Hello nerds, I hate everything so I'm going to coat myself in glitter and sleep for the next 20 years. But anyway, here is another chapter that I hope yall will like. I still don't own anything except new characters and ideas, I make no money from writing, and all rights go to the rightful owners. To see outfits and character pictures head on over to my polyvore Noellamonster.
-Tris p.o.v
Alessa ran to the dorm, she had to use the restroom very badly. Before she scurried away she advised me to hurry up, no one good would be roaming the halls this late at night.
I tug my hair over one shoulder and bend over. As soon as the water touches my lips, I hear voices at the end of the hallway. I creep closer to them, trusting the dark to keep me hidden. "So far there haven't been any signs of it." Eric's voice. Signs of what?
"Well, you wouldn't have seen much of it yet," someone replies. A female voice; cold and familiar, but familiar like a dream, not a real person. "Combat training shows you nothing. The simulations, however, reveal who the Divergent rebels are, if there are any, so we will have to examine the footage several times to be sure." The word "Divergent" makes me go cold. I lean forward, my back pressed to the stone, to see who the familiar voice belongs to. "Don't forget the reason I had Max appoint you," the voice says. "Your first priority is always finding them. Always."
"I won't forget, Mother." His voice suggests anger, irritation.
I shift a few inches forward, hoping I am still hidden. Whoever that voice belongs to, she is pulling the strings; she is responsible for Eric's leadership position; she is the one who wants me dead. I tilt my head forward, straining to see them before they turn the corner. Then someone grabs me from behind. I start to scream, but a hand claps over my mouth. It smells like soap and it's big enough to cover the lower half of my face. I thrash, but the arms holding me are too strong, and I bite down on one of the fingers. "Ow!" a rough voice cries. "Shut up and keep her mouth covered." That voice is rougher, weaker, than the average male's and clearer. Peter. A strip of dark cloth covers my eyes, and a new pair of hands ties it at the back of my head. I struggle to breathe. There are at least two hands on my arms, dragging me forward, and one on my back, shoving me in the same direction, and one on my mouth, keeping my screams in.
I hear Alessa scream from somewhere that couldn't be too far, was her own brother going to kill her? I feel someone's hands falter, Peters I'm guessing.
My chest hurts. I can't resist three people on my own. "Wonder what it sounds like when a Stiff begs for mercy," A familiar voice says with a chuckle, this was not Peter; surprisingly.
"Hurry up." I try to focus on the hand on my mouth. There must be something distinct about it that will make him easier to identify. His identity is a problem I can solve. I need to solve a problem right now, or I will panic. The palm is sweaty and soft. I clench my teeth and breathe through my nose. The soap smell is familiar. Lemongrass and sage. The same smell surrounds Al's bunk. A weight drops into my stomach. I hear the crash of water against rocks. We are near the chasm—we must be above it, given the volume of the sound. I press my lips together to keep from screaming. If we are above the chasm, I know what they intend to do to me.
"Lift her up, c'mon." I thrash, and their rough skin grates against mine, but I know it's useless. I scream too, knowing that no one can hear me here. I will survive until tomorrow. I will. The hands push me around and up and slam my spine into something hard and cold. Judging by its width and curvature, it is a metal railing. It is the metal railing, the one that overlooks the chasm. My breaths wheeze and mist touches the back of my neck. The hands force my back to arch over the railing. My feet leave the ground, and my attackers are the only thing keeping me from falling into the water. A heavy hand gropes along my chest.
Alessas' screams are cut off as a banging noise sounds, something hard against