Hey guest, I need to clear something up with you. I understand that you took it the wrong way, but trust me it was never my intention for you to take it that way. I liked writing it because it was interesting and action packed. It gives a problem that needs to be solved. I am not psychotic, but your choice of words to use were very mature. I'm not mad at it, because I need critics, but I do not have "daddy issues" Because I said I liked writing a certain chapter. Absolutely not. But thank you very much for your concern and I look forward to hearing what other opinions or concerns you would like to voice. :)
Tris POV.
It's been three days. Three of the worst days of my life. They haven't fed us, and they've only given us a minimal amount of water. I've showered once, and it was literally two minutes. Yesterday was the worst it's been. And I feel like today is just going to be worse. Bethany has probably had it the worst out of the three children. But we've been tending to her wounds the best we could. Today, Peter said he had a special surprise for me, and I'm not looking forward to it.
"Okay, Trissy. Time to go." Peter says, and the guards lift me up by my arms. I don't have the energy to struggle, I barely have the energy to move. I scream as I feel the rod connect with my back. "Get up and walk." Eric sneers, and I do my best to stand. As I walk, my legs threaten to give out on me, but I'm not going to let them. "Okay, Tris. Ready for your surprise?" Peter asks, like he's talking to a five year old. I stay silent and turn my head away in defiance. He chuckles and shoves me through a door.
There stands a man with celery green eyes, like my fathers. He has rich chocolate brown hair, and stands about 5 feet and ten inches. He almost looks like my brother. But my brother's dead. "Hello, Beatrice." He says, giving me a sympathetic smile. "Who are you?" I croak, partially because I've barely drank any water. "You don't remember me?" He asks, and I shake my head. "It's Caleb. Your brother?" He smiles, but I still don't even manage a smile. "You're dead. You died, you were hit by a car." I state, and he shakes his head. "No. I was brought back to life, by Jeanine Matthews." He says, and he keeps looking over at Peter. "That's not possible." I say, my voice flat and dry.
"Okay, enough of this crap. Give her the serum." Peter hisses, and Caleb jolts into action. He grabs a syringe, and walks over to me. "Be brave, Bea." And he plunges the syringe into my neck. I flinch, but it's only short lived. "This will go into effect in one minute. You will be facing your fears." He says, and my eyes start drooping. I can't stop them from closing, and then for a minute everything turns black.
FEAR SIMULATION!
I'm in a field, the sun is blocked by clouds, and the grass is almost a yellow color. It's rather nice actually. But a big mass blocks the clouds, making it appear a dark grey. But when I look up at the big mass, it's a bunch of crows. I stand there shocked, until they start flying towards me. I run, but my foot gets stuck in mud. I thrash and look over my shoulder. The birds connect with my body. I let out screams, and fall to the ground. The crows claw at my back, and my neck, and every bare inch of skin. I scream, shrill sounds escaping my throat, and fall on my face. I then remember Caleb plunging a syringe into my neck. "This isn't real." I say, and fall into a puddle of water that wasn't there before. I swim, until I reach a surface and wake up.
I gasp for air, and look up to see Caleb with a shocked expression, and Peter with a hateful expression. "It failed! It was supposed to continue for a while!" Peter shouts, looking at Caleb then back at me. "YOU FAILED!" I yell, bursting into laughs. I laugh, mirthless, a mad laugh. I look up into Peter's eyes, and laugh even more. "Put her back in the cell." Peter says to Caleb. Caleb nods, and grabs my arm hoisting my off the ground. "You traitor." I whisper to Caleb. He tries to stay silent, but looks at me. "I'm going to need you to trust me, Bea. I'll get you out of here." He says, and pushes me into my cell, leaving my dumbfounded. "What happened in there?" Christina asks, and I look around at all of them. "I just pissed Peter off, because his new experiment failed." I say, sitting down proudly.
Peter comes barging in with a gun in his hand, and points it at Maddie. She lets out a shriek of terror, and backs into the wall. "Peter don't!" I yell, but it's in vain. "You need to be punished, and I'm trying a new way of punishing you." Says Peter, his face all red, but his smirk says otherwise. I run to jump in front of Maddie, and the sound of a gun goes off. I scream as a bullet connects with my arm. I'm not going to lie, a bullet hurts like hell. But then another bang goes off, and Maddie slumps, and falls over. I scream, and forget about my arm. "NO!" I yell, hoisting up Maddie's limp body.
I hear multiple sobs fill the room. Peter slams the door, and locks it. I sit up, and check for any sign of life. Nothing. I sob, the hardest I've ever sobbed. It's almost like a wailing sound. She's dead, and it's all my fault. "Maddie, please!" Isabelle shouts and they turn into full out sobs, and Christina crawls over to her, comforting her. Bethany crawls over to her sobbing sister, and sobs with her. Maddie's eyes lay open, you'd almost think she's alive. But you'd know better once you'd seen the bullet straight through her forehead. "Maddie, I'm so sorry." I sob, into her hair. I don't care about the blood that is soaking my bare stomach, or about her lifeless form. I hoist her into my arms, and cradle her like she was my daughter.
