Divergent

Chapter 42

*Two Weeks Later*
•Four's POV•

My hand pound on the glass separating me from Tris. Just two hours ago she got switched into the room next to mine. She doesn't see me though. The double mirror makes sure of that. I can see her and hear her, but she can't see or hear me.

Her wrists are bloodied and bruised from the tight handcuffs. Her arms have barely any color to them, she's a pale white, almost like snow. The only thing that tells me she's alive is the redness to her cheeks. She's giving up, I can tell. Over the past two weeks she's been beaten and deprived of any food. Her small frame has gotten even smaller.

"Let her go!" I angrily shout at the cameras monitoring my cell. Anger taking over my entire being and I continue to pound in the unbreakable glass.

"Jeanine! She doesn't know what files you're talking about!" I angrily shout. My cell door slides open and Jeanine soon steps inside with two guards behind her.

"Tell me four, what do you know about the files?" She smirks.

"I know that they contain something against you. You're afraid." I reply with a matching smirk.

"I wouldn't be wearing a smirk if I were you... That fragile girl in the other room, is the person you love. And her life is in my hands." She warns.

"Don't you dare hurt her." I lowly whisper.
"Don't you see? She is hurting, and there's nothing you can do about it." She chuckles. My anger takes over and I throw myself at her. My hand grips around her throat and I push her against the jail cell wall. The two guards immediately grab for my arms and I squeeze her throat tighter.

A taser gets jabbed into my side and I grunt in pain. My hand drops from her throat and she straightens herself up as I drop to the ground.

"Interesting... You don't seem to have any of the traits your father had. Except for maybe his stubbornness." She huffs as she exits the cell.

The door starts to close and I glance up, "How did you know my father?" I ask through clenched teeth.

"That's for me to know and you to find out." She replies and the door slams shut. I pull myself off the ground and plop on to the squeaky cot I've been calling a bed for the last two weeks. I can't even complain though, Tris has been hanging from a ceiling for more than three days straight. There's nothing compared to what she going through right now. Tris' cell door opens and the back of a head shows up in the one way mirror. A very familiar head.

"Peter?" Tris quietly gasps in shock. Her eyes slowly stray from him and she stares at the mirror. She doesn't realize it, but I'm watching her, and her eyes are meeting mine. They move back to Peter and she glares at him.

"I should have known you were involved in this." She angrily spats. The door squeaks open once again and Jeanine enters her cell. My hands clench and I take a deep calming breath. There's a pistol in her hand, by the way she's holding it, I know she's been informed on how to successfully hit a target. Her target is Tris.

"No! Let her go!" I angrily shout. My side stings with pain and I force myself up. My hands slam against the bulletproof glass and I glare at the cameras.
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*Tris' POV*

Jeanine holds a gun in her hand. Her eyes are focussed on me, my heart rapidly pumps against my chest and I squeeze my eyes shut.

"Peter, un-cuff her." Jeanine chuckles in amusement. My eyes slowly open and Peter uses a key to unlock my sore hands. I drop to the floor and grunt in pain.

"Stand up." Jeanine growls. I do as told, fighting the pain. My head swims with clouds. I can't focus on anything except for the two people in front of me, and the pain that engulfs my whole entire being.

"Now.... You're going to shoot Peter." She states and tugs another gun out of her waistband. She shoves it into my hand and keeps her gun on me.

"What?" I tiredly mumble.
"Shoot him.... Or I shoot you." She repeats with a sinister smirk. Panic takes over and I gain back a small amount of my conscious.

"No!" I exclaim in protest.
"No?" She repeats. My eyes flicker to Peter, who stands stiff, his eyes are wide, he's scared.

"No, I won't shoot him." I reply as loudly as I can. My ribs throb with pain and I wince.

"What if I shoot the eaton boy? I've realized something about you. You're selfless, and that's what's going to get you killed kid." She sneers and I glare back.

"At least I have a heart-"
"Peter nearly killed you. Maybe if he actually finished the job." She replies and turns her glare to Peter. The hand I use to hold the gun shakes and I turn it so the barrel is pressed against my forehead.

"What are you going to do now? You can't hurt me, because I'm the only one that could possibly have a clue where my parents hid those files." I miserably chuckle as I switch the safety off. My thoughts trail to four and I silently prey that he won't hate me if I have to do this. Jeanine stares at me with anger in her eyes and she slowly lowers her gun.

"You won't do it." She challenges. My finger hovers over the trigger and I take a deep breath.
"Try me." I reply through clenched teeth. Before I can press the trigger a needle gets jabbed into my neck and everything goes numb. The gun falls from my hands and I drop to the floor in a heap.

Everything seems to happen in slow motion.

The door slams open, breaking into a million pieces, and dauntless soldiers come marching in. My eyes start to droop shut and the last thing I hear is my name being frantically called.