A/N Hello there! I finally updated, yay. I've decided, unfortunately, that I will be deleting the Amity-Dauntless story. It wasn't getting the right feedback, and I didn't see a decent way to finish it. So, if you would like to read it, go ahead because it won't be up for much longer. Anyway.. Enjoy this chapter and leave some constructive criticism and ideas! As much as I love reading comments expressing how much you love the story, I would appreciate a little more than just "I love it. Plz update." Hope it's not too much to ask of you!
-Me :)
BTW: If you notice a change in writing style or anything, it's because I've been taking lessons in how to improve my literacy.
Spelling mistakes are natural, and keep in mind English is not my first language.
I AM NOT VERONICA ROTH, I DO NOT OWN DIVERGENT.
The light from the hallway is blinding. "Up. Now." A voice says. I blink a couple of times to focus my vision. Someone helps me up to my feet and pushes me out into the hall. "Keep walking, Eaton." A voice says, kicking my back. I groan and reluctantly walk down the hallway. The screams of people bounce around the room. I keep walking, trying to block out the horrible sound. My wrists ache from the shackles. My back hurts from being hunched over for so long. I look up from the floor. People in blue uniforms pass me, all holding guns. They are surrounding something. In the centre of their circle is someone, chained up like me. That's a lot of guards for one person. "Turn here." My guard says, pushing me towards a door on the right side of the hallway. I walk in, not knowing what I'll find. Eric stands in the centre of the room, cleaning a knife covered in red. He then sets it down beside various other utensils. He is sick. He is messed up in the head. A forced smile appears on his face when he sees me. "How lovely to see you." He says, motioning for the guard to leave. "I am hoping you had a good sleep." I scowl at him from under my eyebrows. I won't talk to him. I'm not telling him anything. "Listen, Four." He says, stepping towards me. "I am going to let you go. Ok? You are no use to me." I tilt my head up so I am looking at him fully. His hair is as ugly as ever and his piercings have multiplied. "You've got to be kidding." I say. He smiles again, setting a hand on my shoulder. I scowl and shake his hand off. "Now, now Four. At least you get to walk away freely. Some people don't get to! Like your little girlfriend." He says, smirking slightly. I glare at him. I'm too weak to fight him. "Where the fuck are you keeping her?" I yell. He lets out a low, hollow laugh. My fists tighten. "Do you really expect me to tell you?" He asks. I drop my head to the floor. "What are you doing to her?" I ask. I want to know. I need to know. He gestures towards the utensils. "Some modifications." He says, laughing. He then turns and begins walking away. "My guards will escort you back to Dauntless. Don't bother coming back, because if you do I can't guarantee your survival." He says before slamming a door behind him. Modifications. All of those guards. She was in the middle of them. I know it. "Alright, time to go Eaton." Someone says, grabbing my arms and pushing me out the door. I pay more attention this time, reading every name on the cell doors I pass. Then I see it. Cell number 6. 'Prior.'
