Tris The Lost Criminal

Chapter 4: What Have They Done

I wake the next morning and I honestly feel like I've been hit by a train. I hardly slept and not even the bad tasting coffee seems to be doing me any favours, at this point. But I still have to go to work regardless, so after my coffee I had a quick shower and got dressed quickly and headed off for work.

When I got there Jeanine stood next to my desk and for once I'm not surprised by her presence. She looks up at me from her iPad thing and says in a serious yet soft tone. She sat herself on the edge of the table before speaking "We had a sort of break in yesterday, only the people who broke in didn't take anything" I look at her in confusion "Than why do you need me?" I ask her sounding emotionless and kind of stiff. A look of anger crosses her face but she's quick to mask it with a fake smile.

"Because Four, we found you a new partner and I think you'll like who we found" she says and with a flick of her hand, in a following motion. I'm quick to follow her to the elevators. We stand there awkwardly as it goes up but it soon stops and we get off.

We walk down one of the never ending hall ways that seems so familiar and enter a large dark room. In the centre of that room there is one spot light that is shinning on two figures. On is crouched on the floor on his knees looking down in shame and the other is holding him down. The man on the floor looks skinny and with his mocha skin, I can still see the faint bruising on his neck and arms that look like they go to his back also.

Whatever Jeanine did to him it seems it has taken its effect and by the looks of him he put up a fight. He has his hands lightly placed on his knees and the light that shines above him lets me see that, they are all bloodied and bruised with small cuts on the knuckles and finger tips. They look fairly fresh.

But when he looks up squinting from the bright lights that are shinning down on him. I'm taken back by who it is and how Jeanine managed to get a hold of him. My eyes frantically search his face as he looks up at me with pleading eyes. He looks so fragile like if I picked him up, I could snap him. His a lot skinnier than I remember but the weight loss probably came from Jeanine's relentless torture. He looks down again probably ashamed of himself for being here, now. But I'm finally able to speak but the only words that come out are his name...

So I hoped you enjoyed the chapter haha just kidding...

"Zeke?" I whisper it as more of a question, as the confusion and grief of what has happen to him settle in. I finally look to Jeanine "Why are you doing this?" I ask her in a rude yet, deadly serious tone wanting to get my best friend out of this.

"Four I'm doing you a favour Zeke is your replacement for Amar" she says in her posh accent. "And this time I'm sure that good old Zeke won't become rouge now will he" she says lifting up his beaten head with her index finger looking at his face turning it from side to side as she examines her handy work. Before letting it go making his limp head fall. She steps away whipping the sweat she collected from his head on her finger on her pants and turning to me.

"You and Zeke are free to go I read up on both of your files and you should be fit to work with each other once again. You both can have a week break so Zeke can heal properly" she says and the man lets go of Zeke making him fall to the floor his head hitting the cold tile and they both look back at us and leave.

I race over to Zeke lifting him up as I carry him as much as I can to the elevator. Proping him into a sitting position. I look over his hands which aren't as deep as I first thought. The elevator soon comes to a stop and I once again have to pick up a very unconscious Zeke. People are giving me weird looks as I carry Zeke to my car in the underground parking lot and sit him in the back seat. Not bothering with a seat belt because it would strain his neck and his neck is already bruised.

I make the small drive to my apartment building. Speeding got me there a lot quicker than I first thought. So when I got out of the driver seat. I raced to get Zeke into the house. Picking him up and walking slowly to the elevator, I wait for it to lift us my floor and fiddled with the keys until the door swag open making a loud thud on the wall behind it.

Running over and lying him on the couch I ran to my bath room to get medical supplies to do his hands and head also gathered several blankets and pillows to help him get comfortable. This is going to be a long night...