Oh my gosh, you guys! It has been CRAZY! I have been super busy and had auditions and concerts and homework and ugh! It was crazy... I'm sosososo sorry for not updating in so long. *sobbing in a corner* I'm sorry! Here it is... Long long long overdue! I am so grateful to all of you guys! I love you!

"Tris, Truth or Dare?"

I snap out of my daze. Uriah speaks to me as if I'm a young child.

"Truth... Or... Dare?"

I roll my eyes.

"Dare." It comes out more confident than I had imagined. On the inside, I'm shaking...I know what Uriah can come up with...

He thinks for a minute before gasping and clapping his hands together like a two-year-old.

"Go into the woods behind the house and stay there for ten minutes. No witness."

I shiver and glance outside. The sky is turning from purplish pink to dark blue. I gulp and quietly accept. As I descend the stairs, I let out a small laugh. There's nothing to be afraid of, right? Right?

...hey-o, I'm a page break, nice to meat you!...

I check my watch. 6 minutes left. I'm freezing my butt off in this short dress that Princess Christina forced me to wear. In a flash, I hand grabs my arm and I open my mouth to let out a scream. Another hand clamps over my mouth. Someone ties my hands behind my back and another punches me in the stomach. I am bent over, gagging, when I bite the kidnapper's hand. He yelps and I try to run, but I knock into a wall. This time, it's a human, not a vending machine. Oh no.

Four POV

We all check our watches.

"Hashtag twinmoment," Zeke screams. Shauna rolls her eyes.

"You don't have to hashtag everything and just because we checked the time doesn't mean we're twins."

"Sorry, don't get your panties in a twist." He reaches over and drags her onto his lap. She struggles and we-awkwardly-watch them wrestle. In the end, they start to kiss and leave the room.

The room is silent. Like, dead silent. We glance around awkwardly.

"Oh my god, what is that smell?"

"Ew, Uriah, did you fart?"

"What? No, of course not! It was...Will?"

No one buys it.

"Four?"

We all shun him. With our backs turned, we make very awkward small talk.

"So...umm..."

"Yeah..."

"Hey, hasn't it been, like, twelve minutes? She should be back by now," Marlene eventually says. We all internally sigh at a topic to discuss. Until we all realize what she's saying. I check my watch. Fifteen minutes have gone by. We venture out onto the porch, but she is no where to be found.

"Hey," calls Uriah, "maybe she's trying to scare us. We should head back inside."

Everyone agrees and goes back in, but I stay out on the porch. As I watch crows fly from the trees, I think of what to say. I run the scene over in my head.

I was so worried about you! No, too nice.

It's about time you showed up. You might as well shouldn't have shown up at all. Will that make her hate me more?

Yup.

What abo-

My thoughts are interrupted by a faint-but-audible yelp. I stand, alert and shaking with fear. In the darkness, I make out two figures carrying some sort of bag. But the bag is moving. I race across the yard, secretly hoping the bag is full of snakes or something, and dash into the bushes.

A handkerchief covers my mouth and the only thing I can think while the world blackens is: Tris. Tris. Tris...

I awake to muffled voices in pitch black darkness. I strain my ears until I can barely make out pieces of what they are saying.

"Legendary... Four... Accident... Gone... Tris."

I sit up abruptly in my chair. Tris! Tris! I need to save her... Find her... I need her. But how? I can't get up, I can't even move! I squirm and pull, but my restraints hold me back. A single lightbulb above me is illuminated. It sheds a dim, eerie light, not reaching out beyond the small spotlight in which I am bound. My head is pushed from behind until it is bent, my chin touching my chest. I hear footsteps and feet appear in my vision. I tense, tugging on the ropes behind my back. My wrists burn from friction and my clothes are splattered with blood. I need to get out of here.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?"

Tris POV

I jolt awake. I am in a long, white room. It is brightly illuminated. I try to get up multiple times before realizing that I am strapped down. Strapped to a table. How did I get here? May head throbs and I feel an immense pain in my leg. Suddenly, a needle jabs into my neck and everything goes numb. I can't move my body, not even my eyes. I can't breathe. But I'm not dead...

I look up and see a familiar set of eyes.

The sound of boots clicking on a linoleum floor alarms me.

"So, Beatrice. I see you've decided to join us."

With that, she presses a button and I am free to move again. Well, as much as you can move while strapped to a table. The straps around my arms and neck retract and I sit up. The lady hands me a gun.

"Shoot them."

I twist my face in confusion. But she isn't looking at me. She's looking behind me. I glance over my shoulder and see my family strapped to chairs.

"Shoot them, or you die."

I turn back to face her and shake my head. She puts her gun up to me and presses the barrel hard into my forehead.

I remain calm and focus on keeping my breathing steady. Because I know her. The woman, the scared little girl, holding the gun up to my head is Me.

Please check out my collab story: The One That Got Away. Written with Ally646 (on her profile). Also, follow me on twitter! closetnerd2802