I KNOW IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME, LOVELIES. I know. I know. I figured you guys were suffering—so was I—and I can't find any fillers for Silver Skies, so. Here we are! Review, lovelies! Disclaimer: Disclaimed. Dedicated to divergentlover523, for fangirling multiple times. Probably gonna be in Tobias's POV from now on, lovelies.
Chapter 4
I followed the sound of stomping out of the dining hall, through the Pit, and up many stairs. When they finished, I was panting, and a door was closing in front of me; I grabbed the knob, and as soon as I slipped through, the door closed behind me.
Six spun, caramel hair flinging around to hit her back in the face. She didn't even blink. Her eyes were wide with panic and anger.
"What the Hell are you doing here?!" She hissed. "Get out!"
She was just frightening enough that my hand fumbled for the knob; it didn't turn. "GET OUT!" She whisper-yelled.
"It won't open!" I exclaimed.
She tensed. "Crap. Here it comes."
"What?"
"Just—if you tell anyone about this, I will personally murder you." Six said. "Come here." I went towards her obidiently, and she grabbed my wrist, squatting down and pressing her palm into the ground in what seemed like meditation; she drug me down with her. "Do as I am." She said. "And shut your eyes."
I felt wetness pool around my shoes, and opened my eyes; it was water. I stood cautiously, banging on a wall and yelling.
Six is panting, but takes the time to laugh at me.
"Relax, Tobias." She gasps. "This isn't even your fear landscape."
"What fear is this?" I asked.
"Drowning." She replied, and slipped off her jacket.
"What are you doing?"
"Shut up, Tobias." She shoved the jacket into the tube that produced the water.
The tank dissapeared.
"What's next?" I asked.
"It's-" She broke off with a gasp as a box tackled her. "Confinement."
"Holy fuck, why'd you do this?!" I expelled.
"Take my mind off of Peter." She panted, squatting down, pulling on the leg of my jeans to get me to sit with her; the box shifted with us, and she let out a breath of relief when it disappeared.
I stand, stretching my legs. "Oh God. What's next? I hate your mind. . . . "
"Yeah, well. I would advise you to cover your eyes, Tobias."
"What? Why-"
All at once, Six drops to the ground, curling into a ball and putting her hands on her head, covering her scalp. "What's-"
"Sit down and shut up!" Six exclaims. I drop to my knees, and see birds in the distance; they let out loud caws, and I hear Six whimper.
And that's when they swoop down, pecking at us like we're road kill.
"HOLY FUCK!" I yell, shoving my face into newly appearing dirt. "WHAT IS THIS SHIT?!"
"I DON'T KNOW!" She yelled. Then, she went still, turning into a corpse next to me while I writhed around waving away crows.
Then, they dissappeared.
We're in a house.
"Crap." Says Six. "Crap—crap! You need to leave! Go! You need to go! I thought I got over this one. . . . "
"I can't—I thought we established this!"
"Please just go!" She sobbed, though she wasn't crying. A door slammed, and she spun, eyes wide and scared as Hell-looking.
The door into the room we were in opened; Six flinched back, and my limbs turned to jelly. Her breath quickened.
A man, with brown hair Abnegation-cut, and Six's gray-blue eyes, stands in the doorway. He pushes the door open wider to reveal a guy who looks like a younger Peter; Six begins to shrink, around a foot all in all, and her hair gets shorter, lowering from her Dauntless ponytail to an Abnegation bun. Her clothes turn gray, modest.
She was Abnegation.
The older guy holds up a bottle of what I'm sure is alchohol and hollers. "Beatrice! I want you to meet Peter—we owe this boy something!"
Six gulps in air and stumbles back a few steps, shaking her head wildly. Peter smiles hungrily, and enters the room.
"I'll take it from here, Mr. Prior."
"Please, call me Andrew." He smiles, and leaves.
Peter stalks over to Six and pushes her into the wall, placing a hand on her throat and squeezing. "Hello, Beatrice." Peter says. "Does your father do this often?" He asked.
"Only—with you-" Six/Beatrice stutters around his hand; he switches, replacing it with his left, and trailing the right one down her body, streaking it across the skin above her jeans; her eyes close, and she heaves a sigh, not in pleasure, but like she's dreading what will happen next. He pushes his body to hers, pinning her lower half while he undoes the buttons on her shirt.
I see a tear trace her cheekbone when he gets to the top.
Peter presses his mouth to hers, and her eyes open. She slams her knee into his groin, and shoves him; he hits the opposite wall, and dissappears.
On to the next fear.
