A/N sorry for the LONG delay. Some things came up, but I am back. Here is chapter 6!

Chapter 6

Tris POV

I walk out of Eight's dorm, pissed beyond words. He doesn't have the right to tell me who I can and cannot date. He isn't my father. I scowl just at the thought of him.

"Hey Tris!" I hear a familiar voice call. I look to my right to see Peter. I smile at the sight of him, knowing he won't yell at me with no reason. "Peter, I'm glad you're here." I say happily. Peter smiles at me. "And why is that?" he chuckles. I walk towards him, "My dumb brother. He kept on telling me you are a psychopath and that you would kill me. What an idiot." I tell him.

Peter looks at me, the smile gone on his face. "You know Tris." He begins, running his finger down my cheek, and then taking my chin in his hand. He pulls my head up, so I am looking at him, eye to eye. "He wasn't wrong." He whispers. My eyes widen, as his other hand flies towards me, colliding with my cheek. I stumble, "Peter?" I question, backing away from him.

"You were so naïve. Why on Earth would I like a flat chested, ugly, orphan girl like you?" he questions. He walks toward me. I turn and run for Eight's dorm. I should've listened to him, he was right about Peter. I bang on his door frantically, "EIGHT! FOUR! HELP! PETE-" I scream, before being cut off by Peter's gloved hand over my mouth. I thrash frantically, but his grip just tightens around me, one hand on my mouth, the other on the top my head, twisting my head to the side painfully.

"Might as well give up now, they won't find you." He whispers, as he drags my thrashing figure away. He begins to drag me down the stairs, I begin kicking, trying to throw him off balance. "You know what screw it." I hear Peter say, before I feel his fist collide with my temple.

Then I see black.

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I wake up in a dark room, sitting in a hard wooden chair. I try to get up, but fail. I look down, and see that my legs are bound to the chair, my hands behind the chair. I realize I am utterly trapped. I feel my lip tremble, as a tear slips out my eye. I hand my head in defeat.

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Four POV

"Ms. Matthews! My sister has been kidnapped!" Eight said frantically, but Ms. Matthews just looked at him. "Oh really? By who?" she questioned.

"Peter Hayes Ma'am!" he cried. Ms. Matthews scoffed. "Now Peter wouldn't do that. Peter is a good child. He would never do anything to harm someone, let alone kidnap someone." She said calmly.

Eight stared at her in disbelief. "He stabbed someone in the eye Ma'am." Eight said. Ms. Matthews just shook her head slightly. "Never mind that, do you have anything to prove that Peter has kidnapped Miss Tris?" she asked her voice flat.

"Well no-"Eight began, but Ms. Matthews raised a bony hand, silencing him. "Without proof I will not assist in any way." She said, her voice cold and firm.

"But-"Eight started, but Ms. Matthews cut him off. "No buts. Now if you will excuse me, I must go." She said, and then swiftly exited the room.

Eight slowly collapsed to the floor, his head in his hands. "What am I supposed to do?" He whispered.

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I rub little circles on my temple, trying to calm down. It is currently 1 AM and we are still looking for Tris. By 'we' I mean me, Eight, Eren, Mikasa, Uriah, Marlene, Shauna, Sasha, Christa and Connie. "We have to find her!" Eight cries, his voice raspy.

"We will find her." I tell him. He just nods, his face blank.

"So I think we should split up and look for her." Mikasa says, her voice laced with concern. Obviously she would, her sister was missing. I nod in agreement.

"Okay, Four, you go with Eight and Eren to search the class rooms. Marlene, Shauna, Christa, Sasha, you go check the girls dorms. Connie and I will search the boys dorms." Uriah says. Everyone replies with some form of agreement.

"Okay lets go, take your Prep Pad, contact us if you see anything." I say.

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"Nothing on this floor." I say sadly. I look over to Eight, whose face is blank. "It'll be fine Eight." I say, beginning to walk up the stairs to the Erudite floor. He nods slightly, and follows me up the stairs.

"Okay, chemistry room first." Eren says. He opens the door, and turns on the light. Eren walks over to the counter, and pulls himself up onto it, "I don't think she is in here." he says frustrated. Eight and I walk up to him. Eight lets out a sigh, "Do you think she's okay?" he questions.

"I hope so." Eren mumbles.

"Let's got to the next room." I say quietly. Eren jumps off the counter, but his hand hits a rack of beakers, and they hit the ground, shattering. "Crap!" Eren shouts. I look at the shattered glass, and glare at Eren. "Let's clean this up." Eight groans, grabbing a rag from the hook on the wall. He bends down, and begins to clean up the shattered glass. "Ugh, what are these fumes?" Eight asks, I bend down, a take an intake of air. The fumes from the beakers make me feel woozy and weird, like something in my chest was trying to escape. "That's weird." Eren mumbles, crouching down next to me.

I shake my head, trying to rid myself of the weird feeling.

Then I feel my Prep Pad vibrate. I pull it out, and answer the message from Mikasa. "Hello?" I ask, Mikasa's voice is urgent and worried.

"I think we found Tris."

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Tris POV

I hear the door open. When the light seeps through, I can see that I'm being held in an empty dorm room. I glare at Peter as he walks in, a smirk on his face. The face that I thought would protect me. "Let me go, Peter." I growl. He lets out a laugh. "Of course not."

I scowl at him. "What are you going to do to me?" I growl. He smiles at me, he reaches in to his pocket and pools out a pair of scissors. "For starters, let's get rid of your long hair." He grabs my hair and yanks it towards him. I let out a scream of pain. I see the hair fall to the floor, small clumps of it hitting the ground. I feel tears spring into my eyes.

The sound of scissors stops, and Peter laughs. "Hey Tris, want to see your new hair style?" he cackles. I look up at the mirror on the table besides me. My hair is cut to my shoulders on the right, with a strand of hair in the middle, reaching my lower back. The left side of my hair is cut diagonally, while my bangs are cut into a square shape.

I feel tears flow to my eyes, and I choke back a sob. "Please stop." I sob

Peter smiles at me. "Why should I stop when I have only just begun?"

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Four POV

We run to the girl's hall. "We have to be careful, we don't want to be caught in the girls hall," Eight whispers. We run to the top floor of the girls dorm, where we see the entire group waiting. "Did you find her?" Eight asks urgently.

"I think so, but the door is locked. Christa saw Peter go into this dorm." Uriah says. Christa nods, confirming what Uriah said.

"Just kick the door down." Eren reasons.

"Gotcha." I say, and run towards the door, throwing my weight against it. The door crashes to the ground, and I hear a surprised gasp. I look up to see Tris, her hair messed up.

"Tris!" Eight cries, his face breaking into a smile. But her face does not reciprocate Eight's happiness. "Get away!" She cries. Suddenly, Peter walks out of the shadows, his face set with an evil smile. "I see you have found me." He says, I glare at him,

"Let Tris go." I command. Peter walks toward her bound body. "How about you leave, or I shove these scissors into her throat. He places a set of scissors against her throat. Tris's eyes widen in fear.

"Let her go." I say again, this time more quietly, Peter growls at me, he raises his hand, with the scissors in it, and throws it. "GET ON THE GROUND!" I cry. Everyone ducks, but I hear Eight cry in pain. I turn towards him, a small cut on his neck seeps blood. "How dare you attack my sister?" He says angrily.

His body begins to shake. I scoot back, "Eight?" I question, as Eights body begins to contort, until a full fledge Titan is in front of me.

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A/N If you are confused, that is normal. The Eight/Titan thing is an aspect from AoT. It will be explained in the next chapter :).