Tris yawns quickly, trying to make no noise, as Four turns his back to her.
It was 11:30 p.m. now, and she'd literally kill herself 10 times if Four caught her feeling sleepy.
She'd already done the mistake of letting her eyes close for a few minutes to rest the heavy lids, and allowing Four to think that maybe they should try tomorrow.
"Tris, Tris!" He'd called while shaking her.
Her eyes had flown open and she'd bit the inside of her cheek, hoping her voice wasn't raspy. "What? I was closing my eyes."
He'd narrowed his gaze at her. "If you're tired, It's not a big problem, you can rest and-"
"I already took a nap, I've got an extra hour or so of energy left. That's more than you."
He'd frowned, "Sure, whatever you say."
By the time Four turned around again and looked at her, Tris was acting like the hand near her mouth was just used to itch above her upper lip.
"Don't you think we should leave now?" She asks while standing up from her bed and grabbing her phone.
"Just a few more minutes, we have to make sure everyone is asleep." He answers while moving to sit on the sofa with a glass of water in his hand.
Tris unlocks her phone and aimlessly swipes at the screen, just to give herself something to be busy with.
She was wearing black leggings, and a black hoodie that belonged to Four. It was big on her, but Four had told her that they'd need to blend in the dark and shadows to keep away from cameras or people who might still be awake.
Like every romance book and movie, the girl would love the smell of the boy's clothes.
An expectation vs. reality situation.
Four had never worn the hoodie, the fact that it'd smell like a regular store-bought detergent was way more likely than Tris selling some type of oh-so-eye-drooping scent of cologne and warmth.
Tris begins to hum softly as Four places his empty glass back into the sink.
It takes a few moments for her to realize that she was humming the chorus of Glad You Came, one of the karaoke songs at the birthday party she'd last heard before 'the' phone call.
She immediately stops and bites the inside of her cheek. "Can we go now?"
Four sighs. "One more minute, Princess. It's 11:44."
"What's the difference? 11:45 is literally 60 seconds more."
He walks over to his own bed and grabs his phone. "When I was 20, I worked in a security job with Zeke. We were assigned the control room which is basically where you control the cameras and codes."
She hears his sentence, but for some reason gets stuck on the beginning of it.
"You were 20 then, how old are you now?"
He looks pretty surprised she's asking, considering the topic he was talking about a few seconds ago was cameras.
"21..." He says, drawing out the confusion he feels.
"I'm 19, two years younger than you." She informs while pursing her lips nervously.
A small smile crosses his face, hearing her uncertainty. "Yes, that whopping two-year gap really is insurmountable, isn't it?"
Tris frowns, a bit upset with herself for a poor choice of words. "I'm not trying to be self-deprecating, I just don't... get it..."
She trails off, confused. What was she saying?
His smile is small as he stares at her through eyes she cannot read. A blush fills her own cheeks, but he chooses to save her from her troubled thoughts.
"-Anyway, their system was really weird, you'd have to switch each camera you were watching through every 5 minutes or so. It was really stupid, seeing as a robber would need at least 15 seconds to run across an entire area, but that's how it was for their specific camera."
He glances at his phone, then back at her again. "Zeke and I notified our boss and told him about the cameras. He wouldn't even try to fix it, so we decided that we would. At night when everyone left Zeke disabled a camera and I began take it apart to fix the installed timings."
"Did you ever get it to work the way you wanted to? Manually switch from camera to camera?" She asks.
He rolls his eyes. "We were fired the moment he found out what we'd done."
"Really? That's stupid. Maybe you should've demonstrated how your theory worked." Tris tells him.
Four shakes his head. "He was a stubborn person, that's for sure. Didn't want to see anything."
Tris nods. "So what's the cameras gotta do with now?"
A corner of his mouth curls. "So impatient, I see."
Tris feels her cheeks warm again, but Four wasn't looking at her anymore.
"Basically, the point was that when I found out about the cameras here, they looked familiar to me."
Tris is silent so he continues, "They ended up looking like the exact cameras I'd worked with about a year ago. So to be on the safe side, if they were automatically timed, 11:45 p.m. rather than 11:44 p.m. would be when the cameras would switch."
Tris frowns. She'd never thought in so much depth. If it was herself having to go Team A's attendant, she'd have gotten caught ages ago if it weren't for Four.
