Allaya Natalie Eaton

Chapter Thirteen

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Tris P.O.V.

Today, I will be put on the new simulations, the ones that are much worse than before. I cringe at the very thought of something being more horrifying than facing your fears, is there even a such thing?

I try to sit up, but give up. My back hurts, since I've been sleeping on the thin, hard 'mattress' that I was given a while back. I lay down, letting myself relax for whatever time I have before I will be taken to the testing room. That's what I call it now, since that's what it is.

The door slides open, and the familiar sounds of hard, clunking footsteps fills my ears. I open my eyes, but don't bother getting up. If they want me to go somewhere, that I don't want to go, they can pick me up and carry me.

"Are we going to do this again?" A voice asks. It's not in a whiny tone, but in a 'matter of fact' tone. It's the same voice that I always hear when they come to get me.

"I guess so." I say, in a calm manner.

There are a total of three soldiers standing in front of me. I probably would not even be able to take out one, not with how weak I am right now.

"Get up." The deep, low, familiar voice says. He says it with force, trying to imply that it's not up for discussion, but it is.

"Make me." I spit. They can't make me get up, but they can carry me. There is a difference.

"Okay then, we'll do this the hard way." He says it as if I still have a chance, as if he was expecting me to get up and cooperate. I won't. I cross my arms, and relax my body completely.

Two hands, from two different people, grab onto my elbows and pull me up. I'm hanging in the air, inches away from the ground. My arms dangle down now, my body completely relaxed, even though it hurts. They begin to walk, but I begin to thrash, to make it harder for them.

They loose their grip, and I topple to the ground. I roll myself into a ball, tucking my arms in, as well as my legs. It would be hard to pick me up while I'm like this.

"Jacob said that if she does this, to take her to his office." An unfamiliar voice says.

"I know! Do you think I'm stupid? She's impossible to pick up, despite her weight!" They haven't been feeding me enough, and I've lost weight, lost muscle. I think they did this on purpose, to make me weaker, so I'm easier to handle.

"I'm sorry." The unfamiliar voice replies. 

"Pick her up, take her to Jacob's office..." Nobody moves, so he yells, "Now!" I hear shuffling, and hands grabbing at any visible part of me. Some people have my shoulders, some have my neck, legs, etc. 

I want to thrash, to make it harder for them to carry me, but I want to know what Jacob wants. Why he said to take me to his office. I let them take me to his office, not helping, but not making it harder for them to carry me. 

Jacob's office is at the very end of the hall, the farthest room from where I stay. I only know where four doors lead to now: Where I stay, the testing room, Jacob's office, and where my friends are being held, the ones I thought were dead.

Jacob's office is big. It has a large desk at the end, with papers stacked neatly on top of it. Two chairs sit in front of it. There is two small tables, one with a printer on it, and another with tissues, hand-sanitizer, etc.

I study every inch of the room, burning it into my brain. There are three pictures hanging on the far wall, evenly spaced between each-other. The one in the middle is larger. I assume all three, or one of them lead to secret spaces. 

Jacob sits behind the desk, his laptop shining light onto his face. He doesn't look up, but just says, "Beatrice Prior, sit down." He motions towards one of the chairs in front of his desk. I think he was expecting me, because he didn't react at all when the door opened.

"I would rather stand." I say, positioning myself so I look taller, though I am still short.

"Okay then." Jacob replies, this time looking up. He looks tired, like he's been up all night on his lap-top. I could see him doing that.

"Why did you bring me here?" I say. 

A small grin spreads across Jacob's face, barely noticeable. "Let's just say, I have a way for you to cooperate." My heart sinks. He found a way to make me do things, a simulation. I wonder if he's doing the same thing to my friends, 'testing' them. 

My heart sinks further when I realize: My friends...

They're the way to make me cooperate.

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Question Time!

1.) What do you think is the way to make Tris cooperate?

2.) Do you think Tris will be able to be saved by Tobias and the others?

3.) Do you think Tobias' and the others' plan will work? Will they succeed in finding where Tris is being held, and find her?

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