A Different Divergent: A Better Tomorrow

~one-hundred and five~

Chapter 105

"What the hell are you doing here?" I ask, my voice deceptively calm, steady, and strong as I look at Molly who is wearing a smirk on her unattractive face. As casually as I can, I glance down at her hands, which are both visible by her side and, thankfully, free of any weapons. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Christina lying in a heap on the floor, blood spilling out from her mass of dark curls. I make a move to see if she's alright but Molly tsks me and when I raise my eyes to hers, she shakes her head. The look on her face says stop, so I do. No need to antagonize her right off the bat. "What did you do to her?"

"Oh, she didn't do anything," comes from behind me and a new fear envelopes me. I know I'm in real trouble now. I turn and glare at Olivia who is sitting in my wheelchair dressed head to toe in Dauntless gear, her red hair pulled away from her smug face. She's turning the same knife that stabbed me just days earlier over and over between her fingers, her head cocked to one side with an evil smirk on her face. It reminds me of when I was in the garage staring her down, although I don't know if I'm remembering real life or the simulation. Adrenaline-spiked blood courses through my veins, and I forget the pain that was ravaging my body just seconds ago. I shift so my back is against the closed stall door and pray that they don't spring another person on me I don't know about.

"Did you come to turn yourselves in?" I ask. "That would be the best thing either of you could do. Olivia," God, I hate the taste of her name on my tongue, "you haven't killed anyone. If you turn yourself in, you could make it out of this with your life."

"The only life I want is with Four," she says, a faraway dreamy look in her eyes. "When we're done with you, he'll be all mine." Keep dreaming psycho bitch.

"You honestly think he would want you if you hurt me?" I ask. "He. Loves. Me. Not. You."

"Leave her alone, Stiff," Molly says with a chuckle. I wish I could see the humor in this situation. "She lives in her own little fantasy world but she comes in handy once in a while. She does what she's told and doesn't ask any questions." She pushes off the sink, standing a little straighter and crosses her arms across her chest. A flash of steel draws my attention, and my already thundering heart picks up speed. There on the vanity top right beside her lays a gun. I don't know why I didn't see it before. She must have had it hidden behind her, giving me a false sense of security. Who am I kidding? I haven't felt safe or secure since I exited that stall.

"You never answered me," I say. "What are you doing here? How did you get into the compound this time?"

"We came to watch the interrogations," she says. "In case you missed it, your doors are standing wide open today. We just had to keep our heads down and walk right in with everyone else."

"I guess we're letting any ol' riffraff just walk right in off the street," I mutter. Someone's head is going to roll for this. "You know, Molly, whatever it is you have planned, just get on with it. I'm tired of fighting with you."

"Well, since Porter was arrested, I thought I would change the game." Of course, she would think of this as a game. She's just as psycho as her redheaded friend. "I'll make it easy for you, Stiff." She holds up a syringe and I cringe. "I want you to confess all your sins, and I'll end this. No one else will get hurt ... except for you that is. Refuse and we'll continue with Porter's plan as is. Who knows who else will die? Maybe we'll start with your little best friend right there." She points at Christina who just happens to moan at the same time. Thank God she's alive. Maybe she's not hurt as badly as I thought.

"What is that?" I ask, nodding at her hand.

"Truth serum," she says.

"Just truth serum?"