"Speaking of which, it's 11:45 p.m. right now." He says while getting up and slipping his phone into the right pocket of his track pants.
She goes to open the door when he stops her quickly.
"Wait, take off your shoes."
Tris looks down at her feet, puzzled. "What?"
"I mean... whatever they are."
A smirk comes across her face. "Gladiator sandals." She teases. "Everyone knows about them, even Uriah."
She laughs quietly at his clueless face, having no notion of what she's even talking about.
After a moment he torpidly tosses her some black socks, and she catches them a bit confused.
"What are these for?"
"So we're quiet."
He slowly opens the door and slips his key into his pocket, same one as his phone.
Tris leans against the door frame as she slips them on. "Why do we need to be quiet?"
He gestures toward the halls. "If everyone is sleeping, and someone still happens to be awake, it'd be easy to hear. Which is why if we use our socks it'll make the possibility of someone hearing us slim."
"Do you know where we're supposed to go?"
He shrugs, smirking. "Thought you'd know."
Tris chuckles breathlessly and stands straight. "Okay, we'll find our way there then."
She exits the door first, feet sliding across the hard and cold floor.
"Where shall we go?" Four asks while slowly closing the door.
Tris glances around the halls. For one thing, it'd definitely be somewhere hidden where Group B wouldn't be able to see. In that case, no where near the cafeteria or the training room.
Tris turns her body the opposite direction of the cafeteria.
"Somewhere there, let's start walking." She says while gesturing forward.
Four begins to follow her as she drags her feet across the floor, secretly enjoying the feeling of sliding across like she used to when she was small.
Nevertheless, she could still hear the little thuds of her feet hitting the floor from time to time, though Four made no sound.
"How are you doing that?" Tris finally asks while stopping.
Four stops as well, preventing himself from running into her. "Do what?"
"How are you walking so silently? I thought you said with socks we'd be quiet. That I'd be quiet."
"But you are quiet."
"Quiet, but not walking like a freaking fox sneaking up to its prey."
Four hides his smile behind his hand. "Oh, that."
He's silent for a second before whispering again, like he's telling her a huge secret. Then again, maybe it was. "It's easy, just walk toe to heel, toe to heel"
He takes a step forward, first landing with the tip of his foot, then slowly bringing it down to his heel to demonstrate.
"Just keep doing that and you'll be fine."
Tris frowns but starts walking again like he'd told her to. Miraculously, it works.
They finally reach a two way turn, and Four quickly grabs a hold of her wrist to stop her.
She ignores the tingly feeling and tries to look at his face, though it's too dark to even tell.
"We should probably go right." He whispers.
Tris shakes her head, not knowing if he can see. "I was going to go left."
"But right is always right."
"Yeah, and this place is evil, so let's go left." She says before tugging her hand out of his grasp.
She hears him let out a breath before starting to follow her again, not far behind at all.
"Where are the cameras?" Tris asks quietly as she trails her fingers along the damp walls of the hall.
She thinks Four shrugs. " I don't think they're here, probably because no one would really come here, and it's too dark."
Tris nods and begins walking again, hoping her vision would adapt to the dark soon enough. It'd come to a point where she was blindly dragging one foot in front of the other.
She stops and feels Four brush against her back. "Can you start leading? I feel like I'll smack into something any second now."
He grazes past her before gently grabbing her hand and leading it to his hood. "Just hold on to it so you can keep pace, I kinda walk fast."
She tries to stifle a shudder that goes through her body, until he lets go and she feels a soft tug in her hand.
Tris starts to follow, but her mind drifts elsewhere.
"What in the world are you reading?" I ask while hanging upside down from my bed.
Caleb glances at me from his book, smiling at my genuinely curious face. Probably because for once, I really was curious about his BOOKS of all things.
"Adult stuff that you'd be bored about."
I immediately glare at him while flopping back onto my stomach. "I'm not a kid, I can understand this stuff."
"Bea, I'm just reading boring facts about the military."
I hold my head high, determined to prove him wrong. "That's... Very interesting, tell me about it."
He rolls his eyes and gestures for me to sit beside him.
I walk over and climb onto his bed, peering at the book he's holding with no pictures.
"Okay, read something from it." I tell him.
He looks at the book again. "The US military has a secret, nearly silent type of Velcro, which reduces the ripping noise by over 95%."
Surprisingly, I sit straight and look at Caleb, eyes wide. "Whoa, seriously?"
