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Tris POV
I listen to Eric's breathing become even and hear his soft snores as he surrenders to his exhaustion. I slowly roll from his chest, moving his arm off of me as I separate myself from him. I lay on my back and stare at the ceiling, organizing the thoughts that are running rampant through my mind. I never thought I could love someone like Eric. He has always been the cold, closed off and intimidating leader who was cruel and calculated in the way he dealt with everyone who crossed his path. Sometimes I wish I could remember everything about him, but other times I'm thankful that my memories are just fuzzy enough to allow me to forget some of the awful things Tobias told me about him. I wonder how different our lives would be if I hadn't of listened to Tobias.
I lie here for a few minutes watching him sleep. This is the only time he looks relaxed, there's no furrow in his eyebrows, no looks of disappointment and no icy glares. His mouth is open slightly, and the arm that was previously wrapped around me now rests across his abdomen. His muscles are defined and the contrast of his dark tattoos and light skin is beautiful. The ring in his lip and the two in his nipples actually compliment his looks rather than detract from them, along with his microdermals above his eyebrow and plugs in his ears. He is Dauntless. He is perfect.
"I really do love you. I hope you'll forgive me." I whisper, brushing my lips against his cheek.
I slip out of bed and get dressed, not daring to make any noise. I look at Eric's sleeping form one more time before quietly slipping out of our room. I take a deep breath and walk out of our door and head to the infirmary to find Peter. He's sitting in a chair in between the two beds, dozing. I walk over to him and nudge his foot with my boot.
"Did Tori send you?" He asks with a yawn.
"No, where is she?" I ask.
"She was beyond exhausted. I kicked her out. What time is it?" He asks. I glance over at the clock on the wall behind his head.
"5:30 am."
"Why aren't you sleeping? Or doing whatever it is you and Eric do?" He asks with a smirk.
"Peter, I want to go." I reply.
"Well, go then. I've got this Tris, go to bed." He says while stretching his arms over his head.
"No, you don't understand. I want to follow your plan. We should go to Evelyn." I reply.
"Tris, no. Eric will literally kill me. You heard him already." He replies, shaking his head.
"Finn died because of me. Marlene and Christina almost did. Peter, who knows how many more people have gotten that serum? I can't have anyone else die because of me. I'm leaving tonight, with or without you."
He takes a deep breath before speaking. "What about Eric?" He asks.
"He will find us." I reply.
"You're forcing his hand. Think about this." He replies.
"He loves me. He will find us. Peter, I'm serious, I'm leaving with or without you. All I ask is if you stay, give me a head start before you say anything to Eric." I reply, standing up.
"Tris, wait." He reaches out for my arm. "Are you absolutely sure you want to do this. He's right, this could lead you to your death. This is dangerous."
"I won't let anyone else die because of me. You said it yourself, they are going to do everything they can to exploit my relationship with Eric. What if he's the next target? I can't let anything happen to him."
Before he can answer Uriah comes in. Peter fills him in on Marlene and Chris' condition as he settles into a chair next to Marlene.
"Will's on his way, why don't you two head out and try to rest. I'll be here." He says and we both nod and bid our goodbyes before leaving the room.
Peter follows me in silence before grabbing my arm and pulling me down a different hallway.
"Where are we going?" I ask.
"My apartment. We need weapons and supplies if we're doing this." He drags me to his apartment where we take everything we think we'll need. We head out towards the train.
"There's a camera over there that we need to avoid." I gesture to where the camera is trained down on us. We move as far away as we can, while still being able to look for the train. "Keep your voice down too." I whisper and he nods.
"Last chance. Are you sure?" He asks.
"Yes. I trust you." I reply.
"I'm trusting you too. Don't do anything stupid. Well, don't do anything more stupid than what we're doing now." He says nervously.
"This was technically your idea." I remind him.
"But your boyfriend can technically kill me in less than two seconds once he finds us." He replies.
I'm unable to reply as the train comes towards us, we take off running and easily jump into a car.
"You know where to go?" I ask and he nods.
"I'm going to need to zip tie your hands, I'll keep them as loose as possible. We need to make this believable, ok?" He says.
"I know."
He ties my wrists behind my back. "Tris, just remember no matter what kind of horrible shit I have to say or do to you, I mean none of it ok?"
"Peter, I know. I won't mean any of the horrible shit I say back to you." I smirk and he smiles.
