Divergent Powers High

Chapter 25: Training

"Alright Miss. Anderson, you will be working with David himself while you prepare for this job." Jill, the receptionist, comments. 

We trek down a long, rather dim hallway. It almost reminds me of the Pit back in the resistance headquarters. "May I ask why I am not put through standard training, like the other new hires?" I inquire, rubbing the palm of my hand with my thumb. 

She clears her throat, "He personally requested you, to be his right hand." 

My stomach seems to flip. Why in the hell would he want me, of all people, to be his assistant? Something just doesn't feel right about this. 

She leads me to the end of the hall, which opens up to a rather large office. File cabinets and book shelves line the walls, and a soft yellow light shines around the room. Along the back wall is David's desk, piled with files, papers and supplies. 

"Sir, I brought you the trainee." Jillian announces, her voice echoing on the vaulted ceiling. 

David spins around in his chair, a vile grin spread across his cheeks, "Thank you, my dear. You can exit now." 

She spins, walking quickly down the hall. The sound of her heels clicking is the only noise. David motions me forward, not daring to break the unusual silence between us. I smooth my skirt, and carefully stride over the the chair in front of him. 

I bite my tongue, nearly drawing blood. His gaze trails across me, down my arms, shoulders, and my flowing hair. 

"You're different." He declares, destroying the absence of noise. 

I cleared my throat, patting down my hair, "Excuse me, sir?" 

"You're different." David repeats, tapping a calloused finger on his plump chin. 

I look down, unsure of how to react. "You are more passionate and eager, than any candidate I have ever seen. Even your aunt." He adds. 

I force a smile, "Well, thank you sir." 

"Elle, I have a question. I'd like you to answer with complete honesty." 

My throat goes dry, eyes wide. Does he know who I am? "Alright, Sir." 

"Were you hurt by one, or did you know a divergent individual?" His voice is stern, almost disgusted by talking about them. 

The words simmer something deep inside of me, "I suppose so." 

My father. My wretched father Andrew was the only person to ever hurt me. The only one. 

He sighs, "I knew it. I sensed a hatred in you, one that I couldn't place. Divergent's are awful scum." 

I clenched my fist so hard I drew blood, my fingernails digging into the delicate skin of my palm. I knew there was protocol for what to say. I knew what I needed to speak. But instead I form the words, "Some are, yeah." 

He raises an eyebrow, curious, "Some? Why not all?" 

I mentally scold myself for that choice of words. "All." I try to correct myself. 

"No, I get it. Some of them try to appear like your friend. Some of them will trick you and deceive you. But you must know, those beings are only for experimenting and improving the human race." 

I am practically shaking, "That is good to know. May I know why you have requested me to be so close to you?" 

He nods, "Because I know you reserve a passion and motivation much like my own. You know how to feel about those vile creatures, and you even remind me of myself." 

I take a deep breath, "Well I'm happy to intern for you." 

He laughs, "Young lady, you aren't just interning for me. You will be with me in everything I do. You will help conduct experiments, you will witness our attempts to improve the human race. You will be the second hand in destroying the mutants, and using them for the only thing they're good for." 

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"Matthew, I fucking swear! I did not sign up to torture other divergents! It's been two weeks undercover, I am not ready to be that close to the fucking devil himself!" I scream into the phone, slamming the door behind me. 

"Calm down Beatrice! It just means that things will be running ahead of schedule." He responds, his voice just as aggravated as my own. 

"What does that mean?" I shout, pacing in the room. My hair is smoking and filling the top of the room. 

"Listen, Tris. Please calm down." Matt says, his voice calmer. 

I take in a breath, quickly realizing the air is filled with smoke. Suddenly the fire alarm starts blaring through the house, and I hear Jess scream from across the house. 

"Hold on dude. Shit, shit. Shit!" I open my window and walk out the door, the phone still pressed to my ear. 

"Elle? Was that you?" Amy shouts from the kitchen. I jog down the stairs, patting my head to stop the smoking. 

"Sorry ma'am! You should probably just turn that off." I try and laugh it off. 

After ten minutes of commotion and working the alarm, it finally ceases it's awful noise. 

"You still there Matthew?" I ask, running back to my room.

He is laughing, "Yeah, Tris. Try not to set off any more alarms." 

I roll my eyes, "Yeah whatever. So, what are we going to do?" 

He breaths out, "We are skipping to the fifth stage, which involves everybody we have moving closer to David. Your friends, Christina and Lynn, will be near the same level as you are. We have around ten agents that are already working relatively close with David." 

"What does that mean for the mission? Will I still be gathering intel?" I question, sitting back down on my bed. 

"Negative. Instead, you will all be gathering evidence on the abuse and experiments. Pictures and audio. When the time comes, it will be up to you to get rid of him." 

"So I get to destroy the son of a bitch?" I ask, excitement coursing through my veins. 

It's going down. This is it. I am going to get all of the revenge I can on David. "Yes, Tris. You will be the one to take him down."