"Well, yeah, it says so here."
"So why do they wear Velcro? I thought they wore those... Combat boots or something."
He glances back at the book. "It doesn't have to be for shoes, there's backpacks and little things like that."
"Read another one."
"Wow Bea, what's up with you?" He chuckles.
I wouldn't blame him for his weirded out reaction, I can't remember ever being so thirsty for information about AMERICA of all things.
I hated Social Studies. But for some reason this was way different than learning about cave men and slaves and Native Americans and colonies.
"These are cool, I wanna know more." I finally answer, watching the smile never leave his face. He was actually feeling proud of me.
"Okay, let me find another-"
"Ow!" Tris gasps as she smacks into Four's back.
"Sorry! Shh, look." He whispers.
Tris peers past his shoulder and sees a door painted blue, easily standing out from the rest of the black halls.
"You found it!" She exclaims with a whisper.
"No, you did. But there's someone else in there, listen."
Tris closes her eyes and clears her mind from any previous thoughts. Then she hears a muffled giggle.
They both press their backs against the wall, hiding behind the corner of where the door is.
They hear the door open, a light fills the halls, and two shadows step out. One female and one male.
Tris brushes past Four and silently looks around the corner where the two figures are impossibly close to each other.
She flings herself back.
"What happened?" Four asks, worried.
"They're... Uh... displaying affection.." She answers under her breath.
She was a sucker when it came to PDA, call her modest or chicken, whatever, but she just felt uncomfortable whenever witnessing it.
Tris winces as she hears a sigh and a light growl. Involuntarily, she backs up and bumps into Four.
"Tell me when it's over." She whispers while shutting her eyes tightly and covering her ears.
Coincidentally, she can feel the light breaths of his brush against the back of her neck. She clenches her jaw as a pleasant shiver runs through her.
What was she doing?
A small step forward. Enough for him to not notice.
Almost 3 minutes pass.
He pulls her hands away from her ears. "The girl is leaving, looks like the attendant is a guy."
He doesn't let go of her wrist as he pulls her toward the now closed door.
"What're we supposed to do, knock?" She asks, trying to ignore the fact that he's still holding onto her.
"Well, yeah."
Tris, summoning effort, pulls her hand from his and curls it into a fist to knock.
"Wait, I'll do it!" He interrupts but Tris shakes her head.
"He'll feel more confident if I knock, no offense but you're intimidating to others."
He sighs.
"Wait, should I act intimidating or nice?"
"Definitely intimidating."
Tris frowns. "Okay... How about I be nice? But if all else fails, intimidating."
Her knuckles rap against the door three times before she takes a step back.
The door opens after a few moments. "Back so qui- Oh, who are you? You're not Myra"
Tris glances at the boy in front of her with brown tousled hair and light eyes. He had to be a year older than her, that's it. She was shocked from how young he was, no where near the age of Tori.
Damn, Group A had it good. For a second she wishes he was replaced with Tori, only so that they'd have a better attendant that could relate more to them with age, not give advice.
She glances back at Four who's suddenly giving a cold glare.
Nice first. Intimidation LATER.
She turns to face the boy again, but moves her foot back and gives Four a hard kick.
"I'm Tris. And that's Four." She answers while gesturing behind her. "Can we come inside?"
The boy looks at them in confusion before stepping aside. Tris smiles, trying to put as much warmth and softness into it as she can muster before walking in. He had to think they were good, not bad.
It was only when they were both inside, and he'd closed the door, that his eyes widened with realization.
"You're wearing black?." He asks aloud.
Tris shifts. "Yes, we needed your help."
His eyes narrow. "Me? And are you crazy?! Haven't you read the rules? Immediate disqualification."
"There's no cameras here, how would they know?" Four speaks up, his voice challenging, daring him to suggest that he'll tell on them.
He doesn't.
Tris sneakily looks at Four, giving him a narrowed gaze saying, 'shut the fuck up and let me talk '
"What's your name?" Tris asks.
"Edward." He finally answers. "Why are you here?"
"We just need to ask a few questions and we'll be out of here." She tells him, noticing his accusing look.
He frowns, but gestures toward the sofa. "Take a seat."
She quickly heads over and sits down, with Four deciding he'd rather lean against the arm rest next to her.
"I imagine you're wondering why the hell your enemies are sitting in the same room with you seeking for your help. The simple answer is because our own attendant won't spill." Tris says, stopping Edward from saying anything.
