Plot Twist Prepare yourself A bit confusing at first I know but it makes more sense later on. Song- Monster by Imagine Dragons(I love the beat) A little to do with the chapter but I love the song so.. yeah.
Tris POV
The moment breaks to the song Im Low On Gas And You Need A Jacket by Pierce the Veil. I sigh and drag the phone to my ear, still sitting up on Tobias's hips, he groans but I hit answer.
"Bea we have one the Feds called on him this morning. Sorry about your apartment baby girl but we need you in the other guy is on break" Tori says, I sigh, I've never met the other guy but I know he works just as hard as I do.
"I'll be there in ten minutes Tori" I say clicking the phone off. Four looks up at me with a raised eyebrow as I climb off him.
"What was that?" I panic for a moment, Christina knew what I did but- despite her candor past- knew not to ask questions I couldn't answer. I couldn't tell anyone about... what I did. The results would be disastrous.
"I need to go into- work" I lie brokenly wiping myself off. Stupid Girl I think to myself, I cant condemn anyone to what I do, and although I know no one could ever get an inch to hurt Tobias knowing that its my fault he would be threatened would eat me alive.
"At the restaurant?" He asks quizzically. "At midnight exactly?" I shake my head as my hands flutter around for my keys.
"Um- no another job" I say hesitantly, I am usually the best liar around- its all part of my job. But something about his deep blue eyes makes me want to spill the truth to him. But I cant.
"No you aren't" He tells me sternly. I gulp and peer up at his thickly muscled arms. "I cant tell you" I fire back with just as much candid in my words. He looks confused as I turn around.
"I can respect that" He yells for me. I let out a breath of relief.
"Thank you"
I straddle my black and red Crotch rocket before sliding on my helmet, more to hide my face then safety. I've done this so many times it was like breathing. I look back at the apartment Tobias took me too. It was huge, amazingly so. And underground fighter couldn't make enough money to have something like that could they? I shake the thought away as I speed forward. I screech to a stop at my Aunt Tori and Uncle Buds home, parking my bike adjacent to the gates, Both guards were playing catch with a busted up baseball. I smiled and jumped up to catch it. Max smiled down at me in the darkness of the night.
"Can I come in?" I asked, He laughed and punched in a fourteen numbered code, fourteen, the age I moved here and it would take a hell of a coder to be lucky enough to get the code in ten tries- the amount it takes before the system alarms sound and the booby traps capture whoever tries to get in. Trust me- sneaking out is nothing compared to trying to sneak in.
Of course it helps that only eight people on the face of the earth are trusted with it. Me, Zeke, Bud, Tori, Max, Harrison and "The Other Guy."
I walk in through the iron barbed gates and punch in yet another code to take off the lasers crowding the walk to the house. Once done I jog up to the front door, which ironically- is unlocked.
"Tor?" I shout out, my aunt runs up from the basement, grabs me and runs me down the stairs.
"I was so scared baby girl" Bud tells me- its hard to believe not much scares my Uncle. Or my Aunt or Zeke- or Uriah. But I nod gently. Zeke slaps a manila envelope on the table. The basement like everything else in the house is beautiful. Rich and expensive, the desk is mahogany and the lights are bright against the ivory.
"Who is it?" Tori and Bud have a system around the world, its an organized gang of sorts. We aren't illegal but our methods are. The federal justice system pays us to catch the worst criminals in the century and break them. Not lock them in a cell, but to break them- sometime in the ways that they hurt their victims. Im not talking about terrorists- although bad they aren't crazy, just martyrdoms. Im talking about the people that hurt people without a chance of fighting back, serial killers, cannibals, murderers, rapists and molesters. Usually the victims are people high in the governments children.
My Aunt took down Jeffery Dahmer and my distant cousin in jail murdered his with the end of a broomstick. It wasn't something I had even known about until I turned eighteen. I know its a sick way of justice but if you were a rich man with a daughter you loved- who was taken away from you, raped and murdered at the age of eight and you had the money to make the man who caused the little girl you loved pay dearly- wouldn't you? And that's why Im apart of all of this. I've talked to most of the parents, husbands, wives and relatives of this particular case.
"Stocker Broome (Sorry if that's anyone's name I made it up) murdered and molested nine children of three millionaires. Bounty hunters tracked him down but they cant get in. He's barricaded himself. We've found his habits and tonight, at Four exactly- he goes to am all ages club where he picks one girl or boy of ages under fifteen with rich clothing to take home with promises of tomorrow." Bud says, with haste clear in his voice.
