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Tris POV

My mind races. All I can think of is Tobias. We stare at each other.
The shots sounded really close, and there's usually no one down by his apartment, so we know they must be coming for us.

We exchange a look. He nods, and we both know what to do.

I go to his room and get us each a gun. By now, there aren't any shots, but you can't be too sure.

I lean against the front door, and almost as soon as I do, I feel it vibrate as someone pounds on it.

"Open up this door! We want Beatrice!"

The voice sounds like a male, and the voice sounds familiar, but I have no idea who it belongs to.

But Tobias' eyes widen and his face goes ghost white. He knows who it is.

Then, in one quick movement, the door is busted down and a gun is being pressed to my head. It all happened so fast, I didn't have time to react.

But I do now.

My eyes are wide with fear. Tobias raises his hand with the gun, shakily, but steady.

"Tobias, my son, don't make me do this." Marcus. He clicks the bullet into place.

"What do you want with her? Just let her go!"

"Well, if I did that, I wouldn't have any leverage over you, now would I?"

And with one quick movement, I'm tossed to the two people behind him.
Tobias makes a lunge, but it's too late. By the time he lunges, the gun goes off and I let out a scream of pain.

That's when everything goes black.

Tobias POV

"Well, son, look what you've done. You've hurt her. You better hope she has the will to hold on."

"You bastard! What do you want with me? With us?"

He laughs. An evil, maniacal laugh. I don't think I've ever heard him laugh.

"It's not even Beatrice I want. I want you to set the record straight."

I feel my face burn. "Set what record straight? The fact that you abused your only son? It's true, and it's time that everyone knows!"

He only grins.

"Well, that was the easy way. I guess you'll have to do it the hard way. Drop her. Let's go." He snaps to the two men and they drop Tris. Literally, drop her. She slumps to the ground and lies there in a crumple.

I scoop her up and take her to the infirmary.

They treat her, and within two hours, she is up. Relief floods my face as I stare into her beautiful eyes. I softly skim her cheekbone and she moves her hand up to mine.

She sighs with relief, not even questioning what happened, and closes her eyes, still holding my hand in hers.

There's Chapter 3! Do you guys think I should continue thus story? I would really like it if you would review! Thanks so much! I love you all, my little Pansycakes! 4 *does cool hunger games 3-finger salute* *rues whistle plays*