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She could hear three sets of footsteps, not including her own, but only two people were actually touching her. Tris was shoved down the corridor. The rough hand was still covering her mouth and the lower half of her face. It smelled like soap and sweat.

All too soon Tris could hear the sound of rushing water.

"Come on to fuck, before we're caught," Peter? Her attacker was Peter Hayes and his cronies.

"Wait," comes Peter's voice again. The grip was loosened on her shoulders, but quickly replaced by a firm grip on her forearms, a gag was also placed over her mouth.

Peter pushed her up against a wall hard enough to leave a bruise/cut on her back. The wall was cold and wet from the spray of the chasm.

Peter pushed himself against her so that his legs trapped hers and it took all of Tris' strength not to tremble more than she already was. "Stiff are you sure that you're sixteen, you are very small," Peter's mouth is right beside her ear and she could feel his hot breath on her neck. She shivered.

To her utter horror she could feel Peter's hands start to make their way over her petit form, from her arms to her chest, groping her, and then down to her hips. "Yeah, you see you feel no more than twelve."

Tris surprised herself by laughing at the fact that Peter just told her that he has felt a twelve year old.

Peter must have felt her shoulder's shaking with laughter because he suddenly punches her full in the jaw and then the stomach. Tris doubles over as much as she can and screams against the gag, but no sound could be heard.

She was lifted up unceremoniously and carried closer to the chasm railing.

"Come on, help me push her over," Tris was stunned by the voice. Al. Al, her friend, was helping Peter. Helping him kill her.

Tris struggled more the closer she got to the railing. But she could feel her energy leaving her quickly. Al held her by her arms and lifted her over the railing. Tris tried frantically to grab at the railing, but her reward was a broken nose curtsey of Peter. She felt the warm blood gush out of her nose.

So this is how she was going to die. Gagged and beaten 3 to 1 by a sadist, his crone and her friend.

Suddenly she could hear the sound of skin hitting skin and she was pulled back over the railing and dropped onto the ground. Al kicked her in the stomach for good measure. She curled into a ball once again. She heard muffled cries of pain and anger. With heavy hands she began to remove her blindfold.

The scene in front of her was blurred by her tears and dizziness. She could see someone hobble/running away from the fight. Peter, that bastard leaving his friends to pay for his crimes.

She could see someone on the ground, unconscious or dead she didn't know. He looked like one of Peter's cronies. Drew?

Someone was still beating the shit out of Al while Tris' vision began to blacken. Al was dropped to the ground and someone walked closer to her. She tried to talk but all that came out was a low groan of pain.

"Well shit," Eric's voice boomed loud and clear in Tris' head. The loudness hurt her ears but she didn't have enough energy to cover them. The pain in her head was what drove her to unconsciousness.

Eric picked Tris up bridal style with his hands under her knees and behind her back. Tris was light so he wasn't going to struggle while walking her to the infirmary.

He began walking towards the infirmary and Tris moaned and pushed her head into his chest.

"Careful Stiff, you don't want me to throw up on you, do you?"

She couldn't hear him and he knew that, but he still needed it to be said.

When he reached the infirmary there were no lights on inside and a note on the door told Eric that the infirmary closed two hours ago at 1am and won't be open again until 7am. He was contemplating whether or not if it would be a good idea to leave Tris outside the door until it opened in the morning. He decided against it as Peter and his gang might come for medical help and find Tris alone and vulnerable.

The only place that he could think of was his apartment.

When he got to his door he put his foot against the wall and held Tris on his knee as he unlocked the door. This action caused her to stir and she almost fell off his knee. He hastily opened the door and returned Tris to her original position against him. Once in his living room, he laid Tris on his black leather couch. The sudden transference from Eric's warm body to the cold leather couch made Tris snap out of her unconscious state. She was blinded momentarily by the lights in the room but soon everything came into focus. Someone was helping her into a sitting position and all she could do was stare into the silvery blue eyes across from her. She looked at the person's face and soon recognised it as Eric's. She jerked back in surprise and immediately regretted it. Her whole body ached, her muscles felt tense and taut. Her face and stomach were especially sore as she remembered being punched and kicked... by Al. Al her friend had caused her so much pain and fear. He almost threw her over the chasm! Her breathing became very short and shallow. She couldn't take a proper breath.

"Stiff, don't freak out now," Eric barked at her, which caused her to freak out more.

"Stiff, breath," he said, "in," he motioned with his hand, "and out." When Tris regained control of her breathing again, Eric went to get a cloth to wipe the blood from her nose. He came back and began to wipe the blood away. Tris couldn't help but notice the way that Eric's eyebrows creased when he was concentrating. She had never seen this side of Eric before. He was taking care of her and he was cleaning her wounds.

As soon as she thought that she felt a sharp pain in her nose. She cried out and felt more warm blood drip from her nose. Eric had just relocated her nose without a word of warning. "You enjoyed that too much," Tris told him when she saw him grin slyly at her.

"Any other casualties," he asked her.

Tris thought of the cut/bruise on her back and the bruise on her stomach which were both hidden by her t-shirt. "A-ahm, ya, on my stomach and back."

"Well come on then, there is nothing to see anyway," he chuckled at her. She gave him a death glare but stood up slowly, avoiding more pain.

Eric stayed kneeling in front of her. He slowly pulled up her cotton night top, just enough to show the damage, trying to be gentle. What he saw was a purple and blue bruise that ran from her rib cage to her waistline. He touched the bruise gingerly and heard Tris suck in a breath. He was surprised at how toned her stomach was. These past few weeks at Dauntless has changed her body. He put his hand on her waist to turn her around and felt a shiver go through her body, "You alright there Stiff..." he thought. What he saw on her back was an awful lot worse than her stomach. There is a long cut running from under the fold of her t-shirt to her lower back.

"I'm going to have to pick your top up more," Eric tells her, which makes her involuntarily shiver. Tris never gave him an objection, so he proceeded to pull her top up her torso. The cut started just above her bra strap. It like the rest of her back was coated in blood. Eric grabbed the cloth he used to mop off her bloody nose and began work on her back.

After a few minutes Eric could feel Tris begin to fall forward. He quickly stood up to catch her and then lay her belly down onto the couch once again. He continued his work on her back and covered the wound with a large bandage. He felt his eyes start to droop and fell to the carpeted floor, exhausted.