The rest of the walk was quiet. The only sound came from their steps. There were lots of other people here. The bright artificial lights were starting to give her a headache. Before to long George ushered her barefoot into an office. It reminded her so much of the ones back in Erudite. The thought sending a shiver down her spine.

She wanted to leave, George had shut the door behind her. On the either side of the desk sat two place settings. Her stomach growled into the silence. Turning her beet red in the face. As if on cue he cleared his throat. The man sitting in the larger chair, waved her over. Displaying a kind yet forced smile.

"Please, join me for dinner."

"How do I know its not poisoned?"

"If I had any want in killing you, I would have done it already."

"Good point." She sat awkwardly in the chair. Eyeing the plate full of meat and vegetables. Elegantly arranged. Nothing like the food at Dauntless. She played with the fork, slowly moving the bits around. Picking up a piece of meat, it was unlike anything she had ever tasted.

"I bet your wondering why your here."

"Well, wanting to know why I'm being held against my will has crossed my mind."

"In case your wondering, My name is David. Your no prisoner here."

"Oh so, I can go."

"Soon, Helena."

"Yep, I'm a prisoner." Letting out a huff and continued eating.

David strummed his fingers gingerly across the desk. Watching, calculating, weighing the outcomes of his words.

"I do apologize for the way you were brought here."

"Oh, please do continue."

"You have to understand, it was necessary."

"Necessary, wow, that's little redundant."

"I know you may not agree with the way things are done here."

"Kidnapping me is one thing, messing with my mind is another."

"Everyone experiences things differently."

"Bullshit. I've been through simulations before."

He looked at her confused. "We haven't put you through any simulations."

"And the metal tentacle contraption I woke up in was what?"

"While your were incapacitated, that contraption as you call it allowed us to monitor you. Vitals, blood work, even your genetics. Nothing more."

"But why?" She was dumbfounded and steadily growing irritated.

"Your genetically pure, my dear. Just like I always knew you would be."

"Stop dragging it out, just fucking say it already. I want to go home."

"I apologize, I thought getting to know my daughter would go a bit more smoothly than this."

"That's not possible. My dad was...wasn't..."

"I didn't even know she was pregnant, nor of your existence until tests were ran."

"Well, not to sound ungrateful but I think I've had enough new parents for a lifetime."

"Ah yes." He pushed a button on the far side of his desk. She wasn't sure but something about it made her uneasy.

After a moment, a small voice replied from unseen speakers. 'Yes, sir.'

"Juanita, can you bring me my daughter's things to my office, please?"

'Of course, right away.'

"Just like that?"

"I've said all I needed to for now. Maybe our next meeting will go more smoothly."

"Yeah, maybe."

It was weird, to go through all the trouble of bringing her there, just to be okay with letting her leave. She knew from experience, nothing is ever that easy.