Thank you guys for the support so far! I'm not one of those people who will say 'No chapters until I get _ reviews'. I do this because it is entertaining and to get writing experience. I do not do it to get people to read it, even though that is fun. I'm sorry about the broken links, which sucks; I really wanted you guys to see the links. I think I can post them in my Author Bio so you can see them there. Now, onto the disclaimer, Christina, take the stage.
Christina: She doesn't own Divergent, Veronica Roth does. She however owns the initiates.
Thank you Christina, now, onto the story:
The mystery person was (drumroll) Four/Tobias!
"None, I just wanted an excuse to talk to you," Four says matter-of-factly.
"Oh, then I must be getting back to work," I say, beginning to stand up.
"No, stay. I actually was going to ask you if you wanted to move in," He says.
"Of course," I say. Tobias smiles.
"Thanks! And, will we need an extra bedroom?" He asks. I wonder if he's talking about a bedroom for children, or for guests.
"Probably, but you need the contractors for that, they're next door," I say. Four walks out and into the contractor's office. I walk out of the conference room and begin to work on sketches again.
"What was that about?" Fawn asks as I take my seat.
"A personal issue I needed to take care of," I say as I begin to think of what to draw. In the end I decide on drawing a Ferris Wheel. I carefully draw two people climbing it. One is a young girl, the other a young man. I smile as I draw the man with a worried expression, it almost seems like he's afraid of heights.
The girl looks determined, and not willing to give up no matter the circumstances. She has a ponytail over one shoulder and a paintball gun slung over the other. Before I know it my workday is over and it's time to head to our apartment. Just as I exited the art studio, Four texted me.
Four: I packed your stuff and brought it 2 the apartment.
Tris: Thnx. I'm gunna pick up some dinner. What do u want?
Four: Chinese takeout.
Tris: fiiiiine. I'll b back in 30 min, luv u.
Four: Luv u 2.
I ran to the Chinese Restaurant and grabbed our food, then hurried back to the apartment.
"Why hello there," A voice said. The next thing I knew there was a cloth tied around my eyes and a gag in my mouth and I was being dragged off somewhere.
I wake up in a cold cell, my only company being the drips of water on the ceiling. I should've known it wasn't Four on the other side, he couldn't have taken my stuff home, he was at work. I mentally slap myself and examine my surroundings. My hands and feet are tied together with thick rope. The blindfold is removed, but the gag is still in place. The room is small and made of stone. I can see a metal door with bars and keys on the other side.
I notice that my boots, and the knife concealed on my leg are still in place. I carefully attempt to grab the knife, failing miserably. With my hands tied (in front) I can only fumble with the knife, not grab it, at least for now. I try again and again, and after the 10th try I am successful. I fumble some more until I can saw the rope on my wrists apart. That leaves me with my legs.
I quickly saw the rope on my legs apart and pull out my gag, then return the knife to its original place. Now to deal with the lock on the door… I notice a small glint out of the corner of my eye, a bobby pin that I used to sweep some hair out of my eyes. I take the bobby pin and fiddle with the lock until it opens, then find myself in the outer room.
It seems like no one's guarding so I sprint out of the room and into the adjoining hallway. I pant, noticing how thirsty and hot I am. I turn a corner and appear in the pit, surrounding by people. I continue to run until I reach Four's door and knock gently. I hear loud arguing inside, followed by the sound of footsteps coming closer to the door.
"Tris," Four says as he hugs me tightly.
"What-What happened?" I ask, still dazed.
"Al…. He um…. He kidnapped you thinking he could make you like him," Four replies solemnly.
"What happened to Al?" I ask. Four has a guilty look in his eyes and I begin to get worried.
"They found him in the Chasm," Four says. I don't feel bad about Al's death, after what he did to me.
"Did someone push him in?" I ask. Al was not the type of person to jump in; at least I think he wasn't. I didn't know him very well anyways; we didn't share much personal information with each other.
"They don't think so, though they're not positive. It just happened, so they're still checking the security footage. I didn't want to check the security footage, even though I work at the control rooms, so someone had to volunteer," He says.
"Alright. I'm really tired, I should get heading to bed, I had a long day," I say as a large yawn escapes my mouth. I quickly wash my makeup off and get into a pair of PJs (a shirt and shorts), then brush my teeth. I jump in the bed, and then pull the comforter over my head.
Right as my head meets the pillow I fall into a deep slumber, but a peaceful one. No nightmares haunt me tonight, all I feel is a weight being lifted off my shoulders.