Bare Hands (Sequel To No Sympathy)

Decisions

Once I'm out of the musty smelling kitchen and into the massive cafeteria, I start searching for Tris and spot her sitting at a table in somewhat of the back of the room with her brother and an Abnegation girl.

I maneuver as fast as I can through all of the people either standing or sitting in the way and finally I reach Tris's table.

I plop down next to her, my heart rate still through the roof from my encounter with the annoying Amity in the kitchen.

"What happened?" Tris asks, obviously catching on to my pissed off vibe.

"In their enthusiasm to prevent conflict the Amity must have forgotten that meddling creates more conflict. If we stay here any longer then we have to, in going to end up punching someone, and the outcome is not going to be pretty." I look up and glance - more like glare - at several of the Amity that have stopped eating to stare at me. "You heard me." I say firmly. They quickly go back to minding their own business.

"As I said," Tris says, trying to contain a grin, "what happened?"

"I'll tell you later."I say just as the sound of footsteps is heard behind me. A large hand moves age rests on Tris's right shoulder. The one with the bullet wound. I immediately hold back from punching him. "She got shot in that shoulder." I tell Marcus.

He quickly takes his hand off. "My apologies." He says, sitting down next to Tris on the other side. I grit my teeth and stare at the table. I thought this fear had dissipated but I guess not.

"What do you want?" Tris asks him coldly.

"The other Abnegation and I have come to the conclusion that in light of the inevitability of more conflict in our city, we have decided that it is selfish to stay here, safe, while the rest of our faction gets destroyed. We want to go back to the city, and we would like you to be our escort."

I go over his request in my head. What will he get out of this? He has to get something out if it, there's no other reason for him doing things. But then I go over how it could help us, and I come to the conclusion that leaving Amity would most likely be the best way to go for us, being fugitives and all.

"What do you think?" Tris asks me.

"I think we should leave the day after tomorrow." I say, not taking my eyes away from the wooden table.

"Thank you." Marcus says. He then gets up and goes back to his Abnegation table.

Figures.

Tris scoots closed to me and wraps her hand tightly around mine.

She's here for me, even when no one else is.

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Im so sorry that this is just now getting up. I haven't been feeling the best today, plus it's Easter, so yeah. I hope you enjoyed it! Don't forget to leave feedback! :) Happy Easter! :)