"You're really fucking brave, you know?" He replies.
"You are too. You are not what I expected. I never apologized for accusing you of stabbing Edward in the eye. I should have known that it was Drew."
"Don't worry about it. It's a well known fact that I was an asshole during training." He replies.
"Was? So you're no longer an asshole?" I ask with a smile.
"Assholes can reform. You should know this first hand since you're in love with one." He smirks. His expression turns serious. "I'm going to do everything I can to keep you safe, just like before Tris."
"I know you will, and thank you." I reply.
We sit in silence for a few minutes before Peter indicates we have to jump. He holds on to me tightly to help me as we leap from the train. Peter pulls out his pistol and holds it to my back as we start walking towards a large building. Once we're closer, three people begin to walk towards us.
"Who the fuck are you?" The lone female asks, sneering at us.
"Peter Hayes. I'm here to see Evelyn." He replies.
"Evelyn doesn't accept unsolicited visitors." One of the men replies.
"Believe me, she's going to want to see me." He replies, roughly turning me around to show my bonded hands and the gun he has to my back. The man's eyebrows go up.
"Is this who I think it is?" He asks.
"Tris Prior." Peter replies and the other man steps forward.
"No fucking way. How'd you get her?" He asks.
"Right out from under their noses." Peter laughs. "They thought I was loyal to them, it took for fucking ever. This bitch is a lot more trouble than she's worth."
"Evelyn may beg to differ. She's been damn near impossible to find. I'll take her off your hands." The man replies.
"Not so fast." Peter yanks me towards him. "We're a package deal. The girl only stays if I can work with Evelyn."
The three look at each other before the girl speaks. "Jesse, let's take them in. You know Evelyn is going to want him too. He can be very useful." She smiles.
"Indeed I can. I was pretty much the second in command. They trusted me implicitly." Peter replies.
"Ezra, Cheyenne you two stay here. I'm going to escort our new friends to Evelyn." Jesse replies, gesturing for Peter to follow him. I struggle against Peter, kicking him hard for good measure.
"Fuck!" He yells. "You little bitch!" He turns towards me, and sympathy flashes in his eyes before he hits me. I can tell he's holding back greatly.
"Feisty!" Jesse says. "She's Coulter's woman, isn't she?" He asks.
"I can talk you know." I reply. Jesse stops walking and turns his attention towards me.
"Oh you can, huh? Well answer me then, you're his woman right?" He asks.
"He'll come for me." I reply, the tears in my eyes are real thinking about Eric.
"Im sure he will, that's the plan at least. Evelyn would love to be the one to put a bullet between his eyes." Jesse replies with a sinister smile before he starts walking again. He comes to a closed door with two guards. "Hey Therese, I need to go in. Believe me when I say Evelyn is going to want to meet our guests."
The woman he is speaking to nods and gestures us inside. Jesse walks in first, and once he steps aside we see Evelyn. She's a slight woman, wavy brown hair falling to her shoulders. The same hooked nose as Tobias, but her eyes are darker. She glances up and has a questioning look on her face.
"Jesse, who are these people?" Evelyn asks.
"I'm Peter Hayes, I am defecting from Dauntless and asking to work with you. I've brought someone you've been looking for." He says, shoving me forward but keeping his hard grip on my arm.
"You're correct Peter, we have been looking for Miss Prior. I must say, I'm surprised that you brought her to me. From what I understand, you are quite close to Eric Coulter and his cause." She says.
"Only close enough to gain his trust until I could get the leverage I needed to join you." He replies.
"Interesting. Well, what it is you want in exchange for Miss Prior?" She asks.
"I want to work with you. I want to be the one who watches her suffer." He replies with a dark chuckle.
"Well, that can certainly be arranged. I'm quite pleased with the gift you've brought me. You will be handsomely rewarded." The look in her eyes is almost one of hunger, and for first time since arriving I feel true fear. She stands up and walks from behind her desk, pausing to face me, placing her hand on my cheek. "You're such a pretty one. I can see why my son almost gave everything up for you. I just needed to remind him of what's temporary and what's permanent in his life." I struggle hard against Peter's grip. "So feisty. We will certainly need to keep an eye on you. Jesse, thank you for escorting our guests, can you please find Edgar and send him to me?"
"Yes ma'am." Jesse replies before scurrying out the door.
