AN: I lied! I'm sorry. Over my break I got the news I was waiting for about being a substitute teacher and my days off were devoted to online training, twenty hours of it, staring at a screen. Next week is Easter though, that's fun. I always make a scavenger hunt for my sisters so if you know any cheesy riddles that relate to things within a household throw them at me. They hate riddles so if they're too hard they just stare at me until I give them the answer.
Thanks to everyone who reviewed, all six of you! I always get really motivated to write when people give me reviews about the chapter, it lets me know I didn't screw up the whole story... Sorry this took so long to come out Anon, hopefully you didn't refresh the page too many times before giving up.
Be sure to thank my beta reader Blackandwhiteangel13, for taking the time to edit this chapter, even with all her midterms she still took the time to do it.
Otherwise this chapter follows mostly the movie, I often switch between the two, also I saw insurgent last week, which was awesome. So many idea's are circulating in my head for what I can do next. Anyway, enjoy!
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Chapter Nine
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"What did your aptitude test say?" Four asked after letting go of her arm.
It was two days after Eric had kissed her, Reeve had just gotten out of another simulation where she'd been outside the fence running with her sister in order to escape a pack of wolves. Half way through springing across a stream, and watching her sister trip and fall, Reeve had the jarring discovery of fakeness. She'd turned around abruptly, and ran full force towards the ravenous animals. Throwing her body into the beasts and waking up a moment later to see Four giving her a hard stare.
For a moment her mind had escaped to thinking about the first time she had read about wolves, and how they had been changed, and manipulated in her nightmares. Turning into giant horrid creatures that her brother would sick on her and Elaine, almost always she would wake up in a cold sweat after. Her mind reeling after the last image in her mind was how she would have to push her sister out of the way, and take the wolves on alone. It shouldn't have surprised her to see the creatures in her simulation, but it did. If only to remind her of all the times she had imagined something like that could really happen, and how Collin had been the source of it all.
Four and Reeve held a sort of silence between each other before she moved to leave, and he grabbed her upper arm, preventing her from going any further. She didn't want to talk to him, not about the mental training, nor about what he had seen on visiting day. Reeve never wanted to talk to anyone about that. Then he'd asked her that question, making her stiffen uncomfortably at how stern he was looking at her.
"I don't know," she muttered.
"Don't lie to me," he said with a deep sigh.
"I'm not," she insisted. "I asked for her not to tell me, because I didn't want to hear Erudite," she said the same line she had given Elaine the night before the choosing ceremony.
In front of her Four seemed to harden, as if he knew exactly why she hadn't wanted to know what her test result would have been. He could see her sitting in the chair with a dead stare in her eyes as she imagined over, and over again what the word Erudite would sound like coming out of the test givers mouth.
"Why?" It was her turn to question him.
"Do you know what Divergent is?" His voice was low, as if someone might be able to hear them on the other side of the door.
"I know Erudite hates them," she responded, without showing shock on her face. For Four to even be mentioning such a thing would have to mean that he thought Reeve was a Divergent, that she was the very thing her parents had been trying to track down. Her breath caught in her throat suddenly as she thought of all the days Collin came home telling them that if they ever met a Divergent they should turn them in. How had the Dauntless member in front of her known that she could be divergent just from watching her mental training. "How would Dauntless beat the wolves?"
"Not by running towards them," he muttered, watching her expression grow cold.
"So are you going to turn me in then?" Her icy face turned towards his. In front of him she looked small, perhaps the first time he had seen her appear so vulnerable, and yet it looked as if the emotion in her eyes was fighting to stay strong.
"No, I won't do that to you," he said, holding her gaze.
"Then leave me alone," she pushed past him to get out the door quickly.
Four said something while she was walking away but she ignored him, her thoughts started raging wildly as soon as she stepped through the doorway. Reeve had heard a lot about Divergents from her brother, who would often come home with news from Jeanine, and what she was doing to hunt them down. Elaine and Theo always joked about how nothing could be worse than being one because then they would truly have nowhere to run. At least if they had to stay in Erudite there was somewhere they could hide from their brother, but a Divergent, no one wanted to be their friend.
