Trust Me, I'm Lying|| Eric Coulter

Fence Watch

Q&A
If you could have dinner with 3 famous people who would it be?
Jai Courtney, Macklemore & Ed Sheeran
*woah sausage fest much*
Song recommendation:
Carry On My Wayward Son by Kansas
Kens POV:
"Who?" Four asks concern written all over his face.
"Rebel. I woke up and she was gone. I looked literally everywhere no one has seen her" I try my best to keep quiet, but my emotions are running so wild I can barely think straight.
Why didn't you notice she was gone? Fuck, you need to find her Ken.
"Fuck" Four curses as he pulls at his short brown hair.
Everything was fine. She was in my arms a few hours ago sleeping peacefully, and now she's gone. I had one job and I couldn't even do that right. All I needed to do was protect her. Fuck my life.
"Please Four. She's not thinking straight, she'll get herself killed" I beg.
If Rebel does then there's no point of me living. Because a life without that beautiful disaster will be a cold and boring life. A life without Rebel wouldn't be a life at all. Everything will be dark, and there will no longer be any sunshine. As the famous song goes 'Ain't no sunshine when she's gone'.
"I'll get someone to go over the surveillance tapes from this morning. We'll scout the other factors. She couldn't have gotten far"
"We need to find her" I beg.
"Why are you so worried? If we're gonna do this I need to know" the very question stops my heart.
No one else but Thaddeus and I know the darkness that hides within her. She has so many secrets buried deep inside her heart to the point where anyone would go insane. If people knew the secrets that she carries they'd wish that they never knew them. The firs time I heard about her secrets I almost cut her off. But love overpowered me.  
I tug my hair tightly and let out a shaky sigh "The first time she ran away from her stepfather. She had a mental break. While she was out she ended up going on a killing spree murdering 8 men. The press called her 'The Bogeyman'"
I remember everything. The news articles and tabloids. The dead men spread all over the place. After that time I've never been able to rid of the strong metallic smell of blood from my nostrils.
"Because the murders would always occur at night and they'd find the victims beneath their beds tied up"
"That's what her stepfather would do to shut her up"
Days when I'd come home and see her crying on my bed covered in bruises and cuts. She was so afraid. She wouldn't let any man near her. Everything about her screamed crazy broken and damaged attention seeking teenager.
No one understands the pain that, that girl carries in her heart. Hell I still don't fully know what she's feeling.
"They said they were unable to find the person behind those murders"
"She's smart enough to cover her tracks" I sigh.
"Do you think she's a threat to other people?"
"I'm certain" I reply without hesitation.
"We have to go"
**
Half an hour later we've briefed the few people that we can trust & and are armed and ready to go. There are so any questions that need to be answered, but at this moment we don't have time to give the full story.
According to Four there's 2 AK47 caliber guns missing alongside a 22 caliber rifle and a bag of essential survival equipments. From what I've seen she can manage with just a knife, water bottle & a flint for fire.
The surveillance cameras caught her leaving the premises at 1:45am early this morning. Thanks to the stupid idiot that fell asleep at his post while on surveillance duty we've lost my baby sister. The tapes also show that she incapacitated the guards that were stationed around the exit sections near the train tracks.
Everything about this current situation screams suicide mission.
My heart is racing faster than a wild boar being hunted on a winter day. Deep down inside I know that this isn't going to be a walk in the park. I want to tell Four about what she's capable of, but the fear of what he may do to her is stopping me. He could kill her for all I know.
Rechecking that my bulletproof vest I quickly run to the front of the pack next to Four. His face is expressionless and his hands are squeezed tightly to the point where his knuckles are white.
Turning a sharp left a tall figure stops Four in his tracks. On his left cheek are deep scratches with slight bruising surrounding it. His eyes are a slight shade of red and his skin reeks of alcohol. God only knows that Zarah did that to him.
"Where do you think you are guys going?" He asks with slight anger in his voice.
"Fence watch" Four replies with no emotions in his voice.
"I didn't receive any information saying that anyone was authorised to leave the premisses"
"Probably because you've never looked at a filed report in years"
Burn bitch! He fucking got you man. Oh my gosh do you want some aloe Vera for that burn?!
Everyone lets out hushed "oohs" after Fours major roast. That bastard deserved it. I need to remind myself to never piss Four off, ever. I wish someone filmed why just happened, we could be so famous if that video went viral.
While everyone's laughing Eric gives us all his legendary death glare shutting us all up. He walks over to me and scans me up and down, suspicion and disgust written all over his face.  