He tilts his head, then nods for her to go on, confused.
"Firstly, are you going to keep this... interaction, a secret?"
Edward leans against the wall, studying Tris and Four stiffly, until his eyes narrow.
"Never."
The sunshiny personality has now been thrown right out of the window. And the intimidation has begun.
Four meets Tris's eyes, silently asking if he can talk, but she lets out a breath and very slowly shakes her head.
Now what, genius?! You're said to have been smart and clever, where is it now?
Tris shifts, casually leaning back against the cushions and crossing her legs lazily.
She had an idea.
It was absolutely sickening.
Four raises his eyebrows, noticing her nervous expression.
She quickly masks it before Edward notices.
"Fine. What a shame for that girl... Myra, she was pretty nice. She's in Group A, so taking away a life from the enemy wouldn't hurt."
Try saying that in your normal life.
Like lightning, his eyes widen, then turns into a pressuring stare. "Don't you dare lay a hand on her or I'll fucking m-"
The love and pain and rage was so overwhelming, that for a split second, Tris wishes she could be loved like that.
"As if I can't take someone like you." Tris flares back. "You don't know what I'm capable of. But surely you, of everyone, would know that whatever we can do has absolute skill... And great violence. Unless you have no clue where we are?"
He is silent as she speaks.
She hated acting cocky. Her 'skills' were probably no better than him.
Then, with a deadly quiet voice, "A few questions. No ratting us out."
Pause.
"And if you do... You'll never love again."
Her hands were shaking behind her back from saying a threat as horrific and murderous as that. Maybe she really was a killer with a cold heart, speaking of taking a life away like a flick of the wrist. But she couldn't imagine actually doing it. Killing the innocent was horrible.
... But was he innocent?
He actually looks a bit fearful. "Okay, ask the questions."
"Will. You. Rat. Us. Out?"
"No." Without hesitation.
She leans back, suddenly blank. What was she doing? Why was she doing this? How did she get here? Was he scared of her? Did she look like she was going to kill him?
"Why are we here? Of all people, why are we, specifically here?" Four ends up asking with a bitter tone.
Tris tries to slow down her breathing from that stupid panic attack as Edward struggles to answer, hesitating.
"We don't have all day." Four breaks the momentary silence. "Answer."
Edward shakes his head. "A majority of you have special reactions to everyday activities that no average human would have."
He says this, voice cracking, like Four is holding a gun to hi head and threatening to pull the trigger.
"So you're saying we're not normal, we're inhuman." Tris states, trying to get him to elaborate.
"No. I didn't say that. Okay, here, hold on."
Edward shakily grabs two pieces of paper and two pens. He walks over and hands one of each to Tris, then Four.
"There is a huge, crazy, wild dog on the loose. You've been given two things that'll help you. Either a generous chunk of cheese, or a knife. What will you do to keep it from harming you?"
Four and Tris quickly glance at each other, sharing a look, before slowly picking up their pens and scribbling down their answers.
"Done?"
They both hand it to Edward, and he opens Four's first.
Lure him in with the cheese and kill him with the knife
"I never said you could pick two."
"And you never said I couldn't. You asked me for my response, that's exactly what I'd do." Four answers, crossing his arms and leaning against the arm rest again.
Tris wrinkles her nose.
"What's up? Wrote something else?" Edward asks.
She nods, too fast.
He slowly flips the paper.
Become friendly with the dog. Make it smell my hand. Make sure not to anger it.
"That wasn't any of the choices."
Tris shakes her head. "I know," she says, defending herself. "But why? Why do we need only those two things? What'll cheese do alone? The 'crazy' dog'll eat it and then what? And the knife wouldn't help either when it can run faster than you and possibly bite you."
She shrugs her shoulders. "But Four had a good point too, luring the dog in and catching it off guard."
Edward nods, face no longer fearful but calculating. "So you're the rebelling stubborn one-"
She opens her mouth.
"And the selfless one. You don't even want to inflict pain on the animal."
"It's not like I can't, it's just how I'd react then. But I'd cause... violence if needed."
"Now you're making me look like a horrible man, killing animals and all." Four tells her quietly with a small smile.
She smiles back quickly, but then it dissolves as she turns to Edward again who has his back turned, fiddling with his desk.
"Well, why'd we just do this?'
