Tris slowly opens her eyes to be met with a white ceiling.
She pushes her body up from the bed she's on and rubs at her sore neck.
How many freaking times are they going to keep-
"What's your name?" A deep voice asks.
It catches her off guard, it also stops her train of thought.
Tris immediately jumps into a position of defense when she then realizes that a male is sitting on another bed next to her.
"Um. Tris." She says breathlessly while raking a shaky hand through her hair. "My name's Tris."
She carefully looks up at him and her breath is taken away.
The male that's in front of her has the most majestic dark blue eyes that look as though they're clouded with secrets.
His hair is a dark brown, his muscles are perfectly proportioned, and he's so freaking hot.
"Tris. That's a nice name. Catchy. Attractive." He answers with a smirk.
Nice. By that stupid smirk he wears and that certain glint of an eye, she realizes that her roomate, is going to be the most annoying person on the planet.
Wow. Just. Great. The best place to be in with someone who'll probably never stop talking to me. Tris groans to herself.
"And what's your name?" She asks with a now bored expression.
"Four."
A number for a name but okay, I probably shouldn't ask since I used a a nickname also. Tris tells herself.
Tris nods and looks around the room where there's 2 drawers filled with black clothes, a sofa, a sink, a fridge, a stove, an oven, a bathroom, and a screen.
They were in a mini-house.
And as if it wasn't weird enough, she could still feel Four staring at her.
The hairs on her neck bristled.
Tris flopped back on the bed again when her head hits something hard. "Ow! The hell?!" She curses.
As Tris turned to look at her pillow she notices something black looking.
A phone. It wasn't hers. But it said her name on it.
Tris doesn't even touch it. She was too scared to even try to unlock it or even call 911.
She buries her head into the pillow and shuts her eyes tightly.
What was happening? Let's see, her parents died in a car crash when she was 17, her brother came back from the army and got married about a year after their parents' death, so in a way he left her alone, and now she was kidnapped! She could only hope this was a prank.
Tris played Minecraft to get her mind off the problems of her life.
But this... This wasn't even a huge problem...
This was a nightmare.
Because EVERY girl would like to get kidnapped at 19 years old! Tris tells herself sarcastically.
Tris heard a 'click' and immediately got up again.
The screen had something.
We've moved you all in a room with your own roommate. Know that the roommates we have chosen will highly effect your results for the games so do not make them your enemy, for they need to be your friend.
You've all been watched. You've all been chosen for your skills and cleverness. You've all been bought here. And you will all try to survive, for the game is called, Survival of the Fittest.
You've heard it a few times.
Now you will play it.
We will start the first mini game in exactly 10 minutes. Try to get a nap to freshen up, you've been knocked out for a couple of hours-And make sure to go to the cafeteria again to find out how the games will work in more detail.
Tris reads the bottom left corner and spots a timer.
Time Until Next Mini Game- 00:9:10
"About 9 more minutes." Tris whispers to herself quietly.
Four glances over at her since she spoke, but then raises his hands in defense and looks away when Tris gives him an intimidating look.
Oh God, he is really hot, attractive, and-
What the fuck?
Tris commands those thoughts away in disgust.
She never felt like this around a boy, they were usually perverts, but what the hell was going on now?
She was freaking kidnapped for God's sake!
But... Four was her roommate, and her teammate. She had to know him and get along.
"So," Tris says to him. "We've been watched and we didn't even know it. Do you think there's still a chance this is a prank?"
Four gives her a genuinely confused look. "Really? A prank? Tris, If this was a prank it would've been far over by now."
Tris looks down at an imaginary crease on her shirt. Dammit, why am I even trying to talk to this guy?! she screams at herself. There's no HOPE!
Something in the way he'd said it made Tris accept that the chance of their 'kidnapping' was no prank at all.
Four gets up from the bed and grabs an identical phone to hers but with FOUR printed on the back of the phone cover.
Tris curiously watches him as he unlocks it and begins to scroll through something that she can't see.
"Shit. They blocked off our calling-"
"Do you have anyone at home that's waiting for you? Like, family?" Tris interrupts, not wanting to hear about how gruesome their situation was.
Four slowly looks up at her with a weird expression. After a moment, he answers, "No. I don't have anyone expecting me. I live alone. Don't really live with my parents, you know?"
"Yeah. You live alone. No one would even notice you're gone." She sighs.
Tris waits for Four to object that last sentence, but he doesn't.
Tris looks at the screen.
Time Until Next Mini Game- 00:05:09
"Damn. Now there's 5 minutes." She sighs.
Four rakes a hand through his hair and looks over at Tris again. "You know, we should probably get going to the cafeteria now... To eat, obviously."
A smile again.
Tris rolls her eyes. "You mean, to see what game we're playing? The one supposedly dangerous game where we need to survive?" she states grimly and with no humor.
She swings her legs from the bed and walks out the door with Four quickly following behind after a moment of standing speechlessly.
"Sheesh. No need to be so hard about it." Four mutters.
Tris rolls her eyes and punches his arm lightly. "You know, life is always gonna be a bitch, so accept it."