"That's why you picked me over the other guy?" I reasoned. I could look fifteen with a compression brassier, and a few changes on makeup. "The other guy is 6"4 and as man it gets" That's all I know about the other guy. Other than he's the best at hunting and doesn't hesitate on the end of a trigger pointed at a guilty person. I smile and straighten out.
"Im ready when you guys are what's the profile? I left a friend that so kindly took me in when my apartment burnt down and guilt is creeping up on me" I say, Zeke looks at me oddly and I wonder if Tobias told him tat he likes me- he didn't probably. Someone like Four had enough girls to make Don Jaun green with envy. But I was his... girlfriend.
No, Stop, your at work Beatrice Prior.
"Grey eyes, blonde hair, crooked teeth and about 5"11. He has muscle but not much. Limited fighting experience- in fact one victim enrolled in Tae Kwan Doe as a beginner took him down long enough to get away." Uriah pipes up I nod and write it down. Tori dashes upstairs so I could change my outfit. I sigh and sit down.
"So who took you home?" Zeke questions, I look up at him nervously.
"Pshh it doesn't matter Zekey Bear' I say with a broken smile. Uriah snorts and Bud lifts an eyebrow.
"Don't Zekey Bear me" Zeke says sternly. "Was it a boy or a girl?" I cough as Tori runs down the stair.
"That's what your thinking about?" I try to put on an accusing tone. "We have bigger fish to fry Zekey Bear" He groans and Tori smiles knowingly at me.
I think she knows just about everything.
"Oh you'll tell me later Bumble Bea just you wait." I laugh and roll my eyes.
"I'll save you the aneurism Zekey, Four carried me to his apartment after I passed out from running into my apartment to grab a picture of my parents." I say simply, Bud spits out his water and I blush.
"He didn't have his way with you Bumble did he?" I recoil and shake my head violently.
"No- no that's not what happened at all I'll tell you after we get this psycho in jail" I say firmly. Bud starts laughing- which is a very good sign for a fatherly figure to do after he finds out a man with a reputation carried his daughterly figure home.
"C'mon Tris" Tori leads me to the small room I change in, I slide on the compression brassiere, a pair of leggings, with a pocket knife in the inside pocket, a pair of name brand expensive boots, which held a can of pepper spray and a revolver in them, a thin fitting name brand camisole, a pair of Louie Vuitton glasses atop of my head, a Rolex (I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE NAME BRANDS) watch with a small camera inside, a Dawn Levy leather jacket with a black butterfly knife, a Desert Eagle and a pair of handcuffs and a special ear piece to communicate with Uriah and Zeke, who would of course be close enough to see- but everything about missions were that the odds were the mission would be flawless. I smiled and turned the ear piece on.
The "gang" has been nick named Divergent and one of the men in our network made an insignia, which the FBI has jokingly stitched into the velvet of the earpiece. I roll my eyes as I plug them in.
"So what happened with you and Four?" My aunt asked I blushed to the base of my throat.
"I have a boyfriend" I said awkwardly, She squeals and I let out a giggle- only my Aunt could make such a noise in such a situation.
"I knew it!" She toed me out of the compartment room and to the main room.
"Bud you owe me two hundred fifty!" She yelled at him. He looked up and his face screwed up.
"Two Fifty?" Uriah, Zeke and Bud ask Tori smiles.
"Seventy-Five because she got a boyfriend that could beat you up" She puts down a finger as she rushes to grab a thin phone to shove in my jacket pocket. Im blushing like crazy, Bud snorts.
"Fifty says she got him before she was twenty Five" She says putting down another finger and texting Max probably to tell him to start up one of their many, many vehicles. I look up at her and Bud groans again.
"One twenty five because It was Four" She hands out and Bud hands her the money.
"That means..." Zeke growls and I look away.
"C'mon Bea couldn't you have gone for a doctor or like- someone whose a prude?" Uriah teases I stick my tounge out and Bud smacks both boys upside the head.
"Four is a fine young man- I trust him with Bea and I know much, much more to his reputation then any of you~now run along" Bud says, I blush deeper than I ever have before and Zeke rolls his eyes.
"Ready set go?" I voiced up Zeke sighs and I straighten my shoulders out, clearing my entire head with a hard blink as My uncle Bud wishes me luck. I don't need it. Not with what boils through my blood.
Revenge- even if it isn't mine.
I start off at the bouncers, who I just look at, they let me in above all of the belly baring girls around me. The thing about all ages Clubs- that's where all the pedophiles were. And the victims of course- were all too willing to be lead to their torture.
I spot Stocker easily, he's at the counter, no all ages club carries alcohol but still he sips from an alcohol flask, even in the neon lights I can see a vial of something- a roofie probably. I motion for Zeke and Uriah to split as I walk right up to him and order a drink. This place is nothing like were Christina took me too- where I had met Four. It was messy and discombobulated.
