Divergent High (Discontinued)

Chapter Nineteen

"W-what do you mean there's no Marcus Eaton?"

"The only legal Eaton in Chicago, is Tobias Eaton. No Marcus."

"What? How?"

"Are you lying to me, Beatrice?" Johanna's cold voice questions me.

"What?! No I'm not lying. Why would I? It would only hurt me and everyone else more." I say. Why the heck would she think I'm lying? Seriously, and I thought she was professional.

"Hm..." Johanna is silent for a moment as she thinks. "Okay then. That's it really. I'll notify you if anything else comes up."

"Okay. Bye." I say flatly.

"Mhm." The line goes dead.

If there's no legal Marcus Eaton in Chicago, how is Tobias legal? Is he even a citizen? Is he from the U.S.? What if he isn't?

I just hope they find Tobias.

-(Tobias' POV)-

Tris...

Who's Tris again?

That name keeps popping up in my head... Along with Four. Why would I care so much for a number and a name? Are they even important?

I open my eyes, only to by greeted by the usual darkness. I can't feel anything, I can't see anything, and my hearing is muffled. I have no idea whats going on. I keep slipping in and out of conscienceness, and only occasionally do I feel a deep, excruciating pain, putting feeling back in that area. I wish it didn't, though. It only hurts worse.

I hear unusual pounding of feet getting louder until it's almost at normal sound level.

"Wake up," A cold, deep voice says.

I open my eyes, and for once, I actually see.

But the sight in front of me makes wish I couldn't see.

"What are you doing? What am I doing? Where am I?" I ask, even though it's him I'm asking.

"That's classified; and if you know what's best for you, you'll shut up about it."

"Oh, I know what's best for me," I mutter under my breath.

"Hm? What was that? Would you like to repeat it so we can all hear?"

All? What? I look around the room and realize that we're not alone. There's two other people in the room. One I don't recognize, and the other is another person I hate. Eric.

"What's Eric doing here? Why won't you tell me anything?" I ask. I just want some answers!

"He's asking too many questions, go ahead." He says. Eric nods and makes his way over to me.

"I really hate you," Eric spits. "But, I get revenge."

"Revenge on what? What have I ever done to you?"

"You steal my fame! Everyone loves you, but not me! Especially Tris! She should love me! Not you, you piece of sh-"

"SHUT UP! Shut up, or I'll kill you!" I yell. I don't even know who Tris is, but at the sound of him saying her name, saying that she should love him and not me, makes my blood boil. Obviously I must love her. I just can't remember.

Eric laughs maliciously. A sinister smile plastered across his pierced and ugly face. Like anybody, especially any girl, would love him. I honestly wonder how his mother does. I would hate it, being his mother.

"You, kill me?" He laughs again. "In your dreams. You may be bigger and better than me, but right now, your defenseless and tied up, while I have a gun."

"Think. Again." I say through gritted teeth. The extra moment he takes for thinking about what I said, I swing my feet and knock his from under him. I struggle against the ropes around me, and reach for his fallen gun. Just as I load it and aim at Eric, a guard walks through the door.

"Hey!" He yells. I quickly try to load the bullet in place, but I'm too slow. A shot goes off.

Everything is in slow motion.

A scorching pain pierces into my shoulder, ripping the muscle and bone in it's way.

Blood flows violently from my shoulder, gushing out and onto my clothes, forming an ever-growing puddle of a deep red liquid on the floor.

There's a ringing in my ear and a blinding white light takes over my vision.

I feel my knees giving out and I fall to the floor, my head hitting the cement.

The last thing I see is a short, blonde girl with blue-gray eyes. I can't remember her name. Heck, I don't even know if she's real.

Then it all goes blank.