*Approx. 5 months later*
"Hey, Tobias, can you go get me some cake?" I ask.
He rolls over from his side of the bed to look at me, "Tris, it's 2:30 in the morning. Can't you wait?" He sounds very sleepy.
"Please. It will only take like ten minutes, then you can go back to bed." I practically beg. I don't know what it is, but I just get random cravings in the middle of the night.
"Ugh!" He moans, "I'm not doing the for you, I'm doing it for the baby." He gets up and puts his clothes back on then grabs his keys.
"I love you!" I shout as he walks out of the bedroom.
"Yeah, yeah." Then I hear the front door shut, and roll back over and doze off for a little bit.
I wake up, after what seems like minutes, but according to the clock on my night stand, it has really been hours. 'It shouldn't take Tobias three hours to get cake,' I think to myself. I sit up and look around our dark room, then walk into the living room to see if he is out there. Nothing. Nobody is in the kitchen either.
Once I start to worry, I call his phone, but to my surprise, it is still sitting on his bedside table. I quickly put on some pants and a T-shirt then grab my keys and walk out of our apartment and to the dining hall, not knowing where he would be.
Being almost eight months pregnant, I am out of breath when I reach the dining hall, so I sit at one of the tables and rub my stomach. "You are really heavy. You know that?" I tell my unborn child.
Just then, I hear a movement. It sounds like a man. His steps are heavy, and don't hold much stealth. The second I turn around, a bag is put over my head, and I feel a needle inserted into my neck. After struggling for a few seconds, everything goes black.
*Tobias POV*
(So basically the the same thing happened to Tobias)
When I wake up, I see that I'm tied to a chair in a room I don't recognize, but somehow notice that there is water leaking from the ceiling, which must mean that the room is somewhere underneath the chasm.
I here some groans coming from in front of me. I look up and let my eyes focus a little, then am shocked by my discovery.
"Tris?" I question.
"Four?" She sounds panicked. "Four, what's going on? Where are we?"
"I don't know, but you need to calm down. Too much actress could induce an early labor." I tell her.
"And we wouldn't and that, now would we." An unknown voice says.
A light flickers on, and I can see. Finally. Looking over to where the voice came from, I see Peter standing by a door with a knife in his hand. 'This can't be good,' I think to myself.
"Peter, let us go, I swear to God-" he cuts me off.
"What? You can't do anything while being trapped into that chair." He says in an evil voice.
"Peter! Quit playing around, we are here for one reason." Another voice says from behind Peter. Just after, Eric steps into the light so I can see his face.
"What do you want?" I ask.
"To ruin your life." Eric answers.
I look over to Tris, I can tell she is still panicking, but is also trying to calm down.
"Let us go!" She finally says.
"Now why would we do that, when we have you right where we want you?" Peter chimes in.
"What did we ever do to you? Huh?" Tris asks.
"Nothing really, I just don't like you."
"Peter, you really think tying us up is going to scare us? Cause if you do, you are seriously mistaken." They continue arguing, and I can't help but just glare at Peter and Eric.
"What makes you think that I was just going to is you up. I've got something else planned." Peter walks over to Tris, "and I'm going to start with you." The knife in his hand slides across Tris' arm and makes a cut.
I can tell that she is trying not to show emotion, but it isn't working too well. I look back over to Eric, who has now left.
"Oh did that hurt? I'm sorry." Peter says with an evil smile, "oh wait! No I'm not."
"Peter, let her go!" I at him.
"Nah, I think I'm just going to finish what I started last year while you watch."
While struggling to free my bonds, he makes another cut on Tris' leg. She let's out a slight yelp.
"Peter, when I get out of here, I'm going to fucking kill you!" She yells at him.
"Not if I kill you first." He pauses and turns to me, "but I think I'll start with this baby." Then turns back to Tris and makes a cut on her stomach.
She let's out a blood curling scream. I want to help her so bad. Peter is going to kill her and my baby while I watch.
I don't know what I am going to do, but then remember that I keep a knife stashed in my back pocket. Slowly, I feel around for then handle when Tris starts screaming again when I find the knife and cut my bonds loose.
Peter turns just in time for me to jump up and slit his throat. He then falls to the floor. Dead instantly.
I move to cut Tris' bonds as quickly as I can. I take off my shirt and put it on the open wound on her stomach, then run out of the room we are in. Thankfully I know where we are once we are out, and Eric is nowhere insight.
I feel the blood of Tris' limp body run down my bare back and I run to the infirmary. I get there and two nurses immediately run up to me with a hospital bed and ask me what happened.
"We were attacked. She has multiple stab wounds in her stomach, leg, and arm. Please you have to save the baby!" I plead.
"We will do everything we can, but you need to stay out here." One of the nurses says as the other one takes Tris away from me.
She goes back into a room on the bed, and I am forced to stay out here. Frustrated, I walk over to a wall and punch a hole in it then walk out then to the apartment to get another shirt, and find Eric.
Duh Duh duh cliffhanger! Is the baby going to live? Is Tris going to live? What is Four going to do to Eric? I guess you will just have to wait til Monday to find out. I hate doing this to you, but it makes for a good story. Sorry. See you guys on Monday, and don't forget to review! Bye!