I stop in my tracks, making my guard slam into my back. He tries to push me forward. But I won't move. Why the hell would they have names on the doors? "Move it, Eaton!" My guard yells. I take a step forward, but then I twist out of my guards grip and turn and face him. I don't recognise his face. I head butt him and he drops to the ground. I search his pockets for something, anything. I take his keys and a security card. I then try to open cell 6's door. Locked, of course. I try the key. My heart skips a beat when it unlocks. I slowly push the door open, making sure it's quiet enough the person inside can't hear. "Can't we continue tomorrow? I've had enough." A female voice says. Even though she has been through hell, her voice is so strong. She is sitting in the shadows on the other side of the room, her head facing the wall. I take a few more steps in. "Sorry, but we are in a rush. It's now or never." I say, slowly making my way towards her. Her body trembles. "I've had enough. I can't handle it any more." She says quietly. I am standing right behind her now. Her hair is messy and all over the place. Her small, delicate hands shake slightly and one of them is bandaged up. I crouch down beside her and unlock the shackles. "It's time to go." I say softly. She quickly turns and faces me. Her face is so bruised. A tear makes its way down her purple cheek. "Tobias." She chokes out. I wrap my arms around her. "We need to go. Now." I whisper into her hair. Her body shakes. I let a few tears stream down my face. I then break out of the hug and look at her. She smiles and stands. Wincing. I look at her bandaged hand. "What did they do?" I ask quietly. Her smile fades, and she slowly unravels the bandage. I take her hand in mine and inspect it. Even in the darkness of the room I can clearly see four finger nails missing, and half of her pinkie is gone. "Did Eric do this?" I ask. She nods. I let out a sigh and lead her out of the room. The hallways are literally empty. I drag my guards body into the cell. I then strip off his uniform and give it to Tris. "Put it on." I instruct. She nods and quickly puts it over the top of her tacky prison uniform. I take her arm and leave the room, locking it behind us. She winds her fingers around mine. "Caleb is in here, did you want to get him now?" I ask her as we pass B section, where Caleb and I were locked up. She shakes her head. "Later. We'll come back for him." She says. I nod in agreement. Now we have to find an exit. I glance around the hallway. The white walls and floors are a bit too bright for my liking. A sign hangs up above our heads. 'A section AHEAD. Exit AHEAD, RIGHT.' "Oh." I mumble. "Exit is this way." I say, pointing in the direction the sign says. I hurry down the hallway and laugh to myself about the strange absence of guards. They have prisoners and literally no guards. Smart one, Eric. I turn a corner and run towards a door at the end of the hall. Tris follows close behind. I push it open and the sun light shines in my eyes. That was too easy. Tris lets out a relieved laugh. She spins around a bit in the sun. "It's been years." She says quietly. I watch her as she looks around. Her eyes are just as I remember them. Her tiny figure is still as perfect. I take her by the arm and guide her to the train tracks. "Time to go home." I say.
"So, someone tried to disguise as me, to kidnap you, to get back at me?" She asks, clearing up the story I just told her about everything that has happened. I shrug slightly. "That's what I think, at least." I say. She nods. Her eyes glued on mine. The wind from the train blows her hair across her face, slightly covering them at times. Her eyes then drift down my face, down my neck, along my arms, across my chest. "Were you always that muscular?" She blurts out. I laugh and drag her across into my lap. She curls up in my arms. I then hold her injured hand. "I'll kill him for doing that to you." I say quietly, but sternly. She chuckles. "I'll help." She says, tracing her fingers with her other hand. "He purposely tore off four of them." She explains. "I guess it's obvious why." I nod, tracing circles on the inside of her hand. "I'll tear off all ten of his, and his toes too. I'll cut off all of his fingers as well, while I blow torch his pathetic excuse of a penis." I say coldly, but jokingly. She laughs nervously, stroking my hand. Her laugh immediately fills my heart with joy and warmth, like it never did with fake Tris. I look out the train door. Rain drops crash against the roof of the train. It's sort of calming. I then notice the familiar building you pass before you reach the main entrance of the Dauntless compound. "Uriah is back, by the way." I say in her ear. Her eyes widen. She squeezes my hand.
"Really?" She asks. I nod.
"Yeah, at least I think it's him."
"Oh, right." She frowns. I smile and stand, pulling her up with me. Her arms weakly dangle by her sides, and her eyes stare off into the distance. Every now and then she twitches. I can't even imagine what they've done to her. "Time to jump." I say, pulling her towards the door. Rain drops crash against my face, blurring my vision. I wipe my face with my sleeve, in time to notice the jump is only meters away. Tris dives, and I am pulled after her. Rain splashes on my back, dampening my clothes. My hair slumps over my eyes. Tris stands a few feet away, staring up at the sky. Her eyes are closed and she is whispering something to herself. I can only make out a few words.
"I'll see you soon." My stomach churns and I grab her wrists.
