I sit in the corridor, crying for the third time that day, when I hear the noise. Shrieking and dashing feet, and I stand up as they come round the corridor. Three Dauntless, I don't know who, skid to a stop, and their victim hangs mid-air, her arms grasped by their gloved hands, she looks up, and somehow I am not surprised at the person hanging there.

It's Tris.

'Two in one!' Peter comes towards me, 'Hey, Drew! Help me out here!' Drew runs over, and I try to make a dash for it, but he catches me as I reach the corner of the passage. 'Thought you got away, huh?' I shiver at his voice on my neck, 'I'll get you back for beating me. You know that?' I shriek as he drags me back to Peter, and I dig my heels into the ground.

'Stop!'

I sound weak, and breathless, so I'm not surprised when they ignore me. 'So, Al,' Peter pauses dramatically for effect, leaving just enough time to hear our gasps.

Al?

He had me fooled, and I curse myself for being stupid, not noticing how quiet he has been, and the way he was slowly losing; dropping down the ranking every day, while I stayed up. Peter continues, 'What do you think we should do? Keep 'em both? Or drop them both?' Peter smirks, as if shocked by his genius, 'I know! You choose, Al. Which one goes to the chasm – and which one goes free?'

Al's voice chokes, 'Peter? I thought you said we were going to dangle her – scare her- and take her back? You didn't mention anything about Lena!'

Now he plays the innocent act, as if we would forgive him. If he chooses me, none of his friends will forgive him, and if he chooses Tris... What would happen? Nothing. Nothing, except a momentarily mourning, before I was forgotten, before they all moved on. I am nothing. Just a piece of a moment, a memory, a story of sorrow – the girl who never had it lucky.

'Choose.' It's all Peter says, and I know who Al is going to pick.

'I...I...I can't! That's sick, Peter!' The tears start running down his face.

Peter gets out his knife, slits open Tris' arm, and then slits mine. 'Choose. Or it'll happen again.'

'Please-Peter! Don't make me do this! This is twisted. I don't want this. This wasn't meant to happen!'

Peter laughs, this time making two more slits on our arms, and pressing a little harder.

'I said choose.'

For every minute we stand there, another gash appears on our arms, legs, faces. It feels like hours before Al finally decides.

'I'm sorry.' He shakes his head, looking at me, and my tears start falling as he grabs Tris, 'Let's go. I choose Tris. Let us go.' Peter smirks, letting go of Tris.

'Clever boy. Mommy will be proud. Won't matter if she's gone, will it?' He cricks his neck towards me.

'No!' Tris screeches out, and it echoes. 'NO!' Al won't let go. 'Let go, Al! Let go! We have to save her!'

Al just shakes his head, 'We can't. Please, let's just go. There's nothing we can do.' He drags Tris out of the cavern and the last thing I see of her is a distorted face, shrieking, and sobbing and it is then I wonder if I did matter.

But, it's too late.

'So...Pretty girl...Heard you like the older boys? Huh?' Peter talking to me like this makes me want to puke.

'No.'

'Aw... don't deny it...When's your birthday?'

'We didn't have any in Abnegation.'

'Perfect,' He sounds triumphant, 'Your birthday will be today. You can die on your birthday – the last lips that had touched yours being mine, and I'll be older than you – so you won't have a problem, will you?'

'Please.' I beg, 'Please, Peter. Stop. Don't do this.'

'Shut up.' He grits his teeth,

'No! Please! What have I done to you?'

'I said Shut up!' He backs me into the wall and forces his lips onto mine, to make me be quiet, or just to torture me, I don't know.

'Get off me! Peter!' I say it against his mouth.

He pulls away, to my shock, and smirks once more. 'You sure?'

I nod, frowning at the same time.

'Drew – help me carry her – we're taking a little trip to the chasm...'

'No!' I shriek, 'HELP! HELP! Please! Somebody help me!' No-one returns my calls, and I know I am alone. They drag me, quite literally, kicking and screaming, to the chasm. Peter grabs my arm, and Drew grabs the other.

Slowly, I am lifted into the air, and they dangle me above the chasm.

'How do you like that, Stiff?'

'I'm not a Stiff!'

Peter just laughs, and Drew sniggers.

'Once a Stiff, always a Stiff. Don't you know that, Lena?'

'Please, I'm only going to ask once more, Peter. PUT ME DOWN!'

No-one does, and I dangle in the air, over the railing of the chasm.

'I'll make a deal with you, Stiff.'

'What?' Anything, please, anything is better than this.

'I won't drop you, and I'll let you go free if you do just two things.'

'WHAT?' I shout, desperate to get it over with, desperate to stop flirting with death – I wonder if I am really Dauntless. Would a Dauntless enjoy this?

'First, drop ranks, quickly. I don't care how, just do it. Leave Dauntless, become Factionless – but you mustn't leave out of choice – you must be ranked so low that you get kicked out.'

Is death better?

'And, second, tell me why you and your brother transferred. Why are you in Dauntless – and not the Abnegation liars?'

I close my eyes, and take a deep breath. Then, I think. Do I really want to tell Peter this? Be disgraced, embarrassed, prove Erudite right, just to start living in hell again? Four is right, I can't love, and if you can't love, then you can't continue.

'Drop me.' I say.

And he does.

A/N: Sorry for the huge cliff-hanger! I have had a bit of writers block, so I'm sorry if this wasn't very well written, it was hard to reach 1000 words. Anyway, will try to update ASAP...

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