"Hey" I say cheerily looking up at him as I sip on water, he smiles crookedly at me and I see him, nothing is held back from the profile.
"Hey There Beautiful" He shoots back, I smile sweetly at him, a bile in my throat.
"How ya doing" I just want to get down to business. I don't want to stand here and look into the mask of a psycho. He senses my attitude and a predatory glint tinges his murky grey eyes. He is... peevish. Im glad Im the one he's taking because I don't want anyone else under those eyes.
"Great- tell me about yourself" And this is my mask, beside my red wig and brown contacts I have a back story, tonight I was Annie May, daughter of a senator.
"My name is Annie call me Anne Im sixteen my daddy works in the government- I came to blow off some steam. How about you handsome?" I say in a sickly southern accent, I have my accent, but the one I'm using is almost fake.
"Stocker nice to meet you Anne- it's kind of crowded in here isn't it?" I look around the room just to see Zeke and Uriah five feet away, looking at me, This was fast- it meant he wasn't taking me home. A bathroom murder- risky but it makes everything that much easier.
"True do you want to go" I nod my head at Zeke and Uriah as I stretch my neck out to play it off. "Somewhere less crowded"
He takes my hand- a bold move- his hands are like a girls, soft against my rough palms.
"Why are your hands calloused pretty girl?" He coos as he leads me down a hallway.
"Im a gymnast" Its not an entire lie- I've been in gymnastics but that's hardly the only reason.
"Flexible" He mutters, I pretend not to hear but the tint in his voice makes me want to vomit.
Zeke and Uriah follow close behind. We get to an completely empty room and he pushes me in. Zeke and Uriah stand just outside- I see before he closes the door. I turn to see him offer me the vial. He thinks I'm stupid.
"Drink it" He commands me, un veiling a gun. I see its not even loaded. I know he cant afford bullets- where he got the gun was beyond me. I put on a confused face.
"Why?" I asked, He shoves me against the wall.
"Drink the goddamn vial or Ill skin you alive" His mask is gone.
"But I thought we were going to have fun" This guy wasn't even trying to hide the glint in his eyes now.
"Im tired okay you whore? I just want what I want- your going to die either way pretty girl this way you'll at least cooperate" He seethes I get annoyed now, I know he's tired but I at least expected more of a fight from someone who killed so many girls. Oh well.
I reach inside my jacket and produce handcuffs jingling them in front of me.
"Nice try" I spit at him he looks confused but I take him down in a few hits, Zeke and Uriah bust in and we all carry him back, I notice vaguely that Stocker ripped my camisole.
"Tori and Bud have him" Uriah says tiredly. I nod and yawn.. Zeke hugs me as I stretch.
"I love you Bea- and I don't want anyone to hurt you okay? Im friends with Four and I want you to know that if he pressures you."
"Kick him in the balls jaw him with my elbow and run to you and Shauna" I finish for him. He smiles and rolls his eyes.
"Atta girl" Zeke says, Uriah however isn't nearly as big of a brother type and throws me...
A box of condoms.
I look up at him and he shows me a jaw breaking smirk. Zeke groans and hops into his car.
"Be safe Bumble Bea" He tells me.
"And remember- guys like it when you-" Zeke honks the horn while Uriah speaks with a coy smile, trying to shout over the car but failing and I cant read his lips. "In handcuffs in the bedroom" He finishes I choke on spit and he waves.
"Off to test your theory on Marlene?" I ask he blushes and I make an ewe sound.
I slide on my helmet, not bothering to notice how itchy my scalp is or how heavy and irritated my eyes are. I adjust my bike, kick the kickstand up, yawning exaggeratedly and stretching out my arms before I straddled the sport bike. I wave to Max and Harrison who just dragged a kicking and needlessly screaming Stocker to my Aunt and Unle. They wave back with smiles.
As I drive I think to myself that Uriah and Zeke are the two weirdest people I know- I don't know how Shauna and Marlene deal with it- well I know they talk and shop a lot- two things I've never had a pastime of doing.
I trace path of the way I came from Tobias's apartment and pull up, hopefully he wont kick me out until tomorrow- I couldn't afford to hope any more than that after all I did just walk out on him after agreeing to be his girlfriend. Despite it all- Im tired.
Of course between the time that I dropped off Stocker and now no one even bothered to tell me that I still had my curly red wig, grey contacts and ripped camisole on.
Long Chapter over 3,000 words! Is this to far out there? Is it confusing? Should I make this M rated? Review!