It was a numbing discovery, knowing that if she told anyone else they would probably turn her in. If Eric knew what would he do? Strange, the way his name popped into her head almost immediately, it made her frown deeply as she walked towards the Pit, when had he started throwing himself into her head? The thought of Eric made her remember what had happened, when he'd kissed her so roughly she'd been too shocked to do anything. The memory made her bitter all over again, as she cursed herself for not moving or even reacting to the meeting of their lips.
There was always the question as to why Eric would even bother with a girl like her, a transfer like her. She was small, and didn't talk very much, not even to her friends whom she considered to like more than the next person. So far the only good thing about her was that she was a good soldier, and medic
when needed be. Though, perhaps her eyes were also cool to look at, which didn't count for much in the long run. Then why? Maybe he liked her because she was different, because she was Divergent. No, she stopped her train of thought abruptly, if Eric knew what Four thought she was, there would be no hesitation on his part. She was probably as good as dead.
Vast arguments with herself about what she should do brought Reeve to sit against the rocky wall just before the chasm, trying unsuccessfully to drown her thoughts in the rushing waters below. Perhaps it was her bad luck that made Peter walk up to her with a dumb smirk on his face. He stalled just in front of her sitting form, eyeing her up and down, as if she was an enemy he was assessing for weaknesses. It could have been true given the fact that she had threatened him the day before, although she couldn't imagine the guy actually thinking she could beat him, he was too proud for that.
"How did you do today Red?" He questioned, before sitting down next to her.
"What do you want?" She asked, him coldly.
He grinned sharply at her quick counter attack to his query. He knew that Reeve was fast to find when something was amiss, but he had been hoping to get a little more talking. He liked the way her eyes
seemed bored with the conversation, and wanted to make them hold a different expression of his own making. He wanted to see something a little sultrier in her gaze; an emotion that had been caused by him would be much more suitable for her to have.
"Just a little body heat," he murmured, before scooting closer to her.
"Get it from someone else," she said shortly, before standing up.
He watched her move away from him with the barest hint of a smirk on his face; he'd probably known that she wanted nothing to do with him. It was only when she began to walk away from him that Peter reached over and grabbed her ankle, letting his fingers squirm their way under her pants and socks until skin met skin. She shivered at the touch, which made Peter appear triumphant below her, the way his smile seemed so mocking. It made Reeve want to gag, the even think about what Peter was doing, the way he was touching her so carefully. Nothing like the way Eric palmed her skin, when he made contact with her all his actions were deliberate and planned, Peter just seemed clumsy and needy. The way his eyes glazed over as he lost himself in thought made her frown at him blandly.
Pulling at her leg was worthless. After phase one of training Peter had been second only to Edward in the physical category, and he'd done away with the guy. She couldn't possibly hope to pull away from his grip, but it didn't stop her from trying. If she was limp in his grasp he'd probably take it as permission.
Suddenly he was gripping her ankle so tightly that his fingers were digging into her skin hard enough to leave a bruise, while the other moved beneath her clothing. He didn't make it far before Reeve reacted quickly by aiming her other foot towards his face. He'd been expecting retaliation and dodged her kick at the last second, he took the opportunity to pull her body towards the ground.
Reeve had enough of the transfer in front of her. First he had the nerve to sit down next to her, then he had the audacity to touch her, as if she was free for anyone to do whatever they wanted with. If this boy thought he could continue to let his hand travel he had another thing coming. As she was falling Reeve twisted her body around in the air, turning sharply enough that the grip Peter had on her ankle loosened as he tried to quickly adjust. She pushed herself off the wall powerfully, and jerked out of his grip, jumping away from him as if being near him would burn her.
"Next time I won't hesitate to throw you into the chasm," she snarled, glaring at him darkly.
The thought had crossed her mind only briefly as she pushed off the wall to escape him, if she kneed him in the head he'd be close enough to the edge she could just tap him off. She'd stopped herself short, if she brought any more attention to herself she might as well tell everyone she was Divergent. Perhaps her reasoning wasn't well thought out, but Four's words were still stuck in her head.
"Next time I'll have a plan," he assured, her with a grin on his face.
"I hope it involves dying," she muttered, before turning to walk away. Perhaps it would be better for her to be factionless, at least that way she wouldn't have to put up with stupid Dauntless men who thought
they could mess around with her. It begged the question of whether or not she would be leaving soon, disappearing at night before anyone could even guess she was different.