She's dead, because of me. My sobs stop, and are now silent tears streaming down my face. Isabelle and Bethany crawl over to the lifeless form, and for a minute, I wish I was in the simulation. And this was all fake, but this isn't fake. As a guard comes into the room, and picks up her lifeless body, I sit there staring at nothing.
"Tris. Tris!" Christina shouts, and I'm snapped out of my trance. "What?" I ask, my voice scratchy from crying. "Can I wrap your arm with the cloth?" She asks, and I nod. She takes pieces of cloth, and wraps it around my bullet wound. I scream as she tightens the tunic. Just then a person, dressed in guard clothes walks in. "Tris Prior, we need you to come with us." The guard says, his voice almost sounds fake. Instead of yanking me up, he gently grabs my good arm, and pulls me up. We walk in silence, until he turns a hall that we don't know of. "Uh, where are we going?" I ask, and I can't see the guy's reaction in this dim light. "You'll see." He says, and his voice sounds oddly familiar. Then I look at his skin tone, and height. URIAH?! "Uri?" I squeal, but he throws a hand over my mouth. "Yes, but you're going to need to act hurt when we walk in this room." He says, and I nod.
My heart flutters with joy, but he looks at me, and opens the door. I put on a hurt face, like he's just beaten the crap out of me. Peter smiles at the pain on my face. "Sit her in the chair." He says, to Uriah. He nods and sits me in the chair. He tightens the straps over my wrist. He looks me in the eye, all amounts of humor drained from his face and nods. I notice another guard on the side, who looks familiar too. Will?! He looks me in the eye and nods. I try my best not to show any amount of joy. But it doesn't work. I burst out laughing, catching Peter by surprise. "What the hell is so funny?" He growls, and I try to stop laughing. "Would you still feel like laughing if I went in and shot another one?" He asks, and I stop laughing.
I see Uriah look towards Will and nod. All in a flash, they both pull out guns and shoot every other guard in the room, I cringe at the lifeless guards falling to the floor, and I look away. But on the last gunshot I hear, it connects with my rib cage. I scream, and open my eyes. I see Peter, dead on the ground but still holding a gun. I feel everything start getting fuzzy. Don't you dare close your eyes, Tris! My head screams, and so does my voice. I'm positive that my ribs are broken. I feel the straps loosen, and my hands are pulled out.
"Tris, stay awake." Uriah says, and puts more bullets in his gun. "Will, I have a better shot than you, so I need you to carry Tris." Uriah says, and I feel myself get lifted. I scream as the pain in my ribs feels like I'm being stabbed over and over. The lights start to have a massive glare. "Tris." A voice echoes in my head. I hear more gun shots, but we continue to keep moving. "Tris?!" A voice screams, and I look to see Christina, Lynn, Isabelle, and Bethany. "Stay awake." Lynn shouts, and smacks me in the face. I actually am glad she did that, it brings me back a little longer.
I then feel myself being transferred into familiar arms. I look up into those eyes I've been dying to see, and then everything fades to darkness. I'm safe.
TOBIAS'S POV!
I see Tris's eyes close, and I start to freak out. "No! Please don't close your eyes." I feel like she's more vulnerable to death while she's sleeping. "Four, man we gotta go." Zeke shouts, and I nod and we run. I see Caleb start to run alongside us. "Is she okay?" He asks, his wide eyes skim over his sister. "I don't know, is she? She has two bullet wounds, and is barely breathing." I tell Caleb, who shuts up. We make it outside, where the FBI is waiting. Christina has a bullet wound in her shoulder, and the two little girls have blood all over them.
A bunch of paramedics run over with a stretcher and take Tris. Nurses also come over to Christina, and the other two. I run over to Tris, but the paramedics block me from seeing her. "Four." A voice calls, and I turn to see Max. The leader of the FBI. "What?" I ask, turning back to Tris, who I still can't see. "Is Peter dead?" He asks, and I nod. "A lot of them are either dead, or injured." I say, and he nods.
A few minutes later a paramedic yells "We've got her breathing under control!" But they continue working. "We need to get her to the hospital!" Another yells, and they nod. "Wait! I wanna ride with my girlfriend!" I shout, and they nod and let me in. I sit by Tris's pale side, and rub circles in her palms. I don't know if I'm doing this to calm myself, or her. I sit there, hoping and praying that she makes it out alive. But I have faith in her, she's a fighter, and I love her.
Yes! FINALLY! It was killing me. Thank god for Tobias and the gang! 120 REVIEWS FOR NEXT CHAP.