Slightly longer chapter today, and there will probably only be one more chapter left of this fanfic, which I am upset about because I am enjoying writing it. But I may be able to get two more chapters out of it if I try really hard, and believe me, I will.

Tris

When I wake up something feels different. I look around the room and nothing is different, the constant fluorescent light is still flickering, Tobias's jacket and my hoodie are still beneath my head, and then I realise. It's not my surrounding that are different, it's myself. I feel better, stronger. The serum must have worn off over night.

I sit up, throwing my legs over the side of the wooden bed, and rake my hand through my messy hair. It feels good being able to move freely and I take advantage of it. I stand up and walk around the small cell, stretching and bending.

Without the serum burning my veins I only now realise how cold it is in here. I walk over to the bed and shrug on Tobias's jacket, pulling the collar up around my nose. The jacket drowns me, the sleeves hanging way down past my fingers and the bottom reaching halfway down my thigh. I roll up the sleeves a few times so they are the right length and sit back down on the bed, with nothing to do.

I know trying the door will be useless, I remember when I first got here there was an electric pass code lock that could only be opened from the outside, and should someone get trapped in here, they had a special card that let them out. So with no windows and the door not an option, I lay down.

After half an hour I hear the door opening but don't sit up. I lift my arm slightly off my eyes and see two Erudite guards standing in the doorway.

Within seconds I have analysed the situation, noted where their weaknesses are and where it would be best to run. Before they can move any further I have got one of the guards on his knees and am flying past the other down the corridor. I feel my blood burning with much needed adrenaline as I turn corners and bold past dazed guards.

I can hear the footsteps of about five guards behind me but they are drained out my the thumping in my ears.

Just as I fear I am slowing down I crash into someone's chest, arms are suddenly around me and there is a hand over my mouth. I start to struggle but am pulled into another small corridor leading off the main one, and I watch as the guards that were following me run past. I try to pull away from whoever has hold of me but the grip just tightens. "Hey, for god's sake stop struggling." I tilt my head back and see Tobias staring angrily down at me. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?" I ask as he lets go of me. "I'm-"

"It looks like your trying to get yourself killed faster!"

"What do you mean?" I almost yell. "I'm fucking escaping, why did you stop me?"

"Why did I-why did I stop you?! If I hadn't you wouldn't have gotten anywhere! Those guards would have caught up with you, taken you to Jeanine, and let her do whatever she wants! I had this all under control, Tris, I had a plan, and it would have gotten you out in two days if you hadn't been so stupid!"

I stare at Tobias in absolute shock; he was the one promising to get me out. I shake my head in disbelief. "Well what now?"

"Now I take you back to your cell, and we pretend this ordeal never happened. If they see me with you, they will think nothing of it, they think that because I brought you here that I don't give a crap about you, so they won't do anything."

I stare at him, waiting for the punch line, or for him to start grinning, anything to signal he's joking. But his face remains like stone. "W-what? No, you're kidding. I'm not fucking going back there, they will kill me." I pronounce the last four words slowly and clearly, to make sure my point gets across. I turn and start to walk away. "If you think you will be able to-"

"Beatrice," Tobias growls and I whirl round to him again. No one has called me Beatrice since my mother's death.

"What? What could you possible do, Four?"

He speaks slowly, carefully, as of speaking to a wild animal. "I'm going to take you back to your cell, and you're going to come willingly." I shake my head and begin to back away again.

"Fine," he sighs and lunges straight for me. I don't see it coming and before I know it he has pinned my arms behind my back and is holding my wrists together with one hand, the other below my shoulder.

"Let go!" I struggle in his grasp, kick my legs back but come into contact with nothing. "Tobias Eaton!" I scream as he pushed me out into the now empty corridor and along down to my cell. "Let me go right now!" I know all my screaming will attract attention but I don't care. "Please," I beg, trying in vain to free my arms. When his grip doesn't loosen I become dead weight in his arms and he grunts as I almost fall to the floor.

"Stand up," he says trying to pull me to my feet. "Tris, please stand up. I'm doing this for your own good, trust me."

Just then two guards, the same two that came for me before, appear and their eyes lock on me and Tobias. Jeanine follows swiftly behind them, her eyes glowing with rage as she and I stare at each other.

I feel Tobias stiffen behind me as I stand once again, deciding whether to lean back into Tobias, or attempt to pull away and gouge out Jeanine's eyes. Both options sound equally pleasant.

Instead I just stand and narrow my eyes at her. "Miss Prior," she says coming to a stop in front of me. "Trying to make a valiant escape attempt, are we?" In answer I attempt to lunge forward at her but Tobias holds me back. "Temper, temper," she says looking down at me. "Watch yourself, dear. You haven't had it half as bad as possible." And that makes me shrink back.

"Four," she says finally noticing him. "Good work."

I feel him nod stiffly behind me and his grip loosens ever so slightly on my arms, on purpose or by accident I'm not sure. But I take advantage and yank my arms free and start to sprint down the corridor once again. I hear Jeanine yell something and then two pairs of footsteps gaining quickly on my.

And then I'm being pushed to the floor, my arms painfully behind my back and my cheek pressed against the cold floor. I attempt to get up but I am being held down by someone heavy.

I hear tutting from somewhere above me, and then Jeanine is pulling me up off the ground by my wrists. She is a lot taller than me, and pulls my head back with my hair so I have to look at her. "I thought I told you not to try anything like that again," she growls into my ear. I glance at Tobias who is glaring at me wildly, a you've-really-fucked-up-now look on his face.

"I was going to send you back to your cell," Jeanine says, her uncomfortable grip still tight. "But I don't see the point now. Take her to my office." She shoves me and I stumble forward into the other two guards who grip each of my arms.

I start to panic as they begin to drag me away, why am I going to Jeanine's office? They usually take me to room 42, the one with the neatly chair, at least when I go there I know what to expect. "Four," I say looking at him. "Four! Four!" I scream as they begin to drag me further away. "Tobias!" I manage to elbow one of the guards in the nose in my struggle to escape but the other just grabs me at my waist and lifts me off the ground. I kick my legs anywhere and everywhere, at the guards knees, at his sides. "No!" I yell as my legs are grabbed and restrained by the other guard who now had a bleeding nose, and I can't help the smirk that crawls over my lips as he glares at me.

As he grasp my ankles I start to struggle again as they carry me down another corridor, one I haven't been down before, and eventually I give in and let them carry me. Suddenly, the guard holding my upper body stops and my legs are bent at an odd angle as the other fails to stop in time.

"I've got her from here," the holding me under my arms says, and his voice sounds faintly familiar.

"Are you sure? I mean, she broke my nose a few minutes ago." The other guard scowls at me and I bare my teeth back, attempting to kick out at him.

"I'm sure, I've got this." If he thinks that he's got another thing coming. I could easily take him down without even trying if he was left on his own. The other guard eyes me warily before dropping my legs unceremoniously to the floor, so my ankles whack against each other, turns and walks back down the corridor.

I wait until he is fully out of sight before I start to pull out of the guards grasp but just as I am about to start kicking he speaks again, and this time, there is no mistaking his voice.

It is Caleb.

Ohh! Plot twist!

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