"Where's your partner in crime?" He asks with an evil smirk on his face.
"I don't know" I reply acting like I don't care.
"You two can never be 100 ft apart from each other. Where is she?" He moves in closer, his eyes crushing my soul bit by bit.
I want to say something, but nothing comes out. I want to lie but there's an itch in my brain that won't let me do it.
Why'd I have to be born into Dauntless?
"She's sleeping in my room" Peter speaks up saving me from saying something stupid. Eric gives him a surprised look urging him to continue. "I found her wandering around the halls drunk so I took her back to my room to sleep it off" he says like it's just  a walk in the park.
For an ex-Candour he's really good at lying. But how? He's always such an asshole with all his truthfulness, he can't possibly be capable of lying. Unless after all these years he's just been lying and none of us have seen through his glass of illusions.
Eric walks excruciatingly slowly towards Peter in order to scare all of us "If I find out you've lied to me consider yourself cut" he says in a deep threatening tone that would make you want to crawl back into your mothers vagina and stay there forever. 
Although Eric technically ha no power to get rid or us he does have the strength to throw us over the chasm and say that is was suicide. He's smart and strong, capable of doing just about anything that he wants.
Four disappears for a few minutes and comes back with a huge duffle bag. Dropping it on the ground he starts pulling out guns and  ammunition that could start World War 5.  
"We need to find her before Eric figures out you're lying" he says handing Peter a 22 millimetre  caliber gun.
"Why are we taking guns?" Tris asks as she fastens her guns in her holster and re-straps her bulletproof vest across her chest.
"From what I've heard it will be hard to reason with her in this state. Shoot to wound not to kill" he commands every sense of laugher and joking has left his voice making him sound 10 times scarier than he usually is.
"We can't do that" she argues.
"It's the only way to snap her out of it" he snaps grabbing her left wrist squeezing it so tightly she cries out in pain.
Anger flashes across his face and his whole body turns a dark shade of red. His breathing is heavy and there isn't a hint of remorse in  his expression.
I let out a sigh "She's an entirely different person. She'll try and break you first emotionally and then physically. Once she has you within her grasp, she'll kill you" the memories flashing back into my head sends a shiver down my spine.
"How do you know all of this?" Peter questioned as we made our way to the rooftops.
I let out a shaky sigh and simply say "4-12"
-Flashback-
4 years earlier- April 28th
"Where is she?!" I scream as I punch Rebels  stepfather over and over again.
She told me days ago that she couldn't stay here any more. She had old me everything, but being the naive boy that I am, I told her to get over it.
She told me how he'd rape her every night. He'd rape her so much to the point where she knew when he'd be coming up the stairs. How every night she'd try and fight him off, but he'd strangle her till she was unconscious, gag her and throw her under the bed so no one would find her.
Every time she'd try and tell her mother she wouldn't believe her. Half of the time her mother was either drunk or snorting coke to the point where she couldn't tell the difference between real life and the hallucinations.
Some nights her mother would try as smother her with a pillow just so she didn't have to see Zarah's face anymore.  Her mother gave Zarah to her stepfather as a gift. Some nights when he'd rape her, Zarah's mother would stand at the door and watch.  
Zarah told me everything and what do I do? I tell her to get over it. And now she's gone.
Dropping her stepfathers bloody body to the floor I gather a few survival essentials and make for the woods. Since she was a little girl Zarah has always loved going on adventures. She knows the woods like a Beyoncé song. She's the greatest parkour runner and she knows everything that a soldier would know about how to survive off of the land.
If it takes me days, months even years to fun her I will do it. I need to beg her for my forgiveness. It's my fault she's not here. If I had only just listened to her then she would never have run away in the first place.
**
I walk for what seems like hours before finding a big tree that I can take shelter on. The base is wide with thick branches that I can fasten myself onto in order to sleep for the night.
But everything seems off. It's quiet. A bit too quiet. Grabbing a heavy rock and thick piece of wood I place my body into a firm fighting stance. A sharp pain travels throughout my leg and I find myself laying flat on the ground. My vision blurs. With each blink I momentarily black out. Every time I feel as though I have regained consciousness I find myself fading again.
"Wake up!" A familiar voice whispers.
Forcing my eyes to open I quickly study my surrounding. The walls are painted a deep coat of red and the ceiling is high. There's a strong metallic smell which indicates that I'm probably in a iron warehouse. My back is drenched in water and my leg feels swollen to the poky where I may never be able to walk again.
