Author's Note: Really on a roll right now since I think we're getting to the good part. Don't worry y'all, I'm gonna finish this story I promise. Thanks for the support :)
So thankful to my younger self to planning this all out because it's much easier to write when I can tell where the story is going.
(I wrote up to Tris' POV) Okay two days later cuz I took a short break to wallow over a B+, absolutely distressing you get me. In my defense I had seven classes and got A in the rest of them. The B was literally in English so it made me upset to write but we're back👍(Literally finished writing this at 1am)
Also welcome and thank you to all the new readers and the reviews that are coming in I love reading them and it definitely helps when I'm feeling less confident about my writing ability. Hope you guys enjoy!
Special thanks to since it reminded me I gotta keep going for my readers :)
Eric POV:
Slipping out of the apartment, we cautiously walked over to the train tracks. The train was waiting for us, the large shadow of it enveloping us within the darkness. We had tied Tris down to the stretcher and moved to the railcar at the end of the train. There was a platform to walk across the pit that we used to wheel Tris in. Once settling down, I hit the button to reel the walkway back in. The train slowly inched forward, starting to pick up speed. I guess the cameras had caught us and saw we were in. So many Dauntless had been caught escaping through these very cameras, the ones tracking us today. It felt strange being on the other side.
We got off the train a little distance away from the Erudite compound, where there was a mini underground compound. A small little hut appeared aboveground. Inside it, there were steps leading down to what was practically an experimenting dungeon. At least the walls were blue. Leaving the stretcher in the small space of the hut, we lifted Tris down the steps. Thank goodness the Stiff was light otherwise I'd have broken my back with all this carrying.
Tris POV:
I woke up facing straight at a doorway. My vision was a little blurry and it didn't help that there was strands of hair in my face. My head was pounding like a bass drum. Can people just leave me alone already?
I examined the room around me. Cerulean blue walls surrounded me above a stony gray floor. I tried pulling my arm forward to move my hair before realizing I couldn't. I tried my other arm and still no luck. Cold, metal cuffs held my wrists and ankles tightly, preventing me from escaping. I groaned. I heard the faint heavy steps of what seemed to be boots. Looking back at the doorway, my eyes locked on a man.
"Well, you woke up. Feeling alright there?" Eric leaned against the doorframe.
I didn't answer.
"Looks like the Stiff doesn't wanna talk. No big deal." He entered the room, slowly approaching.
"We just want to test some things. I'm sure you won't mind. A selfless person should always be willing to help others," He mocked.
"What do you want?" I spat.
Wiping a little spit off his face, he flicked it at me.
"You can cut the act, we know you're Divergent." He wasn't smiling anymore.
"Whose we?"
"You'll find out soon enough."
Eric walked to the other end of the room. I couldn't see what he was doing behind me. He circled back around with gloves stretched onto his large hands and a syringe. This didn't look fun.
"I'm just going to take a little sample from-"
"Don't touch me," I growled.
"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow. "Or else what? Seeing that you're tied up I believe you have no other choice besides cooperating."
Not waiting for my answer he started wiping skin on my arm. I wriggled in place like a fish out of water, yelling at him to back off.
"Quit moving! If I have to slice that pretty head off your body to get this sample I will." He stared into my eyes, his gray clouds hiding my clear blue skies.
He stuck the syringe into one of my veins, not that I could look. I was already starting to see the room spin and staring at the needle would make it worse.
"See, all done. Not bad at all," he grinned. "I should add, you might be here for a few days. One of your fellow initiates are going to come in soon. I'm sure you'll have a great time together." He winked.
Not fun at all. He stepped out of the room pointing at someone outside the door to head in. I gasped as I saw who.
"We meet again, sweetheart." Peter walked in quickly, locking the door behind him. Where the hell is Tobias?
Tobias POV:
"Where. Is. Tris?" I said, clenching my jaw, fists slammed on Max's desk.
"Four listen, I don't know. Honestly!" Max put his hands up.
"It's been two days and she's disappeared off the face of this compound. And you still haven't found Peter. He's been out there for weeks damnit!" I yelled.
Zeke entered the room. Every Dauntless knew by now that Tris was gone and Peter is the most likely candidate. I had scoured every nook and cranny of this place and found nothing.
"Hey dude, don't worry she'll be okay. We're gonna find her." He rubbed my back.
"I'll send out our trained Dauntless members for a search she couldn't have gone too far. How about you go check the cameras in the control room? Maybe she was caught on them?" Max said hesitantly. His eyes scanned my every move like an x-ray, as if I was going to pounce on him any moment now.
I walked out without a word, Zeke quick on my trail. Entering the control room, I went back to the earlier recordings saved in a folder. Tori said that Tris left the tattoo parlor at about eight that night. Tris was shown on the bigger screen ahead, smiling as she said bye to Tori in the recording.
"She crosses the bridge over the Pit to get to your apartment. Check the cameras there," Zeke said.
Tris stood looking over the Pit. If it weren't such a distressing situation I would've sat in the control room admiring her beauty. Focusing my eyes on her surroundings, I saw two shadows coming closer. She seemed oblivious to them. They quickly picked up the pace and I saw them signaling each other before attacking. Tris fought back but they blocked off her exits to run.
"That's Peter right there! Rewind it." Zeke pointed.
I slowed the clip down and zoomed in. Sure enough, it was Peter.
"He is so dead when I find him. I'm going to cut open his body and take each and every intestine out and-" Zeke stared at me.
The other one is definitely Eric, those silver piercings are shining brighter than any street light. Watching more of the clip confirmed my suspicion. I saw the two knuckleheads stuffing a cloth in her face and dragging her away.
"Where could they have gone next?" Zeke asked.
"I don't know. They better not lay a finger on her I'll chop their fingers off and feed it to the factionless." I leaned against the desk, staring at the floor.
"Look!" Zeke paused the screen. The sped up clip was showing two doctors wheeling a stretcher across the bridge.
"They don't look legit. Something is wrong. Ask Uriah to confirm with the hospital if two male doctors went out of the compound with a patient."
"On it boss." Zeke left to make the phone call.
I sat back down, remembering the last morning I saw Tris.
"Tris I have a bad feeling what if I just leave early from my shift today." I turned to face her on the sofa.
"Don't be silly love. I can handle myself," She said cupping a hand to my face.
"You never do listen to me," I sighed.
"I'll be fine. No one can pull apart Four and Six." Tris leaned into a hug.
"Hey Four!" Zeke waved a hand in my face.
"Uriah said the doctors are all present at the hospital and no patient is missing. That was probably Peter and Eric's disguise. I bet they hid Tris on the stretcher."
"But where did they go?" I groaned. It was early next morning and we still had zero clue of Tris' whereabouts.
Ring Ring.
I pulled my cellphone out. The caller ID read Max.
"Hello,"
"Four you've got to come here, fast."
