~Chapter 4-Tris~

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The alarm rang out loud and clear. I leaned over and saw Tobias rushing out of his bed. He saw that I was awake, and came over to hep me get up. He offered me a wheelchair, but I refused. I pulled on my shoes, and we got out of the room as fast as we could. 

When we got into the hall, we saw a steady stream of people rushing out. Christina and Caleb were among them, and as soon as they saw me, they latched onto my arms and helped me maneuver. 

I tried to push them off, claiming that I was okay, but whenever I protested, their grips on my arm got tighter. As we moved through the crowd, I wondered where all these people came form. Surely this many people did not live in the Bureau.

We were nearing the doors to the entrance, and with a final surge from the people behind us, we were out of the building. As we rushed away from the doors to make room for other people to come out, I collapse on the cool green grass. I lean back, applying pressure on my stomach to stop it from hurting. As I lift my head back to look at Tobias, I catch sight of a small light on the horizon.

I lift my left hand and look at the numbers on the clock face. 5:48. Seems about right. I tilted my head back on the cold grass, and saw the smoke rising from the Bureau. 

I gasped, and pointed when the other looked at me in alarm. 

Tobias looked at the building, and if seeing smoke for the first time, began to make a move.

I yelled out and Tobias froze in his tracks. He looks at me, but begins to move when he hears sounds of people yelling, "He's still in there!" or "Where's my child?" or even "Someone help!"

Being the kind of person he is, Tobias leaped over people and jumped over things before sprinting towards the building. I yell out, "Four! No!" His eyes meet mine for a split second, and his mouth makes out the words, "I love you." Then he rushes inside the burning building. 

I start sobbing uncontrollably, and the last thing I see is his image framed by the fire, making him look like burning perfection. 

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