Turing my head my red lock onto a pair of bloodshot free eyes. Her face is decorated with bruises, scratches and spatters of blood. Her hair is tied up in a neat pony tail making her look very proper. In her left hand she swings a bloody knife in her grasp.
"Rebel? What are you?"
"What am I?" She laughs throwing her head back in sheer delight "Oh sweetie, I'm death" she replies with an evil smirk on her face.
She runs the blunt side of the scalpel across my cheek and smiles in such amusement. I lift myself up off of the ground and immediately push her off of me.
Looking around the room properly I see a pile of dead bodies all neatly stacked together on a pile. Their eyes are glued open and theirs mouths are sewn shut. The water that covered my body is in fact blood. The blood of all these innocent men. I fight back the urge to throw up and run to Rebels aid.
Her eyes are closed shut as he laughs her head off. It looks as though she's possessed by a demon. Her arms are riddled with self harm cuts some light and some life threateningly deep. The ones running vertically along her wrists have been neatly sewn together again. 
All of a sudden she stops laugh an looks at me with a demented look in her eyes.
"I glued their eyes open so they could see me work my magic. I never liked the screaming so I sew their mouths shut" she laughs "I like to watch them bleed. All the blood just rushing out of them like a waterfall"
I stealthy grab a lead pipe off of the ground and try to approach her as slowly as possible.
"Rebel. This isn't you" I say calmly.
"I'm death" she says as she holds the scalpel in front of her.
She screams to the top of her lungs and  runs towards me. Before she can touch me I swing as hard as I can and swing the lead pipe across her skull rendering her unconscious.
My heart dies a little as I watch her fall to the ground.
"I'm sorry Rebel. I'm so sorry"
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Peters POV:
-Present-
The warehouse is quiet.  So quiet it's loud and annoying. It's so quiet you can hear a mouse running on the concrete. Everything about this place is off. It's calm & peaceful, but the slight hint of bleach and metallic blood takes away all the peacefulness as we venture further into the warehouse.
A huge bang radiates throughout the warehouse putting us all in a star of shock. We move into a tight circle in order to search the parameters. It falls quiet again causing tensions to rise. 
My heart is beating out of my chest and my palms feel sweaty. All the books based on fighting on the battle fields. All the combat training. All the speeches, all of that cannot truly prepare you for how it feels to be in the battlefields.
Another shot is fired followed by the loud agonising screaming from Ken. He falls onto the ground clutching his inner thigh. Blood is spilling out of his wound so fast that he's now pale. Dropping to my knees I try my best to put pressure on the wound in order to stop it from bleeding some more. 
"I knew you'd come after me" the voice of Zarah yells out.
It sounds like her but there's something different. She sounds sad like she's trapped and she can't escape so she puts on this cape of anger to mask her weakness. Slowly she comes into view holding   a sniper.
Her under eyelids are dark due to lack of sleep and she looks as though she hasn't slept in days. Her features make her look as though she has aged almost ten years over her own age.
"So, Captain Aids told you I had disappeared didn't he?" She says indicating to Ken.
The barrel of the gun is still pointed toward us stopping anyone from approaching her. With his gun held tightly against his chest Four slowly approaches Zarah his finger placed lightly on the tip of the trigger. True tries I hold him back, but he pushes her off of him. 
"Zarah this isn't you" he says aiming the gun at her lower torso area.
"Oh? But it is. You don't know anything about me, so what gives you the right to say that this is or is not me?" She laughs as she swings around a long pole as she shimmies down to the floor.
Her eyes are full of hunger and darkness almost like she doesn't care about anyone or anything. Her lips and knuckles have cuts on it almost as thigh she's been in a recent brawl. Her clothes reek of metal making me feel sick up my stomach. 
"This" Tris says pressing down on the trigger shooting Zarah in the lower left abdomen.
Blood spatters across the floor, but she isn't fazed.
"Motherfucker!" She screams holding her wound "You're gonna wish you never did that" struggling to aim Four takes the chance to tackle her to the ground. 
Zarah manages to head but him and momentarily incapacitate him. Before she can shoot Four shoves his finger into her fresh wound causing her to scream out in. More blood gushes out of her and her screams fill the room.
"Four please stop" she begs fighting from freedom of the pain he was inflicting upon her. 
"Nice try" Four laughs evilly.
Her pained expression disappears and is overtaken by the expressionless an psychotic one "It was worth a shot"  she laughs.
Before she can grab him Four hits her across the skull with the butt his gun. The room falls silent and shock overtakes us all.  
"What the fuck was that?"

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