Four quickly paces a few steps and stops in front of her, blocking her way.
"Are you one of those girls that are like, all closed off and like, bad-ass, but then on the inside they're totally beautiful and funny and young and-"
"So I'm not young, I'm old. I'm not beautiful, I'm ugly. I'm not funny, I'm boring. Thank you for letting me know, I'll keep that in mind." Tris answers as she ticks off each characteristic with her fingers.
Four slowly raises a hand and smacks it on his forehead. "Damn. I didn't mean it like that, sorry, I meant- Oh God this is getting confusing."
Tris raises a brow and laughs quietly. "Yep. For you and me both."
Four crosses his arms across his chest. "Well, whatever. I guess in general, what I'm trying to say is that you're totally going to play 'hard to get'."
Tris sighs. "The thing is, Number Boy, you're not gonna get me at all. Now come on, don't get too attached to me, it could be the last time you ever talk to me today, or the last day I ever talk to you. Seeing as this game is supposed to be a big deal.."
"I'm going to ignore that last comment. And yes, I'll get you. No one can resist this guy here." He answers with a confident smirk as he gestures toward his body.
They both smile, but now it's forced.
As they walk, Tris can't help but notice how tense they both are, and after her last remark of either of them possibly dying today, Four keeps a close distance. This place isn't safe.
'They' could always be watching.
As they enter the cafeteria, a familiar voice calls out her name.
Tris looks over at the black table and smiles at Uriah who's beckoning her over. As she walks in his direction, Four pauses in his step, but then walks over to a boy sort of similar looking to Uriah but not really.
Tris slides onto the seat next to Uriah with a tensed smile. "Hi."
"Hey. Is Four seriously your roommate?"
"Um.. Yeah. How do you know him?"
Uriah pauses briefly. "Well... I won't give you the details, you probably already have an idea, but, we were all together when it happened."
There's a moment of painful silence.
Tris clears her throat. "Yeah, well, now this just got kinda awkward and grim..."
Uriah chuckles lightly and puts an arm around Tris. "Don't worry, Uriah at your service, best entertainer! Anyway, this is my not so entertaining roommate, Marlene."
Marlene glares at Uriah and immediately gives a cheerful smile to Tris. "Hello!"
Tris laughs at her enthusiasm. "Hey Marlene."
"So I understand that you got the hot guy as your roommate?"
Tris laughs again and shakes her head. "Sure? I don't know."
"You don't know? Dude, look at every boy and tell me he's not the hottest of them all."
Tris glances over at Four and watches him laugh at something that was said.
Consequently, Four looks over at her and catches her gaze, but it doesn't last long. A loud screech shuts the whole cafeteria up.
And now we begin our game, Survival of the Fittest. Here's what will happen. There's a lever in the back of the room with a screen. Pull the lever, and one name from each team will appear. This means that whosoevers names pop up, they will be playing against eachother with a minigame.
The minigames will be challenging- and as you've already read, there will be injuries, there will be death, but play it right, and you win.
But what are the rules?
Well, there are only two.
1.) Don't cheat with the other team.
2.) Survive the task given.
Yes, that's it. Try to survive by getting all the way to the glowing red button that will be marked.
Whoever presses it in any mini game first will win.
Don't be surprised if your teammate doesn't make their way back in time.
And what will the people who haven't been chosen do?
They'll be put in the Observation Room where they will watch their teammate fight for their survival, or victory.
Now who will be a good volunteer and pull the lever?
As Tris finishes the final sentence, she is absolutely shocked.
She knew they were going to need to survive-
- But this was like, a do or die game!
Now she's worried. Just earlier, she told Four it could be either of their last days.
She was just being a bit sarcastic, but now she could be proved right.
The boy that looked like Uriah stands up. She decides to tell him that.
"You know, he looks like you." Tris whispers quietly to Uriah.
Uriah looks a bit weary as he watches the guy begin walking, but then smiles a bit at Tris. "Hmm. I wouldn't say he looks like me, since I'm way hotter, but he's my brother, Zeke."
Tris nods and glances at Uriah again when he speaks. "The thing is... He's pulling the lever."
Tris notices the way Uriah is starting to freak out.
"Well, I think it's safe to say he's pretty damn brave if he's volunteering, Uriah." She offers.
Her gaze follows Zeke as he slowly walks toward the lever that will decide it all.
She gives Uriah's shoulder a light squeeze since he looks fearful for his own brother.
Tris notices the way Zeke shakily places his hands on the lever, the way the whole cafeteria is silent, the way the tension is so thick in the room that it can't even be sliced with a knife.
As Zeke pulls the lever, Tris wipes her palms on her legs to get rid of the sweat that had gathered there, and there's a series of clicks as the screen begins to pick the 2 names for the groups that will go against each other for victory, or if played wrong, death.
There's a final tick that sounds, and then the screen lights up brightly with bold letters.
Tris feels like she'll throw up as she reads them, and she leans away from Uriah just in case.
GROUP A : PETER
GROUP B : TRIS
A/N. BAM! THERE we go. She's chosen. Four has been introduced, and now we will begin the truth of what this game really means.
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