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-ashleemac14

Peter walked me home after we both drank to the edge of being drunk. It was just enough to slur my speech, but not enough that I would forget this night in the morning. I didn't really want to forget this night. I wanted to remember the laughs and the good times I had with this Peter guy. He asked me if I wanted to have planned meeting next time. I didn't know how to react to his proposal, though I told him yes. This Friday at 7 would be our next meeting.

I laid in bed, desperately wanting sleep to overcome my body. It was late and I had work in the morning. I stared up at the ceiling, watching the headlights of cars speed past my apartment. So far, I had counted at least seven. It helped pass the time, but I had hoped the counting would lull me to a dreamless sleep. It finally lulled me to sleep after the twelfth or thirteenth car, though it was anything but dreamless.

The sun beat down on my skin, instantly causing beads of sweat to appear on my forehead. My whole body was shaking like I was in the Arctic. I am in the middle of a field. I feel like I've been here before, but I can't place the location. Maybe I've passed by it on my way to the woods where I host my game? I swear I've been here before though and that's when I saw it. One tiny glimpse of the logs and the fire pit and I knew exactly where I was. You could only know it was there if you knew what you were looking for. It would look just like a few trees fell in a clearing, nothing too suspicious.

"So," the voice sent shivers down my spine, "this is it. This is all? I thought there would be a little more to it, but alright." I turned around to face Marcus and started walking toward him. I was completely out of control. I was trapped in my body and it was awful.

"No", I found myself saying, "this isn't it. That's where we meet over there." I tried to resist showing him. It was impossible. I couldn't even hide one of my greatest secrets to this man. It was like he already knew all my secrets and he just wanted the pure joy of watching me spill them.

"When is your next game?" he demanded the information from me. He was being a little to hostile for my liking. If he just waited, I'm sure this insufferable blabbermouth of a body I'm in right now would have told him. It felt like I was under the truth serum in this dream. If this was even a dream. It felt more like a simulation. Then it clicked, because it was. I was in a simulation and I needed to snap out of it now.

"I need to-" I tried to fight it, this was a strong simulation. It didn't mean anything though, it just meant it would take longer. I had to get out, someone gave this simulation serum and I needed to get them. They were probably still in my apartment.

"You need to what?" Marcus looked confused. He looked like he hadn't been expecting that answer at all actually. It was strange compared to the way the rest of the simulation had been behaving.

"I need to wake up. Now." I shouted out into the wind.

I sucked in an unneeded amount of oxygen into my lungs, my eyes shooting open. He was here, he had drugged me with the serum. What the hell did he want?

"Hello there Elizabeth." Marcus spit at me. I looked closer and he was holding a gun in his hands. I reached for the pistol that I usually carried with me to my games. As soon as I started to feel for it, he decided to speak up again, "Don't bother, this is yours."

"Why? What gave you the right to drug me? Where did you even get them?" I shot rapidly. I just needed to keep him busy long enough to find my knife. I could go in for a quick stab and end his life, but he would end mine the second I moved.

"I got them from your office Ms. Murphy. You keep things so loosely around there. You were Abnegation. I would have at least expected a little more of you." he insulted. I could kill him. I just need to throw him off his game and steal back my gun. One shot would be all it took.

"Key word of that sentence was 'were'. As in , no longer your little slave." it was hard not to spit that back at him in anger. He was getting underneath my skin and I didn't appreciate him there. He loosened his grip on the gun ever so slightly.

Marcus threw back his head in manic laughter, closing his eyes. I went in for the gun, grabbing it and pushing out out the cylinder. I watched and listened for the sound of six bullets to hit the floor. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Marcus had his hand on my throat in a matter of seconds after the sixth bullet hit the floor. I was slammed against the wall, knocking whatever breath I had in me out. My hand tightened it's grip on the dagger, ready to stab. I went for it. The dagger hitting the bone, so I put all the strength I had left into forcing it through the flesh of his wrist. I crumpled on the floor, catching my breath and smiling at Marcus's pained cries.

"Get...out" I managed through my ragged breaths. It sounded almost animalistic. It scared me, but at the same time, I was pleased with what I had done.

Marcus pulled out the knife with his good hand. He started over towards me with it, threatening my well-being. Scrambling around the on the floor of the dim room, I found the revolver and a bullet. Marcus raised his hand and I flinched at the bright light. I felt a huge thud on my floor, Marcus's screams assured me he was still alive. My intention was to kill him and I probably would have if I hadn't flinched. I grabbed for the land line, I prayed thanks for the day these were invented, and called the station. At least now he would be Zeke's problem.