"Reeve!" Someone shouting her name brought the red heads attention away from her thoughts. Turning to see Tris running towards her, she looked pretty shaken up for some reason, "I need your help."
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There was nothing, but dread in her stomach as they boarded the train. Tris had pleaded with her to come to Erudite, explaining the need to speak with her brother. At first Reeve wanted nothing to do with her request, she had already escaped the place once, and now she was to go back? No thanks. The only thing that made her change her mind was the way Tris sighed afterwards, she seemed hopeless. Reeve could only recall the way Tris had helped her out, and tried to respect her silence by not pushing her to speak like the others did sometimes. She'd never really had a friend that was a girl, and even though she probably wouldn't be friends with her much longer it was the least she could do.
Yet there was this feeling that built within her. She was sitting across from Tris on the train, a comfortable silence that Reeve found she could only have with a few people in Dauntless. Mostly everyone else thought it awkward, and rushed to fill the emptiness with stupid comments and words that meant nothing to anyone. It led Reeve to admit something she'd never admit to anyone else until it already happened.
"I might be gone soon," she muttered, catching the girl's attention. At least there would be one person left behind at Dauntless that knew she hadn't just disappeared, she'd made her choice, and left.
"Why?" Tris almost looked distraught over the information.
"I'm different."
"Is that what Four told you?" Her question caught Reeve off guard, had she been listening to the conversation? How had she known it was Four? "He might as well have said the same thing to me," she sighed, moving to the other side of the train car to sit next to her, "I thought I was alone."
"Do you want to leave with me?" Reeve asked, trying to take in the new information. Suddenly the situation was different; she wasn't just protecting herself from everyone else anymore. She was protecting herself and Tris, somehow, without even trying to; Reeve had begun to think of her friends as her siblings. If something happened to them, if someone hurt them, they would have to deal with her. She didn't especially like the way her mind automatically latched onto people to protect, but it was a familiar feeling, "We can protect each other."
"I don't know," she breathed deeply. Although it was a bad discovery, to know that if something happened they were both dead, the knowledge of there being two of them, made it less lonely. Reeve could see a little bit of weight being lifted off Tris' shoulders, at least she wasn't the only one anymore, "We can at least stay together?" The way she phrased it sounded more like a question than a statement.
"I won't leave you," Reeve said, after hesitating for a few seconds.
It felt good for some reason, after leaving her siblings, and Erudite behind she'd been feeling a sort of emptiness that came from abandoning her family. Back then she'd worry about whether or not Collin was going to get to Elaine or Theo, there was always someone to take care of, but there was no one like that in Dauntless. She'd gotten so used to taking care of people that when she didn't have to anymore it took something away from her, but now the feeling returned, because she had Tris. They had each other to worry about, and even if Tris didn't feel the same way, Reeve was happy to have that hole within her patched up. Her purpose wasn't just to live anymore, it was to make sure her friend made it as well.
"Thanks," her smile was genuine.
It was perhaps the first time Reeve had seen the expression on the Abnegation transfer, both of them felt somewhat relieved despite the jarring information of being Divergent. Happy, because at least now, amongst a bunch of strangers in a new faction that was trying to weed them out, they had each other.
"This is the most I've heard you speak," she laughed, softly when Reeve frowned at the comment. "It's kind of weird," she muttered, shoving the red head playfully.
They didn't say anything for the rest of the train trip. A comfortable silence enveloped them and they welcomed it, wrapped in their own thoughts about what could possibly be their plan. Now that there were two of them it made running away a little more suspicious, and Reeve still had no idea why Tris wanted to go to Erudite, though she had mentioned something about her brother Caleb.
When they arrived Reeve led the way to where she knew the new members of Erudite would be, many times she'd gone to work with her parents when they wanted to show off how smart she was. In the days before Collin's madness that is, back then they had seen her as a way of boasting, because she was always so eager to learn. It was something she had read in a book before that always seemed to stick with her no matter where she went.
Knowledge is power.
