Insurgent: Traitor

Chapter 12

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Peter's POV

I have been locked in this room for maybe three months. It's hard to tell considering I can't tell the time. I can't even tell the difference between day and night. I sleep when I am tired, I pace when I am awake.

For the first two-and-a-half months I was in complete isolation. Three blue, plaster walls; one metal wall with a steel door in it's center; and a hard, cold, white tiled floor. There were blood stains on the tiles.

I pity the person who was here before me.

I'm glad it wasn't me, I corrected myself.

My body ached, and hungered, and ached from hunger. The pain formed in my stomach and reached my torso, from there it travelled up my throat and out my mouth. Once the sound was out it would not be silenced.

Not until it was interrupted by a knocking coming from one of the plaster walls at my back.

For two-and-a-half months I had not heard any sound that was not my own.

I felt like a child who had just found something cool and thought I was the smartest person ever!

It was pathetic.

Even more pathetic, yet, was that the knocking had not came from a stranger like I figured. But none other than my Dauntless instructor, Four.

I beat up his girlfriend, so naturally he hated me. He probably would have killed me that night at the chasm if he had caught me.

He was too busy beating the crap out of Drew to notice though.

Thank God.

I am not afraid of him. I'm afraid of what he could do to me.

I'm not stupid. Two years as a Dauntless trainer will teach you things. Things like how to paint your enemy's bodies in blue, purple, green, and brown. I remember what Drew looked like the morning after kidnapping Tris at the water fountain. I remember how Tris looked too, She had a newborn's skin compared to him.

Too bad one night in Dauntless didn't teach me anything about escape. An Erudite could probably figure out a way.

It dawns on me that being brave, being courageous and powerful, means nothing if you can't use your head for other than bashing in things.

And it would be helpful for people to know when their enemies were lying to them.

Perhaps sometimes war can be avoided, but that doesn't always mean it should.

What's a team operation if all your comrades are dead and you are cornered?

Why are all the factions separated? Because, in many ways, can't they all benefit the other? It's an odd system setup by people who didn't know what they were doing.

Divergence probably isn't as big of a deal as everybody thinks. So what if you can't place someone in a faction? Make them factionless, it really is simple. No Erudite Commandos need to get their panties twisted because some stupid, child-like, girl broke her aptitude test.

Jeanine Matthews needs to Calm. Her Tits.