"Because he was showing our unique reactions to a stimulus or whatever?" Four guesses smoothly.
"Right on." Edward nods turning back round to glance at them. "See, the average person would've have picked either A, or B. You guys have picked, 'other' even though it was not even listed."
"Seriously?" Tris huffs. "That's why we've been kidnapped here? Most stupidest reason! I would've thought of what I did if I was seven!"
A shake of a head. "Just one very basic reason to help you get an idea. There are more. But you need to leave now, it's almost 1 am. There's a game tomorrow, I'm not sorry if Group A wins and you lose. But this does NOT make us friends, don't risk coming here again."
Tris stands up, and something in her forces her mouth shut from any rude comebacks. Four follows close behind, but she stops suddenly and glances back at Edward who looks preoccupied with something.
After realizing she's still standing, all he does is raise his eyebrows, and then she turns and walks the rest of the way out the door with Four slowly shutting it closed.
She was feeling drowsy... And very, very, very tired all of a sudden.
The bed sounded great.
BANG!
I shriek as this sound booms through my ears, and I shoot off the sofa I was resting on.
Mom comes in, looking frantic. "What happened, Beatrice?"
I take shaky breaths. "I heard something!"
The tears come, and she gathers her arms around me.
But this does not feel safe and warm, this does not feel like my mother.
"Hush little baby,
Don't say a word.
And never mind
That noise you heard.
It's an imaginary beast
You dream of under your bed.
The one in your closet
The one in your head."
I pull away, horrified, and then a blue car slams through the glass and blood is everywhere.
My mother's head rolls and smacks my neck.
And a sound pierces through the night.
My screams.
Tris whimpers as she slowly sits up, neck aching, shirt drenched with sweat.
Her vision refocuses to reveal that she'd been sleeping in a uncomfortable position on the sofa.
When did I get here? She wonders, panicked.
She winces as she moves her hand up to hold her aching neck, and she inhales a sharp breath.
Something hard. There was something hard and circular on the back of her neck.
In 5 seconds, it hits her.
Edward fiddling with his desk. Looking preoccupied. Feeling drowsy.
When... How did he do it without her noticing?
She feels the lump in her throat. Do. Not. Cry.
I'm such a fucking idiot, why did I trust him? How could I possibly have been so stupid to ask for help with the opposite group?
He had somehow gotten the small object on the back of her neck, and like a sleeping drug, she began to feel tired. It had knocked her out.
But... What about her dream? What was that about?
Why did her mom have to die? And in all worst possibilities, a freaking car?
She couldn't help it, she really did feel like crying. Was this supposed to be life saying that she could never forget, even for a day, about how her parents were killed from a car? Was she never going to be able to forget for just a moment that the car accident was her own fault in the first place?
Tris reaches for her phone and glances at the time. 7:10 a.m.
6 hours of sleep... Or being knocked out.
She looks at the screen and feels a shudder pass her body.
Time Until Next Mini Game: 4:13:22
She looks at Four, suddenly wondering if he'd gotten knocked out as well.
Four was still lying down, blanket resting on his chest, one hand resting on his stomach while the other was near his head.
She watches him, and for a split moment she gets this feeling of wanting his arms around her, comforting, scaring the nightmare and memory away.
She still couldn't figure out what the horrifying dream meant.
Why. Did. It. Have. To. Be. Her?
Tris unlocks her phone and for some reason opens her notes. Trembling with fear, she writes the whole poem that she'd heard, making sure to include word for word, letter for letter.
Maybe Edward had gotten the circular object onto her neck the moment she'd stayed just for a few seconds more. That was probably all the time he'd needed.
Tris forces herself to stand and walks over to Four, placing one hand under his neck gently.
His skin was so soft and warm, she wishes...
... She hadn't felt the certain round object on the back of his neck too.
"Four! Four! Wake up, please!" She gasps while shaking him.
It was her fault. God knows what they were drugged with. It could be more than just a sleeping drug. Maybe it's a device, or something Edward can access? Or maybe they've been given a serum even worse?
"W-What?" He suddenly groans sleepily with a yawn.
Tris jerks back. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know that when we went- at all- that-"
"Tris, what? Slow down. What happened?" He asks, tiredly getting up.
She tries to regain from her shaken composure, but can't muster the strength to drive the hopelessness, anger and fear away.
His face of concern sends her over the edge.
Her dream, the unknown object, the risks, all her fault.
