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Chapter Twenty-Six
The air rushing by teases my hair into knots. A sharp squeeze on my hand reminds me that Four is right beside me. Yet… I can't call him that. Squeezing back, I tug him into an embrace.
We stay in that position for a while. Upside down, rushing towards the ground, my head nuzzling the crook of his neck and his head on top of mine. Time almost seems to stop as we fit together like missing pieces of a puzzle.
But soon, the moment ends. Gravity once more pins us to the ground, unwilling to release us from its grasp. Instead of the vast open air, we are pushed into a tiny, cramped box. Four starts to panic, feet straining against the walls.
"Fear two: Claustrophobia," I mutter absently.
Hunching up further, I drag Four over to me. Our faces are inches away when I speak.
"We have to be smaller. Remember what I said?" I ask softly, "Face your fears. Show them who's better."
Nodding a little, he gradually drags in his limbs. Sighing a little, I curl up next to him. In this intimate position, my head rests upon his sculpted chest with his once more upon my head. I slowly breathe in his scent, taking the opportunity to snake an arm around him.
The box shrinks, moulding around our shape. I feel his heartbeat quicken. Soothing noises leave my mouth as I comfort his shaking figure.
As his pulse slows, the walls seem to melt away into a room. I jolt my limbs into action, attempting to walk towards Four, who somehow ended up on the opposite side of the room. But it seems that the air has solidified, fixing me in place like a statue.
"Tris!" I see Four call out, "Tris! Where are you? Tris!"
My heart begs to call out, to let him know I'm here. But my mouth is stitched shut, stopping any sound. There in the middle of the room lays a gun on a table. The chair next to it holds a woman bound in ropes. She stares blankly at Four, expression neutral. There's no emotion there; no fear, no panic, no despair.
Four is the one with those emotions splayed on his face for the world to see. His hand wraps around the gun, bringing it up to eye height. He stares at the innocent woman for a while, before loading the singular bullet. As he pulls the trigger, his head snaps to the side, eyes closed.
He couldn't look at the person he killed.
As soon as the victim's head slumps, my body is released. In an instant I'm by Four's side, hugging him. The scenery around us whirls, forming an … Abnegation house?
"What? You're from… Abnegation?" I asked, shocked.
The only one who'd transferred recently, was Marcus Eaton's son.
Tobias.
My suspicion is confirmed as the door opens. In walks Marcus, beard streaked with grey. His beady eyes lock onto Four – Tobias. What surprises me most, however, is the belt draped across his hands. Blood runs in rivulets down it, dripping onto the floor.
"Four fears. Heights, Claustrophobia, killing innocents, and… your father," my voice cracks.
"Yep. My dear, darling daddy."
It's the first time he's spoken, albeit with sarcasm. I lift my eyes to meet his, a smile curling on my lips. What pains me, though, is the resignation in his eyes,
"Well, then. This is going to be just that more satisfying," I smile grimly.
With a nod of my head, I prepare myself. As the whip is lifted up, I sprint towards the nearest figure. I've wanted to do this a long time, now.
"This is for your own good."
The whip descends upon my wrist as I block the blow from hitting Tobias. Twisting it round, I yank it from Marcus' grasp. I rain blow after blow upon the imaginary figure, only stopping when the scene dissolves.
Gasping, my eyes spring open. I search desperately for Four - Tobias, wanting to hold him, to know he's real. That last fear… the acceptance in his eyes made me want to cry. Such pain being held back.
My hands meet, grasping each other's for support. A sigh of relief escapes me at the contact.
"Fo – Tobias," I croak.
"Tris," he murmurs.
I frown, "Look at me, Tobias. Please, look at me."
He slowly turns round, meeting my gaze. I can see his anticipation. But, the question is what is he waiting for?
"Tobias I just want you to know that – "
"Yes, yes, I'm a little kicked puppy. Yes, yes, my father used to beat me. Yes, yes, you don't want to be my… friend anymore."
My cheeks tinge with anger. How dare he say that!
"Shut up!" I shout.
He looks stunned. Did he really believe that I would never want to be friends with him now? Men are so ridiculous sometimes. But to my shock, the surprise turned to a darkening of his brow.
"Well? What else was it? Something about hating me, about how I'm the most despicable person on the planet?" he growls.
CRACK.
My palm makes satisfying contact with his cheek, snapping his head to the side. A bright red hand mark rises on his cheek as he tenderly touches it with his hand.
"You – hit me?" he asked in disbelief.
"Yes. And I will do it again if you don't stop all this nonsense!"
"Nonsense? You mean… you still want to be my friend?" he asks shocked.
I laugh a little, shaking my head before replying.
"Oh no, Tobias, I don't want to be your friend."
His eyes start to tear up as he ducks his head. A slight snarl comes out of his throat.
"Very well," he says tersely.
"I want to be your girlfriend."
THE END
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