AN: Hey guys! So everyone voted for who Tris should end up with, and the winner is (Drumroll)...Four! It was a close tie. Both Triah and Fourtris were at nine votes, but one person voted fourtris before one person voted Triah. So thats over. The name contest continues. The next hint is at the bottom. Good luck, and enjoy the story.

''''WARNING! T/M RATING! TORTURE SCENES.''''

Tris POV

I wake up with a pounding headache. I groan. Every time my heart beats, a pain shoots through my head. I lift my head, wincing. I see HIM. The man who tried to kill me. But...wait. Those eyes, those ocean blue eyes. Can it be? This man, the man who tried to kill me, is the dream man? Just then, three people stand under a light in a line. The light illuminates their figures. Four says something but I'm too zoned out to hear. I am more focused on the short one than the others. Two of them look almost the same height. However, that one shorter one is maybe three inches taller than me. Then they all remove their masks in a swift, unison motion. There stands Zeke, Uriah, and Chris. I gasp. How could they betray us? I hear a dripping sound. I didn't even notice the man's wrists were cut. Are they going to torture us? "You wrists. Your bleeding out." I say. He looks at me with worries in his eyes. "I'm more concerned about you than my wrists." This confuses me. Why would he care about me? Zeke comes over with a knife. I freeze, staring in shock at it. Would they really do this to us? My question is answered when a sting comes from my cheek, and blood runs down. They cut me. Zeke cuts my wrists too, whispering Uriah something I cant hear. Probably something about re-cutting my wrists when they start to stop, like the man. I still don't know his name. I study his face, hopping to get some memory to spark. But nothing happens. Zeke cuts my ankle, which hurt more than my wrists. I suck in air, hoping it will dial the pain down like medicine. Nothing. He does this to the other one, and I close my eyes, hoping some pain would stop. Zeke lifts my shirt up just enough to show all my stomach, and the bottom of my bra. He lifts the knife and positions it, ready to cut. "Zeke. Please, you don't have to do this." I say, hoping he will stop. He just stares blankly at the knife. "Zeke please." He cuts.

FOUR POV

Tris begs Zeke not to do it. He has the knife just over her stomach. The weird thing is he doesn't respond, he just stares blankly at the knife. "Like a sim." I Think. I am brought out of my trans by the scream of Tris. It is a scream full of pain, and misery. Blood gushes from her stomach, and I watch helpless as the girl I love sufferers. Watching her is excruciating. Tears fall down her once happy face, mixing with the blood that was once contained in her frail form. Her once sweet, delicate voice cries out in pain and agony. Her once glowing skin tone, turned pail from blood loss. Her once perfect form penetrated, by a single blade. I have to watch the entire thing. Finally Zeke stops. Tris lay there awake, but barely. There are cuts everywhere on her. Some shallow, others really deep. She looks as though she could pass out any moment. Then Zeke hands the knife to Uriah. He starts towards me. He does the same thing Zeke did to Tris on me. In the end, we both lay there, Tears roll off both of our cheeks. Mine for the pain Tris has had to go through. "Four?" She starts. She remembers me. "Are we going to live through this?" I really do not want to tell her, but our chances of escaping or being rescued are slight. The only people who would look for us, are our torturers. "Yeah, somehow we will." The edges of my vision go fuzzy. "Tris?" She doesn't respond. I look up at her. She sits limply, the ropes being the only thing holding her up. I sigh. I think of her laugh. All the times she said her laugh was ugly. It's like the sweet sound of chimes on a porch, playing a song in a soft spring breeze. Her hair, gold like the sun, with brown like the soil in the amity farms beyond the fence. Her eyes, piercing blue like the sky, with a little grey. But her smiles always make the grey fade. All the times she asked me why I love a skinny, pathetic girl like her, I was hurt. She didn't believe me when I said she was the most perfect girl I have ever seen and meet. She was so brave, she climbed the Ferris wheel without hesitation. She was so kind, it's almost like the word 'no' isn't in her dictionary. She was so honest, she told me the truth about her being afraid of sex, rather than going through with it, thinking that would make me happy. She is so selfless, that she helps anyone, no matter what the task was. Whether it was silly, angering, or downright embarrassing she would do it. Lastly, she was so smart, she would think of something, I could not even imagine of thinking. She was perfect. I try to keep my head up, but my vision is blurry and somewhat black. I can't stay awake much longer. I look up at our used to be friends. They stand thee watching us. Zeke takes the knife, holds it to his neck and cut deep. "No!" I shout. It was too late. Zeke crumbled to the ground, blood pouring out his neck. The others take the knife and repeat. I watch in horror as they lay on the ground, bleeding out. I know I now hate them, but they were at times our friends. My eyes get heavy, and my body feels as though someone put weights on it. I drift into darkness.

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I open my heavy eyes slowly. The first thing that hits me is a bright, white light. I groan. I fully open my eyes and look around. I'm in the infirmary. I'm hooked up to a respirator which is breathing for me. I slide that off and take a deep breath. It feels cool instead of the steamy-ish respirator. I hear a beeping. Its just a heart monitor. I'm hooked up to a lot of machines. I look at the edge of the bed, and see the call button. I push it and a nurse comes within 5 seconds. "Ah! Four, your up." She says perky. How long have I been out? She looks at her clip board and checks some of the monitors. After a 5 minutes of her nodding and saying "That seems alright, maybe a bit low." She finally smiles at me and says, "Ok, everything seems to be alright. Do you have any questions?" I think of three. "Yeah, actually three. How long have I been unconscious? What happened to the others? Is Tris alright?" I say in on breath. The nurse laughs, I don't see how that was funny. "The others are fine, but Tris is in a coma. You were in one too for six months." What? Six months?! How could I have been in a coma for six months, and don't even know it? Oh my god...Tris! "Will Tris wake up too?" I ask, scared of the truth. "We don't know. Unlike you, she has not showed any signs of waking up. At the 3rd month, you twitched your hand. At the fifth, you were licking your lips, and rolling your eyes around. You even reacted to a flashlight shined in your pupil. Tris has done nothing. We even lost her two times." Lost her? Like she died? What if she never wakes up? On the other hand, if she does wake up what if she hates me because I didn't help her while she was tortured? I think of this, until Zeke and Uriah enter the room. They both have scares on their neck, from where they slit them. "Hi." Zeke says. I say nothing. Just stare at them. "Now I get why Christina didn't want to come in. It is kind of awkward." Whispers Uriah. He does not know his whisper is kinda loud. "Kind of awkward? You guys tortured Tris and I!" I yell. "Look dude-" "Don't call me dude! You betrayed us both, and look what you did! You put me in a six month long coma, and Tris in a coma, she may never wake up from!" I yell, Enraged by what they have done to us, but mostly Tris. I may never see her happy eyes, or bright smile again. All because they betrayed us. I may never get to apologise to her for hurting her in the ways I did. Cheating on her, avoiding her, and now putting her through this mess. "Just leave!" I yell, pointing to the door. Uriah immediately leaves, but Zeke turns around just at the doorway. His eyes are his regular color, instead of the mostly black they were when her tortured us. "You should know four, being the Initiate trainer, when your best friend is under a sim." He closes the door.

Don't even ask me where that came from. I thought of this chapter as I went along. So anyway, the name contest continues. Here is the next hint:

My name was in the Bible

There is your hint so start guessing. Remember if you need a refresher on the rules, they are located in the last chapter. So is the prize choice. So, good luck! Please leave a review how the story is, or a comment telling where you want this story to go. Thanks my Moustaches!

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-Trissypoo64