Insurgent: Traitor

Chapter 2

Marco is a character I created by the way, just to clear up any confusion.
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It hasn't been 20 minutes when Marco walks back in. He pulls me off the mat on the floor I call a bed. He pulls me up with my right arm, something Tobias would never do. I miss him.

"Do you remember what our deal was?" He asks like I could forget. "Your mine now."

I wince when he says "mine". Like I could be anyone else's but Tobias', with the small exeption of being my own.

He slips his arm around me and leads me out the door. I don't understand where we're going because we turned the wrong way to be headed towards Jeanine. Maybe she has decided to move her quarters, or maybe she is going to kill me... again.

No, when I walk though the doors Marco is leading me through, I find myself getting over a fit of deja vu. I walk in and see exactly what Marco had shown me on the small pocket screen earlier. Tobias being confined by five Dauntless Traitors. We start to walk past him and I find myself hoping he doesn't notice. No such luck because when he looks up at me, at us, meaning Marco and I, he looks enraged and scared. How he looks everytime he swoops in to rescue me. Like the position I'm in makes where he stands look like paradise. Marco catches onto this quick and stops adrubtly. He pulls me in for a long in-your-face sort of kiss. But again I don't kiss him back, I only tolerate him. I don't want to put Tobias through this but I cannot stand to let him die. The look on his face tells me he would rather be dead. I mouth the words, "I'm sorry," to him and shake my head showing him it's not what he thinks.. I hope he understands.

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Tobias's POV

I hear a door open but I can't see through the traitors who block my path. I remember training a couple of them just last year! When I get a clear line of sight what I see makes me wish I hadn't. A very sad Tris being guided by some guy I have never seen before. I wish I could scoop her up in my arms and take her away from this Hell. It is obvious these people have not been feeding her very much. She's lost alot of muscle and she is skinnier than normal. Usually her smallness makes her cute and it makes me feel like I could protect her from anything so easily, but now it's just a reality check from my already double-checked reality. This place is not safe for her and the thing I want most for her, eapecially now, is safety.

What I see next stops my breath right in its tracks. The stranger just pulled Tris in for a kiss-a tediously long kiss-and she's not resisting or pulling away or anything! In fact she just seems to be standing there absorbing it! Between the physical pain and the heartbreak of losing her to the Erudite and then being cornered like a wild animal, all of that combined could never amount to what I feel now. Watching MY Tris kiss another guy is a heart shattering, tear forming, weak muscled expeirence I never wanted to go through.

When they break she turns to me. I'm not even trying to hide the despair on my face, and she sees it too. Because next she mouths the words "I'm sorry," at me. Sorry?! That's all she has to say? Sorry for kissing another man right in front of me, especially in the situation I currently stand in.

I had forgotten about the guards until they start pulling me away. Tris and Mr. Steal-your-love have gone now, and have been gone for awhile I guess. The guards pull me into a barren room with absoutley nothing but blue walls and a door. I still have those words bouncing around in my skull.

Been gone for awhile. How long?