Thus far knowledge had helped her do many things, surviving during training by knowing where to hit someone for it to hurt the most, being able to think on her feet when everyone else was too shocked. She immediately found a place in Dauntless as a medic, simply for what she had been interested in as a child, a place that she wouldn't end up in. The realization made her falter in her step as they walked through all the crowds of blue clothed people around them. Oh, how they loved to stare.
"What is it?" Tris questioned, when she saw her hesitate.
"Nothing," she muttered, pushing forward while glaring at those around her. She liked the way that they seemed to shrink away from them; it felt good to have the power to make them fearful of what would happen if they got too close. They walked quickly, the slower they made their way through Erudite the better chance Reeve had to see her brother there, and she did not want to see him.
Not soon enough Tris found her brother, Reeve waited by the door until they were finished. Not wanting to intrude upon their conversation, but also not wanting to stray too far away. She hated it here, all the blue shirts and pants, the huge glass windows that had once made her feel secure and safe had become a prison. She'd escaped this place already, and now she was back to pay a visit. What if they decided to keep her here?
"It's not true," Tris' voice pulled her from her thoughts abruptly, and she turned to stare at the siblings.
They looked close, far closer than Reeve had ever been with Collin, even before he freaked out. The sight of them so close to each other without ripping the other's throat out made Reeve a little bit jealous. What would life have been like if Collin never changed?
"Let's go," Tris muttered, walking past Reeve quickly. She didn't mention anything about it but Reeve could see tears in the girls eyes, which meant that the conversation hadn't gone as well as she had imagined it. Somehow it made Reeve feel a little bit better about her own siblings, because it meant that even in Abnegation there was room for argument amongst families.
They were walking down the stairs when two men seemed to block off their path Reeve got a few feet away from them before one spoke.
"I need you to come with me," he said sternly. Reeve was the first to push past him, when Tris tried to follow he grabbed her as the same time that the other man grabbed Reeve. She had been ready for him though, just as he reached to grab her upper arm the red headed transfer took the opportunity to elbow him in the ribs. The Erudite man crumpled easily into the ground, making the girl above him sneer coldly down at his form. Everyone here always spoke with such authority, but when it came down to it. There was no strength behind their words.
"Stop," Came a rather commanding voice. They both whirled around, and looked up to see Jeanine standing above them with what looked to be concern on her face. Immediately Reeve recognized the face next to her, "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, we're fine," Tris responded, after glancing at her friend.
Reeve's mind was racing wildly as they were herded upstairs with Jeanine. The man standing next to Jeanine looked down at her so blandly, Reeve questioned had he even been her father. He looked at her as if she was a different person, completely strange to his gaze, not like the little girl he had often
carried up to bed when she was just a tyke. He was in the room with them when Jeanine offered them a seat, Reeve could barely stray her eyes away from the man that was supposed to be her father. She felt like crying, how could he not recognize his little girl?
"Are you happy with your new faction?" Jeanine asked the red headed girl again. Obviously she was preoccupied with other thoughts, but she wanted to know.
"I'm happy I left my old one," she muttered, making the woman's lips twitch slightly. She turned her attention back to Tris after that, and Reeve only slightly listened to the conversation.
"But you came to see your brother," she heard her say. "I just wanted to talk to him," Tris answered.
She started to drone out their words, only hearing Jeanine say faction before blood, words that stuck with her no matter how hard to tried to forget them. It was evident in what she had done at the choosing ceremony that Reeve appeared to care nothing for blood relatives. She'd chosen a faction she had nothing to do with in order to escape from them; perhaps her father resented her for that. It could be the reason why he wouldn't look at her, or even acknowledge that she had once lived in his house.
"You would help me with that wouldn't you?" Jeanine's voice cut through her musings once again, "Reeve?"
"No," her answer took the woman by surprise. Even Tris seemed a little taken off guard when she had responded so quickly, and venomously. "I wasn't really listening, because I don't care," she said, watching the woman's expression tighten in irritation. "I owe this faction nothing, not when he won't even look at me," she sneered, pointing over in the direction of her father.
"You're aware that Abnegation is undermining the faction system by breaking laws," she didn't let the comment phase her, and went back to talking to Tris, "Harboring Divergents."
"I didn't know that," Tris said, shaking her head. She glanced at Reeve for a split second to see that she was now somewhat interested in the conversation after hearing the word divergent used, "but if that's true I'm glad that I left."
