Tobias)
Tris is nuzzled into my chest, her breaths deep, and even in her sleep, I can see the see that faint trace of a smile on her lips. We had eaten a quick dinner and watched a stupid movie, but around 1 in the morning, she started yawning and rubbing her eyes. The clock read 2:16 right now, but I'm not tired, I could sit and watch her for days on end. Everything about her is a work of art. The way her skin is perfectly smooth, and pale, not yet damaged from the sun. The way her little nose curves slightly to the right from one of the punches thrown in her initiation, only noticeable when you're face is almost pressed against hers. The way her lips purse just a little bit, parted just slightly, when she sleeps. She's perfect. And she's mine.
A gentle knock on the door snaps me from my thoughts. Who would be knocking on our door at 2 in the morning? Just when I was convince I imagined it, it comes again. Three gentle knocks, muted by the thick door. I slide out from under Tris, resting her head on the pillow. She stirs a little bit, mumbling my name, but goes straight back to sleep. I pad quickly and quietly over to the door, sliding it open and slipping outside, shutting the door as quietly as I can behind me.
A woman stands at the door dressed in dauntless gear, the black leather hanging off her fragile frame. She steps back, as to not be too close to me, but still stands near enough that I know to follow her eyes, to watch each little twitch of hers. Her eyes find mine, and something familiar flashes in them. Her breath seems to stop for a moment.
"Tobias?" She asks, gazing at me with a somewhat choked expression.
"Is Beatrice inside?" She motions to the door. I clear my throat, and realize I'm shirtless, but decide to ignore it, putting on my Dauntless persona.
"My name is Four. Tris is in there, but she's asleep. What do you want?" I ask. I notice the woman has no visible tattoos or piercings, but she definitely is dauntless, I can tell by her stance and slight muscle definition. I just don't recognize her. She pries her eyes away from the door, and looks at me pleadingly.
"Please, I must talk to you, but we can't out here." Her eyes glisten with determination as they nervously dart to the security camera in the corner of the stone hallway, and her expression is sincere. I don't know what it is, but I see something so familiar in her, I can't help but trust her.
"Alright. Follow me, and don't make any noise. If this is some sort of attack I warn you that you have you will be killed before you so much as flinch in my direction, even if you are armed."
She smiles slightly at this, but nods her head in agreement. I open the door and motion for her to follow me. She does as instructed, barely making a noise when she closes the door, the metal sound of the lock sliding into place the only noise in the room other than Tris's shallow breaths. We walk past the bed, and I see the woman stare at Tris and freeze. I clear my throat and she smiles apologetically, then follows me into the kitchen. Just as I close the door behind her, I see her wipe a tear from her face, but I pretend not to have noticed.
"Have a seat. Now." I say, trying to get my thoughts together
"Don't bother with small talk with me To- sorry Four. I know about you. I know about Beatrice. Both of you are not safe." She says, gaging my reaction.
"What do you mean she isn't safe?" Is all I can ask. A strange woman knocks on my door at 2am, sits in my kitchen, knows my name and is now telling me Tris isn't safe? I try to calm my heart rate and keep even breaths, fingers digging into the counter I lean against.
"I know what you are. And they're killing people like us." She says, rushing on. "We need to stop them. The warning you got tonight won't be the first, but it will be the least serious. This is bigger than just you me and Beatrice." She finishes, resting her hand on my arm. There is something so familiar about her, like I know her but can't remember her name, even her the way she places her hand reminds me of something, I just can't remember what.
"What do you mean people like us? And how do you know about the attack? Who's killing who?" I ask, slamming my hand on the counter.
She grabs my arm and wrenches it off the counter, surprisingly strong for her size. She holds a finger to her lips then points to the door.
"I know you're divergent. And I know Beatrice is too. I don't know who, and I don't know why, but they will be sure to kill her, she had the aptitude for three factions. Something completely unheard of. If you want to keep her safe you are going to need to figure out what is going on, I'm under too close of a watch to be any help. Coming here tonight was a huge risk, but I needed to make sure she was safe and you kept her that way."
A million other questions flood my mind, but before I can get any of them out, I hear the kitchen door open. Tris walks in with her hair pulled up into a ponytail, wearing only my tshirt that comes down to just above her knees.
"I heard noises coming from in here. You on the phone?" She asks rubbing her eyes. When she finally pulls her hand away from her eyes, the sleep immediately disappears from her face, and her mouth hangs open, staring at the woman.
"Mom?"