Convergent

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter fourteen

Tobias

It's been days since the operation, I haven't seen or heard a thing. I can't get any straight answers, no matter who I ask the answer is the same: "I have no idea what you're talking about." They are lying, what are they trying to hide from me? I continue to search, but this place is massive, I'm getting nowhere. I walk up and down the hospital wing, peeking my head in every room, no sign of Tris. That is when I see him, the man who took her to the operation, I storm towards him, and as soon as he sees my face he tries to flee, but I am quicker. I grab his arm and twist him back.
"Where is she?" I growl
"Where is Tris?" He stammers something about how he has no idea who, or what I'm talking about. That tears it; I shove my hand to his throat, and slam his spine against the wall.
"WHAT DID YOU DO WITH HER?" He motions to the room on my left, and I let go of him, shoving him into the ground. I burst in, and Christina waits, her face is swollen from crying, and her voice is rough, like she's been crying.

"Tris-" She croaks "There was a mistake with the operation. She-" Her voice breaks and she sobs into her hands, I push past her and there, lying on a hospital bed is Tris. She is white like a sheet, wires coming out of her arms, legs, and chest, she is on a breathing machine, and- her head is cut open.
I feel everything in me shatter.
"What the hell did you do to her?" I growl, Christina continues to sob into her palms. The scientist that I shoved to the ground comes in; his neck is red with the print of my hand.

"We did what we had to do, her body responded... Negatively to the surgery."

"The surgery that was just supposed to remove her transmitters? Then can you explain to me, why her head is cut open?" I try not to let my voice waver.

"In order to complete the experiment-"

"What experiment?" I growl, how dare they experiment on her? I'll kill them! I will kill all of them!

"That is classified." I slam my hand against his throat again.

"Tell me or I swear I will kill you." He purses his lips, and I squeeze harder.

"Fine-" He gasps "We were seeing just how much trauma one person can handle."

"What so you killed the Abnegation, her friends, her parents, her, just for the sake of an experiment to see how much trauma she can handle?" I snap, and he slowly shakes his head.

"It wasn't how much trauma she could handle." His voice trails off and suddenly I know who the experiment was on. I drop him from shock.

"I thought you might be interested in meeting the leader of the experiment." The door opens and I see a man who is thicker in the middle and thinner through the shoulders. I see a man wearing grey slacks, and a grey shirt. It can't be....

"Hello Marcus." And the puzzle pieces together, the abuse, the loss of my mother, The Abnegation, Uriah.... And now Tris.
I feel more broken than ever.
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"Why- am I the test subject?" I try to remain calm "What- exactly do I have to offer you?" Marcus starts towards me and on instinct I back away from him, walking slowly towards Tris.

"Tobias, you can resist the simulations, even though you are not Divergent-" Not this crap about GD's and GP's again
"Which means you are much more dangerous- You are Convergent." I want to say something, want to ask what makes being Convergent so dangerous, but I am incapable of speaking. Suddenly I am a little kid again, watching him slam my mother around, watching her sobs at night, watching him pull out his belt, loop by loop, and wrapping it around his knuckles. Hearing "This is for your own good." As I get whipped over and over again with the belt until my back is bloody and raw, remembering my fear landscape, watching myself turn into him, and grabbing our throat.

"So you traumatize the one I love?" It is meant to come out menacing, but it comes out as a nervous gasp. Marcus shakes his head, and his upper lip curls, this is not his mask; this is the part of him that was reserved for my mother and me.

"You don't understand-"He spits his words like venom "You are just a confused, heartbroken, damaged, boy, who is too destroyed by grief to know what he is talking about." This is the Marcus that knows where to hit to cause the most damage; fortunately I have long gotten over it.

"You know Marcus; I think you're full of it. I don't believe for a minute that your cruelty was for the sake of an experiment, In fact I think this entire experiment is bull. I am my own person, you cannot control me, and you do not know my life."
I am not Abnegation. I am not Dauntless. I am not Divergent. I am Convergent, and I am no one's experiment.