"It's too bad you didn't try harder with Tobias. The two of you together could have been unstoppable. Two divergents, both serum resistant, both raised in Abnegation and both Dauntless trained. It's truly a rare feat." She says. "But, you didn't love my son. You left him for that traitor." She shakes her head.
"Your recollection of events is highly inaccurate. The only traitors I know are your son, my brother and this asshole." I spit and lunge towards her, Peter pulls me back.
"Cut your shit Stiff." Peter growls. I feel his thumb slightly rub against my arm behind my back. It's not much, but it's comforting.
"I'll be damned. When Jesse told me that someone hand delivered Tris Prior I thought he was full of shit." Another man has entered the room. He has dark blonde hair, cut short and slicked back along with blue eyes. He looks familiar, but I can't place him, and that makes me involuntarily shiver. Peter rubs his thumb on my arm again.
"Edgar, thank you for joining us. We'll be taking a little trip to Erudite tonight to deliver Miss Prior. Could you please gather a few of your most trusted soldiers for an escort?" She asks.
"Right away ma'am." Edgar replies as he leaves the room.
"Peter, how is it that you came to the decision to leave Dauntless?" Evelyn asks.
"I was never loyal to them. I worked with Jeanine in her lab, and when Eric Coulter turned on her and shot her I wanted to save my own ass. So I helped him with Tris, and in doing so not only did I gain his trust, I became one of his closest advisors."
"You can certainly be very useful for me. I'm glad that those who were once loyal to Jeanine are making their way back to me." She replies with a smile.
"There are others under his command that aren't as loyal as he believes. I'm glad to be here, and I look forward to working for you. Especially when it comes to watching this one suffer."
"You're not a fan of hers either I take it." She asks.
"Can you stop fucking talking about me like I'm not sitting right here?" I yell and Peter pulls me to him so our faces are inches apart.
"Stop fucking talking. If we want to hear from you, we'll ask you a fucking question." He sneers. "Be a good girl." He says, running his finger down my nose. I jerk away from him.
Edgar returns with several men and women. "We're ready." He announces.
"Excellent. Let's go, we have a trip to make." She says, walking out the door.
Peter grabs my arm roughly and pushes me forward to follow behind Evelyn, when his body is directly behind mine, he squeezes my arm reassuringly.
The walk to Erudite is surprisingly short, I never realized just how close Evelyn and her followers had moved to the action. While Peter put a good show on of being rough and speaking angrily to me, his gentle squeezes and touches at times were his way of apologizing. Once we're inside the building, we are led up several flights of stairs and into a room I recognize immediately - it's the same central room with holding cells surrounding it that I was in before. I stiffen at the memory.
"Get her locked away. There are some things I need to take care of, but I will be back." Evelyn says as Edgar steps forward. He moves towards the same cell I was in before, placing his hand on the panel to unlock the door.
"Wait. I'll need access to that cell before you're locking her anywhere. We need to keep my end of this deal. I want full access to this one." Peter says.
"Oh, it's like that is it?" Edgar smiles. "You gonna share her?" He asks. I can't help the shudder that runs through me.
"I don't share." Peter sneers.
"How long you been fucking his woman?" He asks, while working on a computer station in between the cells. Peter rubs circles on my arm with his thumb. "Here, put your hand here for a scan."
Peter walks forward, dragging me with him. He places his hand on the scanner and the program begins analyzing his handprint. Edgar glances over his shoulder at me, and he smiles slightly before returning his attention to the computer in front of him.
"Ok, try unlocking her cell." Peter places his hand on the panel and the door unlocks. He shoves me forward.
"Hold still Stiff." Peter says, yanking my arms out towards him. He swiftly cuts the zip ties holding my wrists. He turns me around so I'm facing him, then leans in towards my ear and whispers "I'll be back soon." He walks out of the cell and closes the door behind him.
I watch out the window as Edgar shows him some different things on the computer. After several minutes, I see Evelyn enter the room and gesture for Peter to follow, leaving Edgar as the lone guard. My stomach drops as he begins walking towards my cell. I back up to the wall and stand against it as he unlocks the door and steps inside. He closes the door behind him and leans against it.
"He's helping you, isn't he?" He asks, keeping his distance from me.
"If by helping you mean lying to me, tricking me and then bringing me to my certain death then yeah he's a fucking Good Samaritan." I reply. The corners of Edgar's lips lift in a smile.
