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Chapter 11
It's up to the boys now.
Tris' POV.
I had just finished coming out of my fear landscape. I'm always last so me and Four can go and do something after. "How was that time round." Four says to me. I'm still slightly disoriented, I wipe my sweaty palms on my black jeans. "Yeah, It was um- well it was just like normal." I reply and sigh. I swing my legs over the side of the chair and Four places himself between them wrapping me in a hug. I pull back slightly and kiss his collarbone, then up to his jaw and slowly find his lips. He grips my thighs with his large hands and it takes me by surprise, when I gasp in his mouth, he pulls back. "Tris if you do that again I won't be able to control myself. You honestly do not know how crazy you make me." Four says trying to keep a straight face. I smirk at him and pull him towards me again so our lips collide, he plays with the hem of my shirt circling the skin just above my trouser line with his thumbs. I smile as he kisses me. We jump apart as someone bursts through the door, I immediately cross my legs feeling the blood rush to my face.
Eric. He is standing in the door frame completely out of breath. "You. Need. To. See. This." Eric said in between heaves. He's off again sprinting out of the room. I glance quickly at Four and then follow Eric. What could be so important that he couldn't just tell us now. In under a minute we are in Tonis office. When I sober up from the run I look at both of them and notice their red blotchy eyes. Never did I think I'd see these two strong people crying. That is when I realize that this has to be something major, something horrific. I go and stand by Toni and she nods at the screen in front of her, Four comes up behind me and places a hand on my hip. Im's looking at a black screen- wait no- someones sitting in a seat in the middle of the room. Rachel. I almost didn't recognise her with her blood stained face. I see my father come into focus with his belt, I freeze at the sight of it remembering the past. Gushes of tears are clouding my vision and I turn and wheep into Four shoulder. "We have the whole of Dauntless looking for her. We know that they are stuck in the compound because they can't find a way out." Toni says. Suddenly I stop crying and look frantically around the room. "Wheres Nicole?" I almost shout. "I was just about to go and get her after I got you and Four-" Eric starts but before I can listen to the rest I bolt out of the door on my way to the food hall where I saw her with Peter at lunch. Everyone is too shocked to follow me, but as I get to the end of the hall I can hear Fours voice at the start but it doesn't stop me.
Everything is going in a blur as I race down to where I want to be, I hear a sudden scream and turn sharply down a small path, I almost missed it because it was so unnoticeable in the darkened hall. When I get to the end of a path there is a door and I open it to find Nicole with a gun to her head, the man holding it looked grim and muscular. "You fuck, let her go." I growl. The door slams behind me and there stands Marcus Eaton. "Ah, this is perfect. You see I have kept my eye out for you waiting for the right moment to catch you. I knew you were about to run to find you precious sister after seeing the recording and I knew you would hear the scream I made Nicole do, want to hear it again. Oh wait no I don't want to attract any unwanted attention so be a good girl and do as I say." Marcus says with a gag in hand ready to put it in my mouth. I fill my lungs with air ready to scream knowing Four will be around somewhere but don't get the chance as Marcus leaps on me pushing my body to the ground with his and knocking all the air out of me. He shoves the gag in my mouth and I attempt at doing what I was taught in training and it paid off. Marcus was on his back but once again I didn't scream as I remembered the man with the gun pointed at my sister's head. Shit.Think, think, think.
Marcus binds my hands with black plastic that looks easy to break but no matter how hard I try I can't. He then gags me and does the same to my sister. When he slowly opens the door to see if anyone else is out there he confirms the coast is clear and pushes me out. I can just about flip my hairband off my hand onto the floor. breadcrumb technique. Suddenly I'm shoved forward into a door just opposite the one we had come out of. It looked like an old storage room, quite big. I see Rachel attached to the chair and run over to her. Nicole tried to do the same but the dude that had hold of her wouldn't budge. Rachel rolled her head up and looked into my eyes and then fear was evident in her as she saw that it was me. "Noooo!" She screamed. But not for long as John walked over to us pushed me out-of-the-way to the ground and clamped his hand over Rachels mouth. Then pushed the chair back hard enough that Rachel fell back smacking her head on the floor, still just about conscious. I'm livid, I stand up a kick John straight in the face. He flys back and crumbles to the floor. The happy jolt that went through me stopped as darkness swallowed me up and a throbbing pain in the back of my head was all I could remember.
Nicoles POV.
Everything seems so weird when looking down the barrel of a gun. How did I even get into the arms of this asshole anyway. One minute me and Peter were walking back to the dorms after training and the next Peter was on the ground and I was swept away. Poor Peter he didn't deserve to be associated with such a shitty man who I call my father. My thoughts were intrupted as a big hand fondled my ass. When I see it is the guy holding the gun I just growl at him not really being able to do much more.
"Trent, sit her in a chair." John commands, I'm confused at first and then realize that the big dummy holding me must have been Trent. He grabs a chair and sat me down in it. He ties me and Tris both to our chairs so we can't escape. I look over at Rachel and she isn't looking good at all. Her hair is matted with blood and her face is just bruises and cuts, I can't see any normal skin color. Rachel groans a little and attempts to get onto her back instead of on her face. Tris sags in her chair unconscious from when Marcus hit her over the head after she delivered an awesome kick to Johns head. "You always seemed like the most tolerant one," John was speaking to me now. "So I want you to just be quite and sit still." He finished. I hated the way that the Trent dude in the corner was looking at me. "Why? Why are you doing this, you really have gone mental." I say to John. He fiddles with the bloodied belt in his hands, disgustingly picking away at the dried blood of his daughter. Then he looked up and smiled at me. "You three little bitches left me. I now have no one. I haven't got much to live for now, I always found joy in, how do I put it, releasing my stress out on you three-" I cut him off. "You mean beating the shit out of us daily." I correct him, that's when I got my first assault. He rests the belt along my arm, then starts tugging back and forth until I feel my skin burning and I screech behind Trent's hand. Tears escape my eyes from the pain. Well I guess it's up to the boys now.
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