"See I need to know that I can count on you to enforce the law, even if it's been broken by someone close to you. Someone you care about," she pushed further, somehow hinting at something to come.
"Of course," Tris's voice was soft when she answered this time.
"Good," Jeanine said, before turning her attention back to Reeve. She was glaring at the blonde haired woman defiantly, if it had been up to her, she would've never come back here unless they forced her. Yet she'd caved in when Tris pleaded with her, perhaps it was something she shouldn't have done. "I'm sure your father just doesn't recognize you," she tried to reason with Reeve, "after all you look quite different from when you left."
"Bullshit," Reeve spat at her. In the past few days she'd been through quite a bit, with all the mental training, dealing with Eric, now Peter, and then hearing on top of it all that she was Divergent. It meant that she was in no mood to hear a bunch of crap being spewed at her by someone who believed everyone to be beneath her, "How could you ever forget such freakish eyes like mine."
"I'll have my car take you back to Dauntless," she tried to close off the conversation before Reeve could say anything else.
Instead of spewing profanities at her father, and Jeanine, Reeve sighed and stood up quickly. More or less running from the room to get away from them.
The drive home was awkward. No longer was the silence comfortable, as Tris felt the need to say something to Reeve, as if it would calm her down. There was little she could do to even try and understand what the girl could be going through, there had always been a sort of disconnect in her family at Abnegation. Yet her stories didn't even compare to what the girl sitting next to her had been through, there was nothing to say, and nothing to do that would make Reeve feel better. Even the darkness around them outside did nothing to hide the expression of pure anger on Reeve's face. She might as well not have a family anymore since none of them bothered to look her in the eye.
Only when they were walking back through Dauntless territory did Tris try to say anything, even then her words faltered in her mouth as she tried to get them out. Nearing the pit, Reeve could hear the sound of rushing water just below them in the chasm. Reeve almost wanted to drown out her words, but decided to listen.
"About your father-," she started to say, before someone grabbed her. Reeve moved to counterattack, but someone had already grabbed her from behind, and smashed her head into the rocky wall behind them. Faintly she could see them pull Tris away as she struggled to break free, she tried to get up, pulling herself up against the wall only to have her vision fade to black as a throbbing pain enveloped her skull. Another person's hands found her shoulders, and threw her back into the ground sharply before they began to pull Tris away again.
It knocked the breath from her lungs, and she struggled to even see shapes in the darkness of the tunnel, there was a warm wetness on the back of her head that she knew could only be blood.
She could hear Tris' muffled protests off a little ways in front of her, before hearing other people's voice urging the others to push her off into the chasm. Then there were sounds of fighting, the thudding of bodies; someone had either come to the rescue, or come to finish the job. The fact that Reeve didn't know was killing her, was Tris okay? Was she okay?
In answer to the question someone's hands were on her arms only moments after the scuffle in front of her started. They gripped her tightly, and pulled her to her feet before throwing her over their shoulders. Trying to stay quiet, the figure seemed hesitant about where to go for a second before they started moving. Each step he took at his slightly jogging pace made Reeve's head throb in pain, as if she was still getting her head smashed into the wall over, and over again. At one point during her abduction there was the sound of someone walking a little ways away from them, and whoever carried her panicked before backing into the wall.
That was when everything went dark, when she woke up to a still throbbing head. It had only been about ten minutes, and there was someone hovering over her. She tried to move in order to gauge what was going on to find out that her arms were tied to the railing behind her; she was in a sitting position with a cloth tied around her mouth. Immediately her eyes glared at the figure above her, he'd taken off his mask, and was wearing the same smirk he had had on that morning.
"Told you I'd have a better plan," he sneered, kneeling down to her level. "It's smart right? This place is perfect, I can tie you to the railing, and no one's going to come up to the roof at night," he laughed
softly. Her glare didn't falter as she stared at him, "Oh come on, this'll be good for both of us, I mean besides the back of the head thing for you, that probably hurts," he tapping her injury, "but at least I'll get to enjoy it," he grinned maniacally.