"You're pretty funny. For the record, I'm sick of her shit." He replies.
"Forgive me if I don't believe a word you say. If you haven't noticed, everyone in my life likes to lie to me. Speaking of liars, have you seen my backstabbing brother?" I ask.
"Yeah. And you're right, Caleb's definitely a backstabber. Look, I know you don't trust me, and you have every right not to, but I'm on your side. She wants to control people like us." He replies.
"People like us?" I ask.
"Divergents. I'm not serum resistant like you and Four, but I'm just as divergent as you are. If her little plan to control us fails, she's going to kill us." He replies.
"So what is your reward for trying to gain my trust?" I ask.
"Nothing. Evelyn doesn't know I'm divergent, as a matter of fact not many people do, but she's smart...she'll find a way to weed us out. So, even though you don't trust me yet, I'm trusting you with my secrets." He replies. "Besides, if I wanted to hurt you this is a great opportunity for me to do it. No ones here to stop me."
I feel my stomach drop again and wish that Peter would come back. Surprisingly, Edgar makes no moves towards me.
"Where's Peter?" I ask.
"Getting debriefed. Evelyn likes to analyze the shit out of people, so he may be in there awhile. He's a former Candor, I really hope he's good at lying." He replies.
"You said secrets, as in plural. So, what other things are you entrusting me with Edgar?" I ask. I don't know why I'm encourage this conversation to continue, but there's something intriguing about Edgar.
"We have more in common than you think, Tris." He says while picking at his fingernails. "Did you know I'm only six months older than Caleb?"
"So your birthday is the big secret?" I scoff.
"No. My parents are." He sighs. "I'm telling you this because I need you to know who's side I'm really on. No one knows this Tris."
"Ok...so who are they?" I ask nervously.
"I was born in Erudite. My mother was Jeanine Matthews." He replies, keeping eye contact.
I look at him and can see the resemblance. His confession leaves me with a bunch of different questions, but I don't want to interrupt his train of thought. I nod at him in response, hoping he will continue.
"My mother had a serious relationship with my father when they were both in Erudite. They grew up together and as they got older they fell in love. They had plans to be married one day." He says.
"You speak of him in the past tense, did something happen?" I ask.
"He transferred out of Erudite without warning. He'd met another woman at school, and he left to be with her. He didn't know that my mother was pregnant with me, and when she finally found him to tell him he'd already married the other woman and she was also pregnant with their first child." He replied.
"Have you ever met your father?" I ask.
"I have. I also met my brother and sister too, when we were very young. Unfortunately, he and my mother had a huge falling out over her opinion of divergents, and my mother refused to allow him to visit with me anymore. Once I left Erudite to become factionless I saw him quite often. You see, my father was also divergent, along with my half sister, which is why he had to go to great lengths to protect us from my mother."
My stomach begins to knot as his story progresses. I don't know if I can tolerate hearing anymore.
"Tris, my father was Andrew Prior." He replies and I involuntarily scoot further away from him.
"No. That cannot be true. My father would have told us about you. He would have told my mother." I reply, shaking my head.
"Tris, it's true. I got DNA from a glass Caleb was drinking from and it was a family match. We can run yours against mine too." He replies.
"Caleb knows?" I ask.
"No. Which is why I had to use his drinking glass to get his DNA. I never believed in my mother's plans, not any part of them, and when I found out he did I distanced myself from him. I wanted to find you." He replies.
"No one knows this?" I ask, my voice shaky.
"You're the first." He replies.
"Does Eric know you?" I ask.
"He'd know me as Andy. My mother named me Andrew Edgar Matthews. When I became factionless I started using my middle name to distance myself from my mother." He replies.
My head is absolutely spinning with this information. We're interrupted by my cell door opening, I look up and meet the dark blue eyes of Tobias. I glance over at Edgar and notice that the easygoing and relaxed look he was just giving me is gone, replaced by a stern and almost angry looking mask.
"Time to go." Tobias says.
"What's on the agenda? I thought Evelyn was still vetting the newbie." Edgar replies.
"Two more showed up, claiming they too are defecting." Tobias replies. "Why isn't she cuffed?"
Two more? Please let this be part of whatever Eric has planned.
"She was only zip tied before. I'll cuff her." Edgar reaches for his handcuffs but Tobias stops him.
