Tris The Lost Criminal

Chapter 18: Trust me

As I start to shake from my dream, I see the out line of someone standing in front of me. As my eyes start to adjust. It's now clear who is standing in front of me. Al stands there shaking my shoulder. I tense almost instantly and shift my shoulder so his hand falls. I glare at him.

"Hey I'm helping you" he says in a small voice. I don't see why his helping me or the fact that his never been nice to me before. All my thoughts about escaping always lead back to Tris and the regret I felt for not screaming and yelling when Peter said those things to me days ago. But even if I had screamed at him it would of meant nothing, I still would of been stuck to that chair and the less I piss him off the less he might hurt Tris which is something I didn't want to happen.

"Four?" Al questions me as he looks at me. I nod my head and say a quiet sorry but my throat and eyes hurt from last night. I wanted my dream to come true and I know that right now Tris is somewhere falling for Peter. But right now I can't think about it and I won't think about it. All I need to do is get out of here and thanks to Al I might have a chance.

Al walks behind me and for a couple of seconds I can't see him but I do hear shuffling around. Then I hear a clear knocking sound and the sound of a blade. I start to panic for a second until I feel the rope around my wrists loosen.

Al then comes back into view and cuts the ropes around my ankles. I say a genuine 'thank you' before trying to get up. As I do try to get up I almost instantly fall back into the chair, but after a minute I compose myself enough to get up.

"You Okay?" Al asks me placing a hand on my shoulder. I nod as he breaths a sigh of relief. "We need to get out of here and the quicker we do that the better" I nod again walking towards the door. Once we are there we wait a second before looking out the door. I turn to Al "All clear".

We start to make our way through, I start to realise that the hallways and stair cases don't look like what I imagined. They are not as dark as what I thought and then I realise where I am. I'm at the pier underneath the wear houses.

Walking through one of the hallways we start to hear voices go off a head so we. Hide in a break away hall. Breathing softly as foot steps start to approach us. They walk straight passed without a second glance. We breath a sigh of relief and were soon running for a near by exit.

Sprinting we pass several guards that don't see us but as soon as we pass them we are all most caught by to more that were standing off from the group. Diving to the floor they look over in our direction but look away when they find nothing of significance. Crawling to the door. Al makes a decision to open the door.

Once he turns the knob the door flies open. A gush of air hits us as we run out of the building. Looking around I can smell the very prominent smell of sea salt. We start to run again and pass several armed cars and head for the groups wear house. Once we get there we are panting and looking for any signs of life. But no one seems to be around. We wait for a moment as I turn to look at Al, then we hear sirens...