A/N Sorry about the one chapter not in italics, I'm tired to blegh. Deal with it. I hope you enjoy this, WHAT chapter. Any ideas/suggestions? Leave a review! School tomorrow + period= probably not another update. But I will update ASAP.
Ty.
"Stop!" Tris yells at one of the initiates. Dan, I believe his name is, pauses just as he was going to kick Felix in the face. Tris runs towards Felix and helps him off the ground. She turns to me and smiles, before helping Felix out of the room. I watch as Dan leaves the mat, a smug look on his face. I clench my fists. He reminds me of Eric. "Alright, Julie and Lexy onto the mat." Peter yells. Julie stands on the mat and takes her stance. She was the one who was clinging to my arm earlier. Tris would love to be here to see her get beat up. Lexy then sluggishly makes her way to the mat. Her arms are about the size of mine and the muscles running down her back are clearly visible through her shirt. Julie is screwed. I lean back onto the wall and slip my hands into my pockets. Lexy raises one hand to her face and places the other slightly in front of her chest. Julie stands awkwardly, covering as much of her body as she can. I see a smirk appear on her face and she swings at Lexy, hitting her temple and knocking her off her feet. She then waits for her to get up before kicking at her ribs. I might have been wrong, Julie is good. She dodges Lexy's sloppy kick and sends a punch at her face. Lexy stumbles back and tries to regain her balance. Julie makes her way around her and kicks her in the middle of her back, causing Lexy to fall flat on her face. Julie circles her, waiting for her to get up. She doesn't. Julie then shakes her hands off and walks off the mat like nothing happened. I consider helping Lexy, but Peter already has that covered. Peter helps her up and turns to the initiates. "Four will be ending the lesson. I expect to see you in here same time tomorrow." He says, before leaving the room with Lexy's limp body dangling off his neck. I push off the wall and make my way over to the initiates. "Well done with your fights today. Most of them were clearly better than others, but that doesn't mean anything. Not necessarily. If you want a good job try your hardest. If you want to scrub toilets and wash dishes, don't bother trying and that's what you'll end up with. See you again tomorrow." I say, then step aside and watch them leave. Julie hurries past me and walks out the door, her friend clinging to her arm. The training room seems clean enough so I don't need to stick around in here any longer. I make my way out the door and shut it behind me. Tris walks around the corner and sees me. She smiles and takes a few steps towards me. "How'd she go?" She asks eagerly. I frown slightly, she won't like this. "She was an extremely good fighter, took down here opponent really quickly." I say. Tris furrows her eyebrows, then crosses her arms and scowls. "Let's go eat." She mumbles. I grin and wrap my arm around her. I then quickly glance at her chest. The ravens that are usually there have vanished. My stomach drops. I take my arm off of her and step away. A confused look spreads across her face. "What is it?" She asks quietly. I shake my head, a little too furiously. "You aren't Tris." I reply. She lets out a laugh and crosses her arms. "What's gotten into you, Four?" She asks. My chest tightens a bit and I clench my fists. "Tris would never call me Four." I say coldly. She stares at me and shrugs. "I have no idea what you are going on about, let's just go eat." She takes my arm, trying to pull me with her. I tug my arm out of her grasp and glare at her. Her eyes, they aren't the same. Her hair, it isn't Tris's. How hadn't I noticed this before? "Is this some stupid prank?" I ask her. She hangs her head, but then she looks up. The most horrible smile is spread across her face. "I wondered how long it would take for you to realise. It was too risky, I knew it was." Her voice isn't the same either. I slam her against the wall, my hands slightly shaking. "Who are you working for?" I ask in my quiet, intimidating voice. She smiles. "If I told you, you wouldn't believe me." She replies. I stare deeper into her eyes. My grip tightens around her neck. "Who?" I yell in her face. She stands there, unaffected by it. I wait for an answer. The more I look at her, the more I realise how she looks nothing like Tris. I hate myself for not realising this. "Eric." She says finally. I let go of her and she drops to the ground. I shake out my hands and the same devil smile appears on her face. "Speak of the devil." She says quietly. At first I am confused, but then I spin around. Eric. The same Eric who was in initiation with me. The same Eric I remember killing. "Be brave, Four." He says, before punching me in the face. I fall backwards and hit my head on the concrete floor. Eric towers over me and smirks as he kicks me in the face with his boot.
All I register at first is a grey blur. But then I see her. Her small, fragile body. I lean out and stretch my hand towards her. She takes it. I'm surprised as to how small it is. But it is warm. She stands, but then stumbles a bit. I catch her and stand her upright. Her eyes catch mine. "Thank you." She says quietly. Her body may be small but she seems strong. And her eyes. So stern, so insistent. Beautiful.