"Why are you even in here with her?" He asks, regarding Edgar with a glare.
"Jealous?" Edgar sneers as he cuffs my hands behind my back. Tobias reaches for me and roughly leads me out of the cell.
"Where are we going?" I ask.
"What makes you think you can talk to me?" He asks. Memories of the first conversation I'd ever had with Tobias start flooding in.
"It must be because you're so approachable." I murmur and I swear I hear a chuckle from Tobias. I turn my head to try to look at him but he refuses to make eye contact. He marches me into another room, encased fully in glass with the same type of chair we had in the fear landscape room in Dauntless. "Sit." He commands, pushing me towards the chair. I struggle to sit properly with the awkward way my hands are cuffed behind me. Edgar sees my issue and he quickly unlocks the cuffs and moves one cuff to the chair, leaving the other on my wrist.
Tobias and Edgar leave the room silently and I try to take in my surroundings. This room feels sterile, but all too familiar. Tobias enters the room with a syringe and a clear serum.
"What is that?" I ask as he places leads on me. He doesn't speak, and doesn't make eye contact. "Tobias, please." I whisper.
He moves my hair away from my neck and plunges the syringe into me. Within a few seconds, the room darkens.
I'm in the training room in Dauntless, I look around and see some people throwing knives at targets and others practicing combat skills on the punching bags.
"First jumper in the ring." Four calls.
I walk over to the ring and climb in, standing near the left side. I shift my weight from foot to foot as I wait for my opponent. Soon, Four steps up into the ring. He begins circling me like I'm his prey.
"So, Stiff, who do you think your opponent should be?" He asks in an eerily calm voice.
"Um, maybe the last jumper?" I ask.
"It sounds like you're asking instead of telling. So, Stiff, who do you think your opponent should be?" He asks again.
"Molly." I reply.
"Wrong answer." He turns around and beckons someone forward. It's my mother.
"Mom?" I croak.
"Faction before blood Stiff. Now, if you're truly Dauntless you know what you need to do." Four instructs, handing me a pistol before stepping outside of the ring.
"Beatrice, you know what you have to do. It's ok. It'd be selfish of me to ask you to spare my life." She says.
"Mom, no." I reply, taking a step towards her. I feel a jolt of electricity surge through me. My moms expression softens.
"My sweet girl, you can't come closer, it's dangerous." She warns.
"One minute is up." Four bellows, and another figure makes their way into the ring.
"Dad. No. I can't do this." I cry.
"Beatrice, it's ok. You have to. We forgive you." My father says calmly.
"I love you both so much." I feel the hot tears pouring down my cheeks. "Please let me touch them." I scream at Four, but he just stares blankly at me.
"Two minutes are up." He yells. I look around, anxiously awaiting my brothers arrival. If I have to shoot someone, it will be him. I watch as the third figure enters the ring, and I panic. It's Eric.
"No!" I scream. "I refuse." I throw the pistol down but it immediately reappears in my hand.
"Tris, if you don't kill them, we will, and it will be a slow and painful death. You have one minute." Four replies.
"Tris baby, I love you. It's ok." Eric replies. "Save yourself."
I point the gun towards my head and Four laughs.
"I'll still kill them, even if you die too. It's a noble attempt." He replies.
"This isn't real." I reply. I quickly turn the pistol and aim it at Four, pulling the trigger immediately. He falls to the floor in a heap.
I wake up with a start, and look around. I'm back in the glass walled room.
"I bet you liked shooting me." Tobias says. I look around for him but I can't see him anywhere. "That's not what you were supposed to do, though. Luckily, that was just a practice run so we can get a baseline."
"What's the point of putting me through sims?" I ask.
"It's cute how you think I will answer." He replies.
I finally see Tobias emerge from behind a wall. He makes eye contact with me before speaking again. "You're still very quick to get out of a sim. It's nice to see you haven't lost your touch."
The door next to Tobias opens and Peter walks in.
"Nice to see you again, Four." Peter says.
"I see she's decided to trust you." He replies.
"Why wouldn't she? I brought her most desired plaything right to her front door. It couldn't have been any more perfect, unless I could have brought Eric too." Peter replies with a smirk.
"Eric's like a dog with a bone when it comes to her. He'll be here soon enough." Tobias answers. "Here, go ahead and give her the next dose." He hands a syringe to Peter and gestures towards me.
