Authors note: I can feel this story starting to end. Have fun reading my new wordy chapter. Happy new year!
Tris' POV
I can't get the last room out of my head. It's almost a replica of Tobias' old room but he wasn't in there. There wasn't a blanket. Why would… That bed mustn't have been used for sleeping. It makes my skin crawl but this room is worse.
It's a torture room.
Tris' POV
Through the small window, I see a wooden beam in the middle of the room, it's splintered and dyed messily with blood. Surrounding the beam is a huge glass cube, it has a tube from the ceiling which enters into the cube's middle, slightly above where Tobias' head would be – I instantly know that it was used for gassing. For god sake! My head slowly rests against the window and my eyes carry on looking around the room. I can't even imagine how bad this must've been for him. I hate when he's in pain.
Everything in here looks painful, from the makeshift rope handcuffs to the selection of the different sized knifes on the metal wired table at the side of the room. With a shiver and an over whelming surge of pain, I turn my head away and start limping to the next door, the last room.
If Tobias isn't in this final room, I don't think I'll be able to find him.
Tobias' POV
I've had enough of this, she's torturing me on purpose. Walking slowly just so she can build up the anticipation to what comes next; the pain. I move to the other corner of the room, so when she looks though the door she won't be able to see me through the window. It almost never stops her from disabling the security system and taking me into another room, which one depends on her mood but maybe today Chloe will realise that I don't want to see her and she'll leave.
I hear a grunt and a thumping on a wall, that's not that far from me. Is she hurt? I almost want to look out the window to see if she's in pain, I probably would've if this was two months ago but she's hurt me, a lot. I hate her but if I want her to die, that's another question. She drugs me every day, gasses me and hits me, I think I could find justice for her death but whether I'd kill her? I don't know. I think I would find pleasure in hurting her but then I'd just be as bad as her and that scares me more than anything,
I've got to stay strong, for Tris. I ask about her, mainly whether or not she's still alive. The last time I saw her she wasn't sleeping and the gas started taking over her brain, I have no idea where she is or how she's coping. Chloe gets angry when I talk about her which means she gases me. Gassing is not that bad, It gives my wounds time to heal. Plus, it's only ever a small amount but most of all, Tris is normally in my simulations and I'm able to talk to her but Chloe injects me with something that stops them after a while. Still, I cherish the moments when Tris and I are laughing, shooting or running together. As much as I don't like to admit, the simulation of Tris is getting more unrealistic. I'm forgetting what she looks like, detail by detail, and I don't want too.
Tris POV
I drag myself over to the last room, my palms sweaty and my lips are blue. This door is white and pretty thick. I look through the rectangular glass window. My heart races while my eyes flicker around the room. It's empty. In fact, there's no sign that this room has ever been used. There's no door handle. I don't even bother to push it open, there's no one in there. I slide against the door and sit, legs stretched out, on the stone floor. I rest my head against the door as I realise I'm going to die here. I can't make it up all those stairs again. She lied, Chloe lied to me. I feel so helpless and stupid. Why did I for one minute think I could rescue Tobias? I'm just a stupid abnegation girl who thought she was brave. Maybe I should've just died in the Bureau, instead of my brother. I should've died that night. None of this would've happened. I whack my head against the door in despair.
Tobias' POV
Somethings wrong. Somebody's sitting outside of the door. Maybe it's not Chloe, maybe it's Isaac. They're hitting the door. Don't they know if you try to break in, it sets off hundreds of plastic gas boxes, that'd kill us both. I hear sobbing. There's another bang on the lower part of the door. I instantly get to my feet without even realising it. I feel like I've done this a thousand time before. The cry sounds familiar. It couldn't be… No, it can't be. I hurry towards the window and look down at the floor. I see her blonde head lean forward, as if to smash the door with her head.
"Tris, Stop." I say urgently but I can't help but smile. She gasps and turns her head towards me.
"Tobias!" She shrieks.
I can't help but notice the blood her camouflaged clothes, she looks strange not dressed in black but I guess she had to be disguised to rescue me, though I could tell she was Dauntless from a mile away. Luckily, I'm pretty sure the blood isn't hers. I sigh, she's alright, she's not hurt but thenshe stands up and I begin to doubt myself. It took her a lot of effort for her just to stand up and look at me clearly through the window. Somethings not right. She's already out of breath and she looks ill.
She smiling widely.