Hi guys! It is very hard for me to update now, and I apologize for that. I have school and sports and all sorts of CRAZY stuff going on! Thanks for staying with me (if you did, and if you didn't...pssssh). So here is chapter Three! I can't wait until chapter's Four and Six ;) Just so I can introduce them.
To go or not to go? That is the question of the century.
I could go to Tenth Avenue, but I could also get shot, raped, or kidnapped. All three are a death sentence.
Curiosity always rules over good judgement for me.
8:00.
Thirty minutes until it is time to go.
Should I go early? Should I wait? The thoughts that are racing through my mind are killing me and impairing my judgment. I shouldn't trust Four, and I certainly shouldn't trust Peter. At least Four has a bit of human in him. Well...screw it. I have to find out what they are planning for me so I can put and end to it before it even starts.
Sneaking through the back door, I set off to Tenth Avenue Alley.
"She's not going to come."
"It's sad that you doubt me.."
"Four this was your fucking idea. If she doesn't come it's my turn."
"She'll come."
All of this nonsense is making my head spin. I've seen Tris around school; she's stubborn, but can't resist any temptation. I'm sure if you told her her family was a group of terrorists, she would investigate it. Peter might be a punk, but he's pretty clever.
After all, she is coming for me. I can't wait to meet her face to face.
8:21.
Nine minutes until I have to be there, and my lungs are burning from the crisp air. I feel as if I'm about to pass out. The nerves are getting to me. It's Peter and Four in a dark alley...and I'm going to go meet them there at night. I might be just as insane as they are.
I reach the alley at 8:24, and I know they'll have a ball if they see that I am early. All I see when I turn around the corner into the alley are a few shadows. I can make out Peter's mess of hair, Drew's bad posture, and Four's hell of a jawline. But there is a new shadow...someone much larger.
A hand grabs my side, and another goes to my mouth. I immediately start to scream and thrash like my instincts tell me to do. The hand pushes me further down the damp alley, near the shadows. I try to bite my attacker, or at least see them, but it is no use. They have my neck in a position that I can't move from.
When they push me towards the circle of teenage boys, Peter grins at me. "So you showed up, Trissy," he says. Peter lets out a short laugh. "And five minutes early!"
Four smirks. "Yes she seems very eager to see us," he says, looking straight into my eyes and seeing the death glare I am giving each and every one of them. "Let her go Molly."
Molly? Another girl. "Molly" let's me go, and I see that she is just as much of a girl as Four is with her huge nose and bulky build.
I take a look at my surroundings with the hard look still on my face. I refuse to say anything, but I look at everything. There is so much graffiti that you can't tell the wall is brick. Some of the writing is very...interesting. My face gets red, so I turn away. I see who all is here; Peter, Drew, Molly, Four, and another man I have never seen in my life. He looks older than Four, older than eighteen.
I sigh. "You rang?" I say. Peter starts to talk, but Four steps in.
"Think of this as an...well, as an initiation, Tris, You're part of the gang." he smiles a little to sweetly at me.
"What makes you think I want to be part of your "gang"?" I spit at them. "Because you all are so vital to the community and such great people?"
Peter smirks. "Well, it's a little more embarrassing than that, Tris," he says as he steps towards me. "You're not actually part of the gang. You are the reason for the gang." He stops. "Girls like you deserve what they get, and we are here to deliver." Peter stops smiling. "Meet Al."
Al. That is not a fitting name for this bear. I am actually truly frightened for the first time. I always hide my fear of Peter and Four behind a wall of attitude and pure sass, but I can't ignore it now. And it is obvious on my face.
Al bow's, "It's a pleasure, m'lady." I want to kill him.
I very obviously roll my eyes. "And why are you here, exactly?" My voice wavers.
"Oh I just couldn't miss out on this opportunity to be this close to Beatrice Prior! I'm a big fan of your dad, you see. Andrew Prior. Yes...although a few years ago," Al starts. He did spread a nasty rumor about my father." Oh shit...I know exactly what he is talking about. His family has had a grudge on mine for years, after my dad won the City Representative title. But he didn't make up a rumor, Al's father doomed himself by sleeping with an intern.
"But what's in the past is in the past," he finishes with a smile.
But what's in the past is still remembered, because he advances towards me. Al presses my frail body against the wall and his large one. I can't breathe, but I don't know if that's because of how frightened I am, or if it's because of his weight.
His hand roams up my side, sending shivers through my body. "Stop," I whisper to him. I plead. But Al only smirks, and Four and Peter are leaning against the wall farthest away, talking. Al's hand continues up to my side, and dips under the curve of my almost non-existent breasts. "Stop!" I cry out, a little louder. When Peter hear's me, he gives a side way glance and smirks. But when Four looks, he looks straight into my eyes, and it almost looks apologetic. Odd.
Al's violating hands are on my hips, and he is studying my face. He seems like he could be a nice young man, but that's not the path he decided to take. Tears are slipping down my cheek slowly, but I'm not pleading anymore.
Four looks back over at me. He nods to the end of the alley.
I run out of Al's grip without thinking about any of them.
