Divergent High: Fire v Ice

Chapter 56: The Reason Why

The band room remains completely empty. The sound of a door slamming causes me to nearly jump out of my own skin and I whip around to see no one other than Edward himself.
"Tris you need to listen to me," he says running up to me.
"Don't," I fling my gun up pointing it directly at his chest, "move any closer Edward."
"Tris I can explain everything," Edward says cautiously as a single drop of sweat races down his forehead.

"Does Myra know?" I ask barely above a whisper. His hands fall and his eyes fill with regret and sadness.
"I..." he starts in raspy broken voice, "I got her into it." I lower my gun, rage igniting in me at the thought that Edward would get Myra into something so dangerous, something so wrong.

"Edward?" I ask my voice cracking halfway through, "how could you? I... we... we can get you help, Amar can force Evelyn to cut any connections to you."
"Tris," he sighs interrupting me with a hard look, "I'm in to deep, but Myra isn't, and that's not why I'm here," his voice barely above a whisper.
"If you trust me, if you've ever trusted me you'll put down the gun and follow me, your life is in danger more than it ever has been," his voice rings with honestly and even fear hidden underneath.

Slowly lowering my gun and putting it on safety I fling it across my shoulder and stalk towards him until I'm barely a foot away.
"What is happening?" my raspy voice pleads for the truth.
"Jeanine, or Mrs. Matthews, the Advanced Neurology teacher," an image of Jeanine flashes in my mind as he speaks quieter, "She found something... different in your brain. Something that set you apart from everyone else, and she needs you for it."
"So what? What does this have to do with my life being in danger..." I yell and he quickly covers my mouth causing my reflexes to kick in and the gun was once again pointed directly at his chest again.

"Tris, what she needs you for, the tests she'd do to you, they would kill you she would keep going and she wouldn't stop until you're dead. I don't know what she's looking for but I know Evelyn does not what her to find out," he sighs with a pained look in his eyes, "that's... that's why she wants you... needs you... dead." I feel my world sway and the scene before my eyes darken, two firm hands wrap themselves around my biceps, calling me out of my daze.

"Tris," his voice echoes, "that's not it, Jeanine knows Four will stop at nothing to save you, so she ordered her followers to kill him." I feel bile rise in my throat at the sudden shock of it all and soon I'm hunched over a desk vomiting everything in me.
"So Jeanine needs me and wants Four dead, but Evelyn needs Four and wants me dead?" I ask hesitantly and all Edward offers me is a small nod.
"And you?" I look up at him with a pointed look, "Where do you stand in all of this?" I feel my throat burn.

"I stand in whatever position you need me to, you or Four," he nods as if clarifying it not to me but to himself. I stand there soaking in all of the information, thinking, processing like some sort of high tech machine.
"If you mean what you say, then you have to listen to me very carefully," I say in a hushed tone towards Edward who is now leaning in closer.

"You need to deliver this information to Amar, no matter what it takes, he'll know what to do," I hesitate and chose my next words carefully, "he'll know who to kill." Edward's eyes darken and I feel a strange weight in the air, as if death is now our inevitable ending.

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Barging through the rest of the West Wing wasn't easy, and I regret to say I shot three Factionless. The halls are almost completely bare except for the few students I busted out and the occasional Factionless guard.