"Where are you, little girl, or should I say little agent? You know you will never escape this, Tris," he says, ugly scars that I made clearly showing on his face.
I hide behind my wooden wardrobe in my messed up bedroom. I hear my brother Caleb's painful scream. I sob uncontrollably.
"Come out while you have the time, Tris; now or by the time I slay your family!" I hear his footsteps up the stairs.
"No, Tris, don't come out!" shouts my mom and dad.
"Yes, don't, until I cut up all your family members," the ugly husky voice rings again.
It is silence, then a very painful scream of my mother and the sobbing of my dad. He must have done something to them! I run towards the sound only to witness my mom on the floor with a horrifying deep red scratch on her neck with blood still pouring from it. My dad has just fall to the wooden floor with a bullet hole on his temple.
Next thing I know, I bloody scream.
I wake up immediately on my bed, sweating profusely and screaming very loud. The curtain is still opened and the scorching sunrays shine on me. I calm myself down before registering the abrupt knocking on the door.
"Six! Tris! Are you in there? What happen? Open the door before I break it down!" a familiar voice shouts.
I sigh and walk out of the bed to open the door. That guy, the agent sent by Max, is standing in front of the door with a very worried expression and is also sweating profusely.
"What do you want?" I ask in a bored voice.
"What the hell happened? I heard you shouting," he says with concern clear in his voice.
"That's nothing to worry about, anyway, you have woken up everyone on this floor," I yawn.
"Well, they must have woken up before I even run to your door; it's twelve now," he grins.
I spare the last glance at him before shutting the door, and obviously, he won't let me get away so fast; his foot with sneakers is between the door and the wall.
I open the door again and raise my eyebrow.
"Care to have a lunch?" he smiles.
"No," I say and shut the door right on his face.
I walk into the bathroom to take a bath and brush my teeth. I then put all the scattered stuff on the desk and wardrobe but skip the boxes with picture frames.
2 hours have passed and he carpet is now visible again. My stomach grumbles. I haven't have breakfast nor lunch. I sigh, grab my bag, and walk out of the room with the key dropped into my black sling bag.
I walk out and see him standing in front, leaning on the maroon wall.
"I figure out you will get hungry eventually," he smirks.
"Good job figuring it out," I say and walk past him.
I walk down the apartment and into my car with him being my tail. He sits beside the driver's seat. I ignore the silence all the way to a mall called The Pit.
We walk into the mall and settle down in an Italian restaurant.
"Spaghetti bolognaise and chocolate shake," I say to the waiter after scanning the menu.
"Beef pizza and latte," adds the guy.
"What's your name?" I blurt out.
"What?" he frowns.
"This is unfair. You know my name, and I need to know yours," I fold my arms.
"Call me Four," he answers.
"I mean your real name," I narrow my eyes.
He sighs and hesitates before answering, "Tobias."