Agent Tris

Myself...Part 2

Chapter Ten-Myself...Part 2

As if reading my mind I hear Miles' voice through my ear piece.

Agent Prior, we're waiting, do you even know how to read the time.

"Shut up Miles."

Agent Teller!

"Steady on boy, it's still Agent Prior and it's not changing any time soon." I say, heading towards The Pit, I hear laughter through my ear piece. When I walk in Miles glares at me.

"I really hate you sometimes."

"I'm pretty sure you hate me all the time."

"Nah, even you have you good moments. See ya later Tris." He jogs off and i turn to the group of over excited teenagers, Agent Louis next to me.

"Okay, should we start with asking Tris some questions and then we can do some..." He looks at me and my hand trails to my throwing knives.

"Knife throwing." I whisper. "Then we can do some knife throwing." I repeat louder. "Ask away." Lauren's hand shoots straight up.

"Can we see your room?!"

"I guess so, but lets just say I was a disturbed seven year old." I say with a shrug and lead them down the long corridors to my small room, Louis stays behind like always, he's hopeless. I open the door and let them look around for a bit. All except one looks shocked.

"You don't seem too bothered by the messages on the wall." I say to Four.

"It's exactly what I expected." He says coldly, I'm about to reply when a voice comes through my ear piece.

Agent Prior, bring those damn kids back to The Pit and teach them something.

Fours POV

"You don't seem to be bothered by the messages on the wall." Of course I am, they're practically burnt into me, I'm standing in a equivalent of a torture cell for a seven year old.

"It's exactly what I expected." Why did I respond like that, so heartless. Maybe I am heartless. I've most likely ripped apart Tally, yet I still have the urge to kiss Tris. I feel like she is Tally even through they have different hair and eye colours. I'm desperate to see if Tris has the same groove in the left side of her mouth as Tally does.

I think she was going to say something back when she gets distracted by something coming from her earpiece, and I get distracted by Peter picking up a book from her bed and placing it in his bag.

"What makes you think you have the right to take that?" I demand, he just laughs.

"You'll understand very soon Four, anyway, shouldn't you be worrying about your little red haired girl friend. She can't be going to the hospital for her messed up limbs. She's obviously going to be in those braces for a long time. Maybe she's got a messed up head and that's why she's there's. She's got no family either, she'll be there all alone and you didn't even offer to go with her."

"She wouldn't have wanted me there." I argue, trying to make myself feel better. Peter laughs and pats me on the back.
"Sure she didn't."

"Guys, I need to take you back to The Pit so quit observing my misery and follow me." On the way back Lauren falls into step beside me, gripping onto my arm.

"She's amazing right?" Her eyes gleam likes she's meeting the President of America, it's pathetic. I can tell Tris hates this attention, maybe we should all respect that. Tris draws a knife from pockets along her trouser leg, I can see the hilt of two others, and drags it along the wall, creating a black scratch along the white walls. I run my finger along this rapidly growing line. When we reach the Pit Tris walks over to the targets, knives at set along the table next to them.