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Chapter 5

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The top of the Hancock Building was empty when I got here. Just like I knew it would be. Not too many people come up here anymore. Except if they're zip lining, but I figured since the city is trying to rebuild, or rather create itself, people don't have much time for it. I rocked back on my heels, the leather around my toes was a little tight. I should have wore my other boots for this trip, they were already broken in. The sunlight was shrouded behind a few clouds now. The beams of light that hit the large windows of the top floor made abstract shadows inside the room.

I knew it would be much longer before he would show up. He'd probably be bringing Christina, Zeke, Amar, and some other police with him. I suppose I should be worried, but there's something in me that isn't. I look over to my left and see her body, clad in his sweater that's too big for her. She's sleeping against the wall, her blonde hair covering her eyes and the bridge of her nose. Her chest undulates softly under the Sleeping Serum. I'm surprised it knocked her out so quickly. The new recipe must be harder to fight off. Even for Divergents. However, it wouldn't last for much longer.

Soon as I shift back toward the window, I see the cars below. They are black trucks, two of them, no three, one just turned the corner behind the other. I sigh and mutter into the earpiece.

"Here we go. Are you in position?"

"Of course. I see them. Don't worry, I'll take care of them." The deep, soft voice comes through the other end.

I sigh. I hope this went well. If not, then it really would be over.

I jump a little when I hear her groan quietly against the wall. Her body moves stiffly and she presses against the wall to stand up. She holds her head in her right hand, trying to shake off the delirium from the serum. A pang shoots through my stomach. I wish there was another way to have done this.

She opens her eyes groggily. They are slightly red, but still stunning. Stern and insistent. It takes her only moments to fully awake and become aware of where she is. Her eyes zoom over to me and they grow wide, full of anger and nervousness. But not fear. I smile to myself.

"What is this? Why did you bring me here? Who are you?"

She takes no chances and keeps her distance. But she's scanning me for any sign of a weapon and he eyes examine me up and down.

"I'm not going to hurt you." I say.

"Oh, yeah, sure. Just kidnap me from my job, take me to the top of the Hancock building, and wear a creepy helmet! I believe you!"

I almost forget about the smoke gray visor I am wearing. It seemed so irrelevant when looking at her. The visor is one sided, I can see clearly through it, but no one can see in. It covers up everything but my mouth.

"I can take it off!" I say quickly moving my hands to the clasp near the back.

She looks at me curiously and I stop. Maybe not just yet.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" She asks me angrily. "Are you too coward to show your face?"

I drop my hands to my sides and chew the inside of my cheek nervously. Even now, hearing those words from her sting. It would be so much easier to just let everything spill out of me, but she wouldn't believe me. Not this way. Perhaps that is my fault.

She eyes the elevator doors, closed shut and then back to me. There's also the heavy metal door behind me that leads to the stairs and I see her try to calculate if she can rush me and make it there.

"I didn't want to kidnap you. But…it's hard to explain. I shouldn't stop you if you want to leave, but I need you to stay. At least till Tobias gets here."

Her eyebrows raise and she breathes angrily through her nose.

"What do you want with us?" she scathes inching a little from the wall.

I sigh and step aside from the path blocking the door. Her face lights up with shock, eyes mad with more angry and now confusion.

"I don't want you to leave, and this might sound crazy, but I need you to trust me."

She laughs heartily and rolls her eyes. "Okay. So you kidnap me, bring me here, open the floor up for me to leave, but then you want me to trust you? Do you even trust yourself?"

Her finger points to me and I find myself giggling a little. Her motion and tone is all too familiar.

"In a strange sense…yes." I say. I walk over to the window ledge and her eyes are trained on me. She could leave any moment, but for reason she stays put. Out of fear or curiosity, I'm not sure.

On the window sill is a bundle of thick triple braided rope and plastic ties. I hold them out above me and she recoils.

"Now you wanna tie me up?" She stiffens further, her fists curled now ready to fight against me.

"No, I'm telling you, you can tie me up. We have to wait till Tobias gets here. Then I'll explain."

She shakes her head and presses a palm to it. Her mouth opens as if to speak, but only frustrated sounds escape.

"If I wanted to hurt you or kill you, it would've happened by now. Why would I bring you here unscathed, with no weapon, and tell your friends where you are?"

Her eyes scan the floor left to right, brows bent and squinted.

"Maybe cause you're crazy, that's why?" She accuses acidly.

I grimace, the visor now making my face sweat slightly, and I say "You're probably right. But I guess it's too late now. They're here now."

The elevator doors ding and open. Christina, Zeke, Amar, and him pour out quickly, guns raised and all pointed on me.

"Don't move, asshole!" Zeke's rough voice orders as the barrel of the gun is stern and aimed at my head.

I raise my hands over my head and say "I have no weapon. I swear."

He races over to her, his gun still aimed at me. His look is still the same, even now. I feel myself fill with excitement.

"Tris, are you alright?" He whispers into her hair. She nods slowly, her eyes focused on me.

Christina looks around the room, her hair longer than I remember, and then she focuses back on me. Amar speaks into the small radio placed on his shoulder.

"Situation contained, stay tuned for further orders." A muffled response comes out of the black brick with the long chrome antenna.

Zeke moves closer me and says "You're under arrest. You have the right to remain—-

"Wait, you can't arrest me!"

"To remain silent!" He finishes with a incredulous and hot tone.

I look over to her. My eyes begin to water and the scene blurs a little.

"Please." I say to her directly. "Tell them I didn't hurt you. Tell them I was going to let you go!"

She pauses for a moment and then he brandishes the heavy pistol at me. "You shut your mouth, you don't speak to her, you don't look at her!"

His tone cuts through me and I feel my throat go dry. It reminded me of all the times I'd hear it after I'd done something wrong. It was cold and piercing. A few tears gathered in my eyes now. I gulped and it felt uncomfortable.

He looked at Zeke who nodded at him. He moves toward me and grabs my wrists hard. I struggle against his grip and he sweeps my lower calves, making me fall to my knees. He presses the cold metal barrel into my temple and shouts into my ear. "Move and I will put a bullet in you!"

I feel a small sob escape my lips, but I grit my teeth now allowing the rest of it to escape. Zeke places my plastic ties around my wrists, binding them together. He tries to get me to my feet, but I push against him. Christina comes over and punches me in the stomach. I feel the air leave my body and I gasp, gagging on my saliva. They begin to drag me, but then her voice rings through the air.

"Stop!"

Everyone stops and stares at her. He looks at her incredulously and angrily.

"Tris, what are you doing?"

But she releases herself from his grasp and walks slowly over to me. He almost grabs her back, but his hand falters in midair. Christina looks at Zeke and then down at me. Amar is still by the elevator doors, his strong dark arm still pointing the gun directly at my head.

"Tris, are you crazy?" Christina says stopping her by putting her hands, pistol still in hand but now raised upward toward the ceiling, on her shoulders. But she brushes them off, her stern eyes still focused on me on the floor. Her hair gleams in the reappearing sunlight and I feel calm by her closeness. She stops in front of me and bits her lip.

Her nimble hands reach for the visor and pulls it upward.

Christina gasps and Zeke looks at me for a moment. His head shifting sideways before he finally lowers his gun.

She steps back, the visor slipping from her fingers and she clutches his sweater on the front. She is looking at me. I am looking at her. With her own eyes.

Only the beginning! Happy Four Day by the way.