"N-nothing."
But the tears are slipping down her face.
"Hey, Tris, what's wrong?" He asks while getting up, blocking her from moving away.
"It was just a freaking nightmare, nothing, it was stupid." She says, trying to find a way past him.
"No, nightmares are not nothing. What was it about? Why are you crying?"
She shakes her head, hair falling in front of her face as a shield to stop him from seeing her stupid tears.
"I don't want to talk about it." I'll never ever ever want to talk about it. Ever.
Surprising her completely, as she finally gets past him, he catches her in an embrace. Too tired and defeated, she slumps spiritlessly against him.
Four was practically holding her up, one arm around the waist, the other near her head.
"I'm sorry, if I'd known- if I'd thought with common sense and- I- It's my fault because- device and-"
"Tris, shh. Slow down. One sentence at a time."
Her breathing is hard as she buries herself into the crook of his neck, but he doesn't say anything, nor does he push her away.
"Edward. He's drugged us. On the back of our necks there's something there. Maybe there's more than just the sleeping purpose, but I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention."
He pulls back and slowly turn her around. She takes a shaky breath as he pushes her hair from her neck to one side, and runs his fingers over it.
"Hold on." There's a click and suddenly it's in his hand, in front of her. "See? No need to panic, we could take it off."
He does the same with his own, then holds both in one hand. "We'll take a closer look at these later, okay? It's not your fault, if anything, I should've noticed, I was right behind you."
She stays quiet, staring at the two round objects blankly. "He promised. He promised he wouldn't rat us out."
Four slips his arms around her. "Edward didn't rat us out, he probably just got scared and drugged us. But we're fine now, you and me both."
His arms tighten around her, and she lies her head against his shoulder.
1 minute.
She feels safe, with his heart pounding against hers.
2 minutes.
The tears are starting to subside, and she feels him rest his chin on her head.
3 minutes.
She takes a final shuddering breath-
And pulls away.
"The next mini game is in four hours..." She blows air from her puffed up cheeks and looks him in the eyes.
"Okay."
"Aren't you scared?" She whispers.
His smile is small. "No, right now I'm just worried about you."
She roughly wipes at her damp cheeks, drying them. "I'm not crying anymore. I was just overwhelmed."
She didn't mean for it to sound like she was snapping at him, but it did.
"I wasn't making fun of you," He says faintly. "But I'm glad you're okay."
She turns around, avoiding the concern in his eyes. "Yeah, I'm okay."
"Do you... Wanna talk about what's going on in that unique mind of yours?"
She shakes her head and crawls onto his bed, already feeling the warmth from earlier.
"Your bed is right there, Missy." He laughs, gesturing ahead.
She leans against his headboard, letting her eyes fall closed. "And?"
He sighs and she senses him moving toward her, but at the last minute he changes his mind and heads toward the fridge.
Tris opens her eyes half-way.
"Four?" She whispers.
"Hmm?"
"Do you... Do you think we'll win today?"
Four looks back at her with a tender, yet heart-rending stare. "Anything can happen."
She frowns.
"...But let's hope we do win." He adds, seeing her uneasy expression.
She watches as he pulls out a water bottle, and two fresh apples from the fridge.
"Four?"
He heads back to her again, handing her an apple after washing it at the sink.
She grabs it, staring at its fiery ruby red color, the same intense color as blood, the same violent color as the button.
"Yeah, princess?"
"What do you think happens if we... If we lose?"
There's silence. Up until now, that was a question that never really was answered properly. Tris is surprised she'd never even considered it.
His expression becomes hard and dark. "I... I have no clue. But I'm betting my life it's not good."
Tris feels her eyes narrow at him, clearly noticing the way he's trying to put the words easy for her. Again, she hated the vulnerability, and how you could be treated like a kid who doesn't understand English if you show any fragility.
She runs her finger over the apple, watching the droplets of water combine with each other and roll off the fruit.
"The game is called Survival of the Fittest."
Four looks at her, with a raised brow, and Tris can practically feel the dryness in her voice.
"They won't stop until a team has dominated the game. Until each member from the losing team is gone... or dead."
He exhales. "Didn't want to put it like that."
"Yeah, well life is always gonna be a bitch, so accept it." She can recall the time she'd told him this sentence like it was just yesterday.
Her tiny smile is a bit of mixed amusement and glum.
He smiles back the same way.
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