❝ I knew, from that moment on,
that nobody could ever confess,
they love me, without the splintered thought of you
running through my mind.
Consciously or not, my soul will always be tangled
with you. ❝
Aurora Matthews, the daughter of Jeanine Matt...
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I didn't return to the rooms that night and instead stayed on Four's bed instead.
I felt a weight lean beside me on the bed and an arm that soothed my bare arm.
I blinked repeatedly to adjust to the light.
Being able to open my eyes fully I saw Four already looking at me, not in a creepy way though.
"What time is it?" I asked him as I touched his hand that leaned against my waist.
"Just after six."
I nearly felt sick to my stomach as I heard the time, but as I was ready to move back into the comfortable position I was in, Four began to speak up again.
"Come on, I'm going to show you something."
"I don't have a choice, do I?" I stretched my arms above my head.
I quickly got ready as what Four wanted me to see seemed important.
We walked out of one of the exit doors from the top of the dauntless building as we walked across to the other side of the wall.
"What are you planning on actually showing me?" I impatiently asked, stepping over a pillar.
"This." Four said as he looked out over the wall.
I moved beside him to see what he was staring at.
I froze.
"Erudite." I managed to say, still frozen from my position.
"Yeah, they are here every morning. I've been watching them for weeks." Four looked over again.
My breathing began to quicken as reality settled back in. However, Four didn't seem to realise my panic.
"They're loading in supplies, computers." He continued.
"No, they're not." I nodded my head in disagreement still staring at the people at the bottom.
I eventually looked back to Four as he brought something out of his pocket. It was the serums.
The serums I was scared to see one again.
"How'd you get that?" My tone more serious.
"They were loaded from the back someday, I managed to take one to get a better look. I think it's some kind of cognitive transmitter. You inject it like a serum. It's supposed to make you more susceptible to suggestion. As many as they have, they could create an army."
"How do you know all this?" I interrogated him.
"Why do they want to do this?" He asked me.
"To kill." I looked up at him.
"I have to tell Will." I worriedly said.
"Wait, why?" Four questions.
Before I could respond a man on the PA announced, "Attention. All initiates report for final testing. All initiates report for final testing."
