Life As A Dauntless

by AnonymousFanDude

Initiation is over and Tris is happy with her Dauntless life. But will she remain happy? There are people out there trying to hurt her. That's a question that will be answered as you read the story. Also, there was no war so that means Will is alive. Please do me a favour and review telling me what you think and follow and favourite. I love hearing what you guys have to say.

11. Chapter 11

What up bros! It's AnonymousFanDude! For the fifth time today. I legit have no life...anyway, here's chapter 11.

Tris POV

I reach out to grab his hand. Our finger are only inches apart. I just need to run a little bit faster. I don't watch my step and I trip on something. What even was that—

I get interrupted by my thoughts when a hand clamps my mouth shut. I feel something metal near my neck and I start to cry. I cry out of both fear and the pain shooting up and down my unhealed arm. "Tris!" The only word I hear from Tobias and possibly the last one I'll ever hear.

I look up at the person and notice that they're wearing a mask.

I try to scream and get away from their hold but they have a strong grip. They must be Dauntless. The mask person looks at the train and punches me hard in the head. My vision gets really cloudy and I get dizzy. It was a hard hit. More tears spill and I try to scream but it doesn't work. Screaming's no use.

I feel a stabbing pain in my gut and then I realise what happened. He stabbed me. He had a knife. He puts the knife back to my neck and I scream again. The pain is really bad, even worse than my arm was. But that's probably because I was too dizzy to feel my arm break multiple times.

He breaks contact with the train and drags me to the bushes. We sit there for about five minutes, me trying to escape, him getting annoyed every now and then and just punching me. When I finally stop squirming and just give up, he starts to talk but the mask muffles the voice a little and alters the sound so I can put a name on it.

"Hello, Tris. You'd better take a final look at the world while you can, you're never gonna see it again." What does he mean by that? Is he going to kill me? Lock me up and torture me? And how does he know my name? How does he know me?

I stomp on his foot and he let's go of me. I start to run but I end up crashing back to the hard ground. My gut is killing me. I could have been free if he hadn't have stabbed me. My hands are on my wound and I'm rolling around on the floor, groaning. Not crying. I will never cry I front of this guy. I hate him! And I'm pretty sure he hates me too.

He walks over to me and smiles down at me. "Did little Trissy think she could get away? That's adorable. You're never getting away. And I'm gonna make sure of that." He says it as if he's talking to a baby. I hate him so much already. He draws back his foot and kicks me in the gut.

"Tobias," I scream even though I know he can't hear me. And he might never hear me again. I get kicked again. "Tobias! Help me! Tobias!"

"If you were wise you'd shut up, got it?" I nod. "Good."

He kneels down next to me and pulls my head back by my hair. He pushes my head forward and pushes it down into the dirt. I can't breathe.

Damn! Suffocation sucks. He pulls my head and and just smashes it into the train rails. I scream again by accident. He stabs the knife into my back, near the right shoulder blade and I try to scream again but he muffles his hand back over my mouth again.

He puts the knife back to my throat and I can feel the blood on it trickling down my neck. I try to scream, thinking about what more torture I'll be going through later. He kicks me again and I groan.

"Oh, is that fun?" He kicks me again and again. He kicks me in the gut, back, side, chest. I cry the entire time, mostly from pain this time.

He stops and just laughs. What a dick! "Oh look! Here comes the train!" He grabs my arm and pulls me up. I scream and he slaps me in the back of the head. "Now shut up and get on the train or I'll kill you!"

I do as I'm told and I jump on the train and lay down on the floor. I look at my gut. Red. That's all I see. And black. And more black, and more, until black is all I see.

EVERYBODY KNOWS, IM A MOTHERFUCKING PAGE BREAK!

I wake up but can't see anything. Why can't I see anything? Answer: because there is something on my head and I can't see. I try to take it off but my arms are tied to something. I think a chair. My legs are tied too.

I try to speak and ask anyone that might be here why I'm here but my mouth is duct taped. And not I remember why. The guy with the mask had stabbed me and forced me onto the train. And then I blacked out. And now I'm here. Wherever 'here' is.

"Well, look who's finally awake." I would recognise that voice anywhere.

Peter.

Ooh, I ended it on another cliff hanger. And I'm probably just going to write chapter 12 now. I have like, anti-writers block. Which means, I have too many ideas and I just can't stop. So, QOTC? Yeah. What did you dress up as for Halloween? I was Smiley. Like the creepy pasta that travels through internet sites.

I did it for the lulz

I did it for the lulz

I did it for the lulz

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