A/N: I know I skipped Visiting Day, but this story doesn't need it. I would just be rewriting Veronica Roth's version, and I'm pretty sure that plagiarism. So just keep in mind that this happens after Visiting Day.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Chapter 9: Fear Simulations
I sat at the table with Christina.
"I wonder what the second part of initiation will be" she said.
"I don't know." I muttered. I was too nervous to eat. I just picked apart my muffin, while my stomach churned. Four walked in the room.
"Initiates!" He said loudly. People were quiet. "Finish up and follow me." I stood, threw my muffin in the trash, and went to stand by the door. Four smiled at me. I managed a tight smile in return.
"Don't worry, Tris. You'll do fine." He whispered. Christina and Will came and joined us by the door. We waited in silence. When the other initiates came over to us, Four led us down a series of hallways. He reached a door, and opened it. We all filed in. Four stood in front of another door.
"This is a fear simulation room." He said. You will face one of your fears today. I will be controlling your simulation. When you have calmed down, or faced your fear in a significant way, the simulation will end."
People would go inside, be in there for a while, and come out shaking. Four carried one Dauntless born initiate because she was so freaked out that she fainted. That made me more nervous. I didn't even know my fears.
I was the last to go. Four called my name, and I stood up. I walked inside. He put a hand on my back and led me to the chair. "Take a seat." He said. "The simulation will give you one fear to face. You have to calm down, or over come it significantly." His fingers brushed my neck as he injected me with the serum. He walked over to the computer, and hooked himself to the simulation machine. "The serum will take effect in one minute." He said. "Be brave, Tris."
I close my eyes. I open them, and find myself surrounded by grey. Why am I in Abnegation? I was wearing grey. I pondered as to why I would be in Abnegation in a fear. Then I heard an odd slapping sound followed by a muffled scream. I start up the stairs.
"This is for your own good," a deep voice said. Marcus. Marcus? I don't fear Marcus. It has to be something else. "I did not raise my son to be a liar!" He continued. More muffled screams. My heart ached. "Tobias!" I screamed. I threw open his door. Marcus had a belt drawn back in his hand. Tobias's back was bloody. He was a young version of the boy I saw two years ago. Around fourteen.
Marcus's belt came down on Tobias again. His scream was heartbreaking. I was horrified because I had no idea what to do. After all, I knew the fear wouldn't end until Tobias wasn't hurting.
"This is rank with self indulgence!" Marcus shouted. Whack. Tobias screamed again. I saw a broken vase on the floor. I took it. Marcus shouted, "I did not raise my son to be a liar!" Whack. Tobias screamed another heartbreaking scream. I pushed my way between Tobias and Marcus. Marcus's belt came down on my arm. I screamed through my teeth, and smashed the broken vase against his head. I grabbed his belt and whacked him in the chest with it. He stumbled back.
"Get out. Now." I say, my voice deadly. Marcus looked at me. "I will brutally murder you, unless you get out. Now. Go to your room, or I will make you." Marcus leaves and I hear a door slam. I turn to Tobias. His face is wet with sweat and tears. He cowers in the corner of his room. My heart aches. "Tobi, honey." I say as gently as possible. "He's gone now, sweetie." He whimpers. My heart throbs, my stomach hurts, and tears fill my eyes. His pain is my fear, I realize. I dread it.
"Tobias," I say."My name is Beatrice Prior, sweetheart." I offer him my hand. He grabs it like a lifeline. I pull him up as gently as possible. He clenches his teeth and fists. "Let's get you fixed up, sweetheart." I say. He limps to the bathroom. He groans as he bends to grab a cloth. My heart accelerates.
"Tobias, why don't you sit on this stool? I'll get the supplies."
He sits on the tall stool, wincing. I bend and grab a cloth, soap, medicine, and bandages.
I run warm water and hold the cloth under it. I walk in front of him and wash the sweat and tears from his face and neck. I gently wash his wounds with water. Then I pour soap on the cloth.
"Tobi, honey." I say. "This will hurt." I wash the gashes with the soapy wet cloth. Tobias whimpers. "Sorry, baby." I say gently. I get the soap out of the cloth, and gently rub his back. Then I squeeze the medicine in my hand and rub it in to each gash. Tobias sighs with relief. That should get me out of the simulation, I think as I wrap simulation Tobias's back in bandages. Tobias slides off the stool and gives me a hug. I realize what I have to do. I have to get him out.
I take his hand. "Come with me." I say. I go to his room and pick up the bits of broken vase and throw them into the wastebasket. Then I grab Marcus's belt. Tobias eyed the belt suspiciously. I dropped it outside the other room, and head toward the stairs. I look at them, and look at Tobias, who is eyeing the stairs warily. I lift him gently, and carry him down the stairs, out the door, and run to my house in Abnegation. I set him on his feet, take his hand, and open the door.
A/N: So this is where things get interesting, I think... Hehehe. Things start veering off the train tracks. Anyways, please review.