You And Me Against The World | ✅

Chapter 46

A/N: Before you read this chapter I strongly advise you to read Tris is missing - You and me against the world Tie-in.

I open my eyes and I find myself again in the small dirty room from before. My cell. I want to cry, but it seems my tears have dried out. Unlike before I'm now untied and I hug my legs close to my chest and rest my head on my knees. Why is this happening to me? What is going on? Where am I? What do they want from me?

I try to think of who might be behind this. The first person that comes to mind is Marcus Eaton. I know he is a bastard and he has a lot of reasons to not like me. But this? He did threaten me, but it was directed toward my position as council member. But maybe since he is no longer head of the council he takes his revenge to a whole new level.

Then there's Edward. He actually threatened to kill me. Evelyn told him not to, but who's to say he will obey her orders. According to Myra he is obsessed with pleasing Evelyn any way he can. Just because Evelyn said no, doesn't mean he won't pursue this on his own. He might as well be responsible for Marcus's shooting. He certainly is tall enough to pose as Tobias and with black clothes and mask over his face anyone could mistake him with Tobias. And he didn't seem very fond of the idea of Evelyn getting closer to her son. Come to think of it, he looked rather disturbed about this turn of events.

Then of course we still have Evelyn. I'm not entirely convinced that she wouldn't pull some shit like this and play the worried citizen and console her son over the loss of his girlfriend. I can't continue my train of thought because the small door to my cell opens and this Romeo character enters with a can of beans and places it in front of me, along with a glass of water.

"Where am I?" I ask, although I know he won't tell me.

"Eat," he barks and leaves me alone again, closing and locking the door behind him. I'm not hungry, but who knows when I'm going to eat again. I try to swallow the food and drink the water eagerly, only now realizing how famished I really am. I set the can and glass aside and get up. My entire body aches and I find it hard to stand straight. I walk a few steps forward and then a few steps back to gain control over my numb limbs. I try to figure out how to escape, but there's no chance of even trying while I'm in here. My best chance is to project myself once I'm outside this room and try to look around for clues about my whereabouts. I pace for a few more minutes before the door to my cell flies open and Romeo steps inside with a gun in his hand. He motions me to move out making sure to stay right behind me. He pushes me forward burrowing the barrel of the gun into my back and I flinch. I don't remember getting bruised there. I trip a couple of times making sure to take in as much as I can about my surroundings. When we reach the now familiar torture room I see the chair in the middle and I look up toward the windows. Even though they are dirty I can tell it's day outside, which means I haven't been here for long. The fact that I keep passing out must be why I have no sense of time anymore.

"Sit," he commands and I turn my head and look over my shoulder. He is now holding his gun in front of my face and tilts it toward the chair. I do as he says, since there isn't much I can actually do to escape. He is armed, I'm not. Even if I disarm him I have no idea if he's working alone or if there's someone else in another room nearby. Not to mention I have no fucking clue where I am. I can be in the middle of the city or near the fence. I can be hours away from home and no one knows where I am. This Romeo person must know the place, while I have only seen my cell, the small corridor outside of it and this room. This could be a huge building and I could get lost before I even get out. I need to be smart. Focus Tris! Be brave.

I sit down on the chair and Romeo ties me to it, this time however only my hands. I wait for him to get away from me and I look around to find clues, but nothing seems to stick out. He goes to a table not far from where I'm sitting to my right and puts the gun down. He picks up the electrocuting device again and I already prepare myself for the pain. I try to focus and almost manage to project myself when a powerful electrical current courses through my body waking me up. He keeps the device in place for a few more moments before stopping it. He circles my chair, just like a predator would with his prey. I close my eyes and try to block out everything, the noise, my own fear. I feel the familiar darkness approach me and when I think I did it the device touches my body again and rips through me causing me to cry out. He increased the intensity slightly, but enough for me to wish I was dead right now. He lets go of me and I drag in ragged breaths. I lift my head and try to see through my teary eyes.