"What's this one?" He asks.
"You'll see." Tobias replies.
Peter scans his hand to unlock the door and walks into the glass room with me. He leans in close, making a show of moving my hair. "We're going to get out of here." He whispers. Seconds later, an army of Dauntless black rushes into the room. I watch as Tobias is shot directly in his head, his lifeless body dropping to the floor.
"That was quick." Peter says as Uriah tosses him a gun.
"You know he's not gonna let that one out of his site that long. Dude, you are fucked when this is all over though. He's pissed." Uriah replies as he helps Peter remove the leads from me. "You ok, Tris?" He asks.
"Yeah. I'm cuffed to this chair though." I reply. Peter quickly grabs his keys and unlocks me.
"Let's go." He says. As soon as I'm out of the glass room, Shauna is pressing a gun into my hands.
We leave the lab area, running down the corridor, shooting at the armed Dauntless traitors as we go. I turn the corner and run directly into Caleb. I point my gun at him, pressing it against his forehead.
"Why, Caleb? Why? You were the only family I had left." I yell.
"Beatrice, please. Don't do this. Please. I'm sorry. I believed in what Jeanine said about divergents. I never meant to hurt you." He pleads.
"Tris, we need to get out of here. They're going to release the memory serum." Peter says from behind me.
"Help me Peter." I reply, grabbing my brother by his arm and dragging him with me.
"Tris, what are we doing?" Peter asks.
"Locking him in a cell. I can't kill him, but he can get the serum with everyone else." I reply. Peter nods and we drag Caleb back to the cell pod, Peter places his hand on the panel next to a cell and opens the door. We force Caleb inside.
"You questioned me, asking me why I had to be one of them. I think the real question is why are you. Goodbye Caleb." I say, before walking out of the cell and slamming the door behind me.
Peter and I run out of the pod, hearing the screams of my name coming from my brother. "You ok?" Peter yells over his shoulder.
"We need to find Edgar." I yell back and he looks at me questioningly. We turn the corner and find Eric running towards us.
"Thank god." He yells, slamming into me and wrapping his arms around me. "I can't believe I almost lost you." He rumbles, pressing my head against his broad chest.
"I'm here Eric, I'm so sorry." We break our embrace and he cups my jaw in his hands, swiping his thumbs across my cheeks.
"Don't you ever do that again." He says as he leans down and presses his lips to mine. The feeling is overwhelming. I pull away from him, and he immediately frowns. "What's wrong?"
"We need to find Edgar. I can't explain everything now, but please trust me." I reply. He leans in to kiss me again.
"Where is he?" He asks.
He's my Eric, the perfect Dauntless man. Strong, fearless and brave. His hair is mussed slightly from the exertion, he has just a hint of stubble across his jaw and the lips that I love are slightly swollen from our kissing. It's then that I notice his lip ring is missing. When I look into his eyes, there's a slight vacancy.
"You aren't real." I sigh, he shoots me an incredulous look. "I'm so sorry I left without saying goodbye."
"Tris, what are you talking about. Baby, I'm real. I'm right here. We have to run." He says, grabbing my hand.
"You're part of the sim. I'm so sorry I left the way I did. I love you, I really do." I reply, running my fingers across his lips. He slowly starts to fade away as I feel my body waking up.
"How did you do that?" I hear a familiar voice. I blink a few times to let my eyes adjust to the bright white light of the room. I try to pick up my arm and find I'm still handcuffed to the chair. I see Caleb on the other side of the glass.
"Fuck you." I spit.
"Beatrice, you have to understand how important this testing is to our plans." He replies.
"You're my brother!" I scream. "You're supposed to protect your family. Why Caleb?" I scream and thrash on the chair, the handcuffs digging deep into my wrist.
"I think she's had enough for tonight." I hear Tobias' deep voice. "Let's sedate her and get her back to her cell."
Caleb unlocks the door and walks in, stalking over to me with a syringe in his hand. "I'm going to need a little help here." He calls out, and Tobias quickly joins him. "Hold her down."
"Don't you touch me!" I scream, kicking and thrashing. Peter runs into the room.
"What happened to her?" He asks.
"Hold her fucking legs!" Tobias yells and I see panic flash in Peter's eyes. He grabs my legs and presses his body weight against them. Caleb sticks the needle in my arm and everything fades to black.
