Remember This Tris?

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Tris' POV

"Lift your arm higher." Tori orders, raising my tiny arm higher up. My throw is weak. "Try again Beat...." Her sentence is cut off by a blaring alarm, people across the training room stop what they are doing and start to file out of the room. Tori looks at me in a panic.

"Beatrice sweetie I have to and help. Go to your room and don't open that door for anyone apart from me okay?" I nod and she runs off, leaving me to weave my way through the streams of bulky agents to my bedroom. I slam the door and lock it the way Tori showed me.

*time lapse*

"She's in her room....SHES IN HER ROOM." At first it's a sob, then a scream which ends in whimpers and sobs again. It's not a voice I recognise, and it certainly isn't Tori.

"Go and get her Luka." These words are followed by a knock on the thick reinforced door.

"Beatrice, Tori sent me to come and get you." A dodgy deep voice says, like a girl or child is putting it on. I've been in here for hours, and unlocking the door let's me breath out a sigh of relief that I felt was being trapped by the door. A young boy, the same age as me, around seven, with bright blonde hair.

"Beatrice?" He whispers, me peaking around the door.

"I'm Luka." He sticks out a hand.

"Tris." I reach around the door, letting it open further and shake his hand. He doesn't let go, yanking me out from behind the door, using my training, I make myself as heavy as possible. I land on top of him on the ground. His arms wrap around me and we struggle against each other like kids in a playground. A playground, that's where we both should be.

"USELESS BOY!" We both stop struggling and I look up to see men dressed totally in black with only their eyes showing pointing guns at us. One steps forward and yanks me off Luka, pressing a gun to my head.

I sit up sharply, but Tobias' strong arm yanks me back down.

Beatrice.
Tris.

My name Beatrice Prior, I'm a CIA agent. No, I'm a CIA Prodigy.
I forgot.

I glance over to Tobias sleeping next to me.

He made me forget.

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