She wanted to kill him, that morning when she'd left him, she should have followed her darker thoughts, and thrown him into the chasm claiming it to have been self defense. Yet she'd given him the benefit of the doubt, and assumed he would leave her alone for a little while, and now she was here. Looking up at Peter with an unrecognizable emotion in her eyes, all he wanted to see fill those mismatched pupils was lust. He was sure that after a short time she would show him that expression.
He was all over her in no time, letting his hands trail down her sides a few times until they set on her breasts. They'd been so soft for that one second that he'd felt them in the shower the other day. Since then he couldn't help but imagine how they would feel in his grasp, the sounds Reeve would make beneath him. Slipping his hands under her shirt she shivered, and trembled at his touch, a movement that made Peter smirk maliciously at her, only to frown when he saw that she was still glaring at him all the same.
Only when he finally squeezed her breasts did her expression change. Her skin was smooth under his fingertips, and he felt his heartbeat pick up speed after watching Reeve close her eyes tightly, and turn away from him. It had been a little while since Eric has left his mark on her neck, and the bruises were beginning to fade slightly, something that caught Peter's attention almost immediately. Whoever it had been that had tainted her once smooth, and pale skin was nowhere to be found right now, which meant that Reeve was fair game right?
He'd been thinking about this all day, ever since seeing Reeve naked he couldn't get the girl out of his mind, and his mind would not stop showing his flashbacks of what she'd looked like with wet glistening skin. It made his pants tight to think about how her skin would feel rubbing against his own, the shallow breathing that would come from her mouth as she tried to resist him. He wanted to break the strong air of defiance that was the Erudite transfer, and throw her on the floor for everyone to see how weak she truly was. At first his plan had been to wait it out, and try to be smarter about the situation. What if someone saw them? What if he got caught? It didn't matter to him anymore, he wanted Reeve, and he wanted her right away.
Right now, she looked pretty heated beneath him, and who would he be if he didn't try to cool her down? It was his turn to mark her as his. As soon as Peter's tongue found her neck Reeve reacted, pushing her legs up between them and kicking wildly at his face. He hadn't been expecting her to fight back at this point, and took a hit to the face. In retaliation he forced her legs down with a growl, and forcing her body backwards into the hard railing, knocking her still pounding head into the metal.
"Damn it, stay still," he hissed, when she groaned in pain. He started to get fuzzy in front of her again, as her vision faded in and out. Planting himself between her legs Peter nudged at her crotch with his knee, offering her a lustful lick of his lips, as he got closer to her neck. "Too bad whoever gave you this mark didn't care enough to keep an eye on you," he whispered, before letting his hands travel back down to palm her skin. He was a lot rougher this time, pinching when she refused to give him the satisfaction of hearing her voice protest against him.
She was on the verge of crying in frustration, how she could have ever let it get this far was beyond her. Her goal coming into Dauntless was to blend into the crowd, become a soldier, someone who didn't have to deal with things like this. She'd left Erudite to escape feeling helpless and worthless. Yet here she was, vulnerable, and useless to fight back. If she'd stayed with her family, would her mother and father have gone back to smiling at her like they used to when they were proud of what she learned?
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"You alright?" Four asked Tris who looked pretty shaken up. She was breathing heavily, and glancing at the groaning bodies in front of them, the Dauntless trainer had made short work of her attackers. Nodding slightly, she mumbled a reply before remembering that she hadn't been alone in the tunnel when they had attacked her.
"Reeve," she breathed, before turning back the way she had come.
"She was with you?" He questioned, following her to where their red headed friend should have been. "They threw her against the wall, and she couldn't get back up, she should be right here," Tris muttered,
seeing a smudge of blood where Reeve had been lying. "She's hurt," Four's expression turned dark quickly.
"Tell anyone who's awake what you're doing, we'll have a better chance of finding her, anywhere you think she could have been taken. Check every spot, if you find her get Malachi, she'll need help," he explained in a rush. Tris could only admire the way he could appear to be so calm when she was freaking out, she'd forgotten all about the redhead in her struggle to stay alive, "Go!" He shouted when she hesitated.
There were very few people awake at this time, Tris ran into three people before she crossed paths with
Eric, he glared at her from the other side of the bridge.
"Bedtime was a long time ago stiff," he sneered, taking slow steps towards her.