"What are you talking about?" I ask.
She smiles. "What?"
"Seeing someone soon?" My grip tightens. "Explain, please."
A laugh erupts in her throat, but she winces and drops to the ground, clutching her chest.
"It's not my parents if that's what your asking." I sigh and stretch my arm out, offering to help her up. She slaps my hand away and stands up on her own, clutching her bandaged hand. The rain is getting heavier and the wind is picking up. Tris doesn't even look effected by it. "Let's get moving, then." I say.
"Can't we stay out here a bit longer?" I sigh and nod.
"Sure, I guess." I reply. She starts walking over to the edge, where she sits and looks around. Her body all of a sudden shudders and she lets out a cry. "Stop! Please!" She yells. She falls backwards onto her back, tearing streaming down her already wet cheeks. I run up beside her. I feel useless, I have no idea what to do. "Stop it, please!" She screams out. "I've had enough!" I gather her up in my arms and shelter her from the rain. Her faces is screwed up in pain and her eyes have been glazed over. "I don't want to do this anymore." She whimpers. I pull her closer to my chest and plant a kiss in her lips. They are cold and wet, but I can still feel that pulse of electricity. "Tris. Hey, it's ok." I say softly.
"Tobias." She whimpers.
"Shhh." I whisper, kissing her forehead. Her body then lets out another shudder and she cries out again, as if it hurts her. "Tris?" I say quietly. Guilt rushes through me. I did that to her. I pick her up and look around. Her fragile body shakes in my arms. My eyes start to sting, and I run towards a door on the other side of the platform. Rain crashes against my jacket and I look down at Tris. She tightly grips my shirt with her good hand and lets out another cry. "Tris.." I say quietly "Fight it, I know you can."
The door came quicker than I expected, and is now less than a meter away. I think quickly and spin to my side just in time. My shoulder hits the door and I go crashing through. I drop to my knees and wrap myself around Tris. Her eyes open and stare at me. A smile spread across her face and the grip on my shirt loosens. I sit her onto the ground and stand. "You think you can walk the way back to my apartment?" I ask. She nods, and tries to stand. But her feet give way and she crashes back to the ground. Her face scrunched up. "I hate being like this." She says, "So weak and vulnerable." I stand and look around. The stairs are a long way down, there's no way I'm carrying her the whole way. "Hop on my back." I say. A grin spreads across her face. "On second though," she says, jumping onto my back, "I might as well stay like this." I can't help but smile as we, well I, begin the long path down to Dauntless.
Tris's grip around my neck loosens and she lets go. I grab onto her legs for a bit more support. "Tris." I hiss. She straightens up and lets out a yawn. Her arms slip around my neck and she nuzzles her head back into my shoulder. I keep walking, and begin to count the stairs. On my 127th stair I finally reach the door. Tris slips off of my back and leans against the wall for support. Her eyes are barely open. The door opens and the sound of the chasm fills the room. I grin and sweep her up into my arms. "Welcome home." I say quietly. A smile tugs at the corners of her mouth. But then she spots him. He is walking towards us. "Four, hey. I heard about what happened. I can't believe-" he says
"Get away from us." Tris chokes out. She wriggles out of my grasp and lands on the ground.
"What's your problem?" Peter asks.
Tris's cold eyes lock onto Peters.
"Hey, it's ok. He's one of us."
"Why did you bring her back?" Peter asks.
"This is the real Tris, Peter. Now shove off." I say, pushing past him. Tris lets out a snort as Peter stands there staring at her. "People can't come back from the dead, Four!" He yells. "It's not her!" I don't respond, I just keep walking. She quickly catches up to me and grips onto my arm. But she soon lets go, a pained look on her face. Whatever Eric has done, it's got something to do with me. I don't even need to look at Tris to know her eyes are locked onto my face. The heat of her gaze is overwhelming. "Do you believe him?" She asks. I look at her.
"I don't believe anyone anymore."