"He's awake, Eric." I voice calls out. I pry my eyes open. The immediate bright lights fill my vision. A blur leans over me. "So he his." A voice replies. They sound muffled, like I am under water. "More serum." They say. And I am blacked out again.
I hear a scream. It's her. I can feel it. I run to the source of the sound. She's there, being hung over the side of the chasm by him, Peter. Two other people are there as well. "Hey!" I yell out. Peter immediately lets her go, her body slams into the railing. I run towards them, and grab the closest person. I rip off the mask and Drew stands there. His eyes full of terror. I punch at him. His dare he?! How dare he touch her? I punch him repeatedly. I don't know how many times I do, but I am so infuriated I loose it. But then I hear her voice. It pulls me out of my rage. "Four." She croaks out. I drop Drew's body and crawl towards her. I quickly pluck her out and over the railing, clutching her close to my chest. God, what have they done to her? I then pick her up and run. She'll be fine. I won't let anyone hurt her again.
I open my eyes and I am back in reality. "Eric." A voice says. I turn my head towards them. My head pounds at the back of my skull. Eric, or blurry figure Eric, appears out of a door. "Ah, Four." He says, making his way towards the bench I am laying on. His footsteps are loud, louder than they should be. Each of them sound like bombs going off. I wince slightly. "Enjoying yourself?" He asks. I don't need to be able to see his face clearly to know he's smirking. "Why are you doing this?" I ask furiously. He sighs. "I'm not doing anything. It's simply your mind." He says. A sharp pain spreads through my neck and I am out again.
My heart pounds in my chest. I carefully touch the side if her face. I know I love her. She's so brilliant, so amazing. "You aren't giving me that look, like I'm a kicked puppy or something." I say quietly. She smiles and looks at me. "Well, you're not." I cup her face in my hands and press my lips to hers. I then stop and look at her. She looks me dead in the eye. I grin and kiss her again. This time more passionately. Then it changes. She breaks out of the kiss and slaps me. Pure horror spread across her face. She's scared of me. No- she isn't. This is messing with my feelings. Her eyes are locked onto mine. Filled with terror. She isn't scared of me. She loves me. I know she does.
"Eric, he manipulated the memory" A voice says. The foot steps are back. I am then pulled from my chair. "Go put him in the cells. He's had enough," Eric says, before adding "for today." I wince as I am pulled out of the room. My eyes are covered with a blind fold as I am guided through the halls. I can hear other people talking. Meaning Eric has more employees. Then I hear the squeak of a door, the blind fold is ripped from my eyes and I am thrown into a room. I keep my eyes shut tight and they shackle my hands to the floor. "You're lucky I put you in here, consider it a gift." The voice says, almost kindly. I keep my eyes shut. I don't want to believe it. I can't believe it. Tris isn't alive. She isn't back. She's never coming back. Then how's Eric back? My mind spins with endless possibilities. I hear movement, not from me. Someone is in here with me. I open my eyes. Shackled to the other side of the room is what looks like Caleb. "Caleb?" I ask.
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He turns to me. His eyes are bloodshot, his hair is all over the place. His once clean face is now covered in facial hair. "Four?" He asks, his voice is croaky. I nod. But then I remember. This possibly isn't him. This could be another clone thing. "Caleb, is that really you?" I ask. His eyes scan my face. "Yeah, it is." He says. I don't know if I can trust him, but I do anyway. I sigh and hang my head. "I had Tris appear at my doorstep, and it turns out it wasn't her. Only a messed up joke." I explain. Caleb winces when I mention her name. I study him closely. "What is this place?" I ask. He looks around the room. The stone walls surrounding us are covered in dried blood. Beneath Caleb's shackles are dates and tallies carved into the wall. "Eric's new torture compound." He says. I furrow my eyebrows. "Torture compound?" I ask. Caleb nods and turns to me. His eyes are large, full if terror. "I've heard some of the other prisoners talking," Caleb says, lowering his voice "Apparently they brought Tris back." I stare at him for a moment. The real Tris? Or another clone? "Brought her back, like Eric? Why would they do that, I mean. What are they doing to her?" I ask, curious for more information. Caleb hangs his head, a tear streaming down his cheek. "What they're doing to everyone else here. Only worse." He says. My chest tightens. The torture compound. Only worse. They're torturing her. My head spins and then I head it, and apparently so does Caleb, because he winces and says something I can only just hear. "This happens every day." A high pitched scream. I try to stand but my shackles pull me back to the ground. I need to get out of here. I need to find Tris. I've got to.