The Abnegation transfer considered ignoring Eric, and running on to find others that could help, but Four's words echoed in her head. They really did need all the help they could get. Even though Tris was sure that Eric cared nothing for any of the initiates, in fact he seemed to especially hate Reeve considering how much he picked on her. She took a chance.
"Someone took Reeve, she's hurt, and we don't know where she is," she blurted out stumbling over a few words. "Spread the word to look for her?" It was more of a question than a statement, because Tris was sure Eric would turn back around, and go back to what he was doing. Not staying to find out she rushed past him in her haste to check the training area, hoping that whoever took her would assume it a great place to hide.
Behind her Eric froze, bitter hatred bubbled in the back of his throat; someone had actually dared to take something that already belonged to him. They had probably noticed the interesting way in which Reeve rarely let her emotions show, and wanted to break them out of her if only to see the expression left at the end. That was his job, and he was taking his time, but someone had messed everything up.
They'd hurt her, is what the stiff had said. As far as Eric was concerned the only person allowed to hurt her was him.
All at once he was sprinting through the rocky walls around him, aiming for the best areas that he thought someone would take his girl to. The abandoned store near the tattoo parlor, the supply closets near the medical ward, but she was nowhere to be found. He even crossed paths with Four as he spoke quickly with another member of Dauntless, he moved to go around them hurriedly before hearing what they were talking about.
"I thought there was someone in the back hallways, but when I went to check there was nobody there," the man looked groggy.
Instead of questioning his liability Eric went off in the direction he was talking about, finding no trace of anyone save for a small bit of blood smudged on the wall. Of course his mind went immediately to Reeve, how the blood could only belong to her, and he wasn't wrong. There were only two things in the back hallways, a room that was always locked that contained water pumps and controls, and a staircase that led to the roof that they used for shooting practice. No one ever went up there at night though.
He hadn't seen her happy yet, what did she look like when she smiled in joy? What would she look like when she was half awake, would she be more talkative? How would it feel to suck her lips into his mouth? What expression would she make after he'd had his way with her? He had been planning to find all these things out, if only to have fun forcing the expressions from her along the way, because he had to see the way her mismatched eyes reflected her emotions. It was too exciting to give up, he had been growing bored here in Dauntless, and Reeve had been the person to break him out of such monotonous day to day work. Although, it was somewhat intriguing to hear what new things Erudite had planned, it was nothing compared to the anticipation his meetings with Reeve brought about.
The fact that someone else had taken her as their own was unacceptable. She was already his.
Peter relished the sound of her soft whimpers as he bit down on the smooth skin of her shoulder,
lapping up the blood that pooled in small dots from where he'd broken the skin. She'd been waiting forhim to let get in the perfect position before making another move towards him, faking whimpers so he'd feel that he won. For the last couple minutes that he'd been enjoying the feeling of her flesh beneath his fingertips she had been slowly working her left wrist in her restraints. It was slick and slimy now. The rope had cut into her skin a while ago and was making it easier to move, making the knot a lot looser around her wrist she pulled on it as he went to bite her neck again.
"This marks you as mine," he sneered, before she pulled her bloodied left hand from where it had been tied. At this point everything ached, it felt like her body was begging her to just give up and let it
happen. Or at least pass out so she didn't have to feel everything happening, but Reeve refused to be weak. As long as she had breath in her body, and a way to escape, she would try.
Her fist found his throat immediately and pounded home. She listened to him gag with a sick look of satisfaction in her gaze, before her hand clawed at the side of his face. Digging into his skin, that was made slippery by her own blood. He growled as soon as he got his breath back, and tried to reach for her again, but she grabbed him by his hair, and used his own momentum to smash his head into the railing. He groaned in pain as Reeve pulled the cloth from her mouth, and tried to untie the other hand. He grabbed at her hair, his fingers threaded through her red locks, and pulled painfully at her scalp. She hissed at him in agony, her head was already pounding, and now she could barely see anything through the black dots that clouded her vision.
"You bitch!" He tightened his grip on her hair before wiping some blood off his face. Adding insult to injury she spit on his foot, and turned up towards him with a pained sneer on her face. By then she was fading fast, all the pain added up eventually. Her body gave up, even though her mind was ready for round three. The last thing Reeve remembered was Peter's hand untangling from her hair.
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