Insurgent: Traitor

Chapter 11

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Tris' POV

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Love, will you open the door please!" A voice I have come to hate but long for comes through my Marco's door. I've been sleeping in his room since no one ever told me where to go, and I was expecting him to come back here.

He didn't come back for two weeks.

But now he is back. He is back and now, now I can put my plan into action.

I sit up, attempt to smooth down my hair-I still cannot get used to the feel of it cutting off haphazardly at my jaw line.

I try to walk calmly to the door and fail. I practically trip over every invisible obstacle in the room just to open the door. The room is dark, I can only just make out the shapes of each bedroom furnishing, and that is only after I have hit them. The bedpost, the cherry wood desk by the door, it's matching chair. They all take turns bruising my body.

What I see behind the door is... Unexpected, different, wrong.

Marco, is behind the door yes, but he is not alone. He is being restrained by a Dauntless Traitor on each side of him. He almost looks like Tobias on that pocket-screen I was shown two weeks ago.

Almost.

"What's going on?" I ask in genuine curiosity and confusion.

"Just a little disagreement," he says to me, the too-bright hallway light shining behind him. "Alright alright, we're here, you can let go of me now," he directs his words to the guards.

The guards shove him into the room—into me—so hard I have to hang onto him to keep from both of us losing our balance. The door slams shut and locks. Wonderful, trapped again. I am glad I flipped the light-switch before the door closed.

"What was this, 'disagreement' about?" I ask in full hopes of him telling me.

"I suggested you be let to train physically," he says, "to improve your overall rate of recovery. My views were seen as traitorous and suggestive that I be planning your second attempt at departure. I personally believe Jeanine may be slightly paranoid about anyone escorting you, after the incident with the last one."

Peter. He means Peter.

I wonder about Peter sometimes. I wonder where he is, or if he is still alive at all. If he is, I think I would like to see him. I'd like to thank him for trying to help me, even if I don't know why.

"Speaking of which," I add casually, "what ever happened to him?"

"Oh," he says nonchalantly, "Peter the pansycake pest? He's down in our holding cells, yelling insults at the guards."

"Pansycake?"

"Yes," he answers, "the last time I checked that was a common Dauntless insult. Am I mistaken?"

"Maybe when you were in Dauntless, but I've never heard it before." My attempts at a flattering conversation are amateur at best.

"Time's changed I suppose." It is a simple statement, but it is loaded.

Time's not the only thing that has changed.