Sorry for the lack of updates I haven't had any thing to type with but the tablet and I are again on good terms so I'm back on track. hHopefully technology and a laptop are in my future and my slow updating can come to a swift and decisibe end. Excuse any errors that I make due to the necessary evil, autocorrect.
Chapter 49 pt. 1
Unknown (Penelope) POV
It was easy, really. I walked inside, the walls a muted beige with elevators lining me to my right. I headed to the bathroom but took a sharp left turn and headed to the security room. As I expected it was empty, and I dropped my bag onto the concrete floor before I looped the footage of the past ten minutes. Thank goodness this building only uses a computerized system to monitor the cameras. I don't know how I would have been able to talk two guards into letting me have a look at the footage, for once I am glad this isn't the Dauntless compound. If memory serves me right they had them actually watch the camera's footage. After some minor changes to time stamps on the footage and maneuvering of wires, I headed to where I knew he would be.
I have it memorized, elevator, up two floors, first right then I make a left, go down to the end of the hall, turn left again, enter code 7635, turn left, three doors down right hand side. Third key on the keychain with a red dot in the corner.
I opened the door, he was sitting there working. He looked up and smiled. He trusted me, trusted me like family. He thought I was family.
I shut the door, he asked me what was wrong. I didn't have to lie this time either, when I said everything was fine. It was fine, I knew what I was going to do. We talked for a while asked how I was, if I needed anything for lunch.
He was so cold when I reached in my bag, he laughed and said, "this is the moment where you turn into me, Andie. You become a vile, manipulative snake that tramples everything in its path. Did you know you would be this cold blooded? Do it, kill me. And take care of my Bureau. This is how I came to power too. In cold blood. I-" I never let him finish. His voice was making my stomach twist. I didn't even flinch when I pulled the trigger. It wasn't until the blood splattered against my face that I recoiled. I left, made sure I cleaned my tracks because that is what I was trained to do.
There are two things I hate in this world.
The first is having to deliver bad news.
The second is traffic.
Unfortunately for me, I am forced to endure both. I smear some of the blood on my shirt in a sloppy attempt to make myself look more innocent when I knock on Tris' door to say, "I promise it is not as bad as it looks." Which is honestly just another bold face lie. At this point I'm so deep in tangled in this web of lies that really, what's one more?
I thought I would feel an overwhelming sense of guilt at what I've just done. I don't, mainly I keep watching it over and over again, each time flinching at the blood rather than the shot still ringing in my ears but nothing more.
Perhaps I am still trying to process it all.
The deafening music of the car beside me is enough to drown me in the dark depths of the betrayal, the traitorous act, I have just committed. I can only hope they can forgive me. Forgive me for the disguises and the deception. Although, now that I am think about it they will probably kill me themselves for what I've done.
A car horn blares behind me, I snap my eyes to the road and turn onto the lonely road leading to Tris' house. Will she forgive me for this? Will she see why I had to do it? Will she understand that I had no choice? Will she listen to me when I warn her that she is next?
The house sits alone, large and grand in a ordinary kind of way. Pulling into the drive way and parking the car takes me twice as long as normal since I have started shaking. After getting out the car I head to the front door, my knuckles barely tapping the wood panels. Maybe they aren't home?
A wild shreik from inside ends any chance of the house being empty. Tris opens the door with a rag over her shoulder and her hair sticking out her head in odd angles, she must be cleaning the house while chasing Noah around. She frowns at the blood dotting my face and smeared across my shirt.
"I'm sorry, but can I help you?" She pushes the small boy hugging her legs behind her and stares at me oddly.
Of course she doesn't recognize me, different clothes, different hair, different eyes. Judging by the strange look I'm getting I look familiar to her but she can't quite place me. "Its me, Scarlett." The lie is bitter on my tongue. Tris stares at me, squints her eyes as if that will help her see me as her sister in-law. Unzipping my purse, I reach inside and drag out the wig stuffed to the bottom. "I don't have the contacts with me, but..." I toss the wig haphazardly onto my naturally ginger locks. "Scarlett, see? I know your confused but I'm going to explain."
Her eyes widen, "Scarlett...What is going on?"
"Can I come in?" I don't wait for an actual answer as I shove my way inside.
Tris min catches up just as I reach the kitchen because she starts questioning me. "Whose blood is that? On your shirt."
I shakily grab a cup from the pantry. I must be in shock because I'm pretending like I am still family, getting a glass of water for myself. Its ridiculous. "Its the blood of the man I just killed."
"Scarlett, what happened?" She sounds exasperated, Tris runs to me and examines the shirt. I wonder if she is more worried over my physical health or mental health. I haven't shown any of the normal reactions one would expect in this situation, with the exception of my tremors.
I really am a monster.
I sip the water, "first of all my name is not Scarlett." My hands are so unsteady beads of water drip down mymchin and muddle against them vermilion blood on mymshirt. Watery red dots loine the floor and steak my splattered face. I must look like a red crayon spit all over me.
Tris grabs the phone and frowns, "I'm calling Tobias."
"Call everyone. There is a lot I need to explain." My grasp on the cup relaxes and I spill water all over my blood stained shoes. Its not until I reach down to pick it up that I realize my shirt is white. I've turned into my bloodstained rose. My purity dripping with the veins of the man who grew me in his garden.
Its just too bad that he got cut by his rose's thorns.
Its short I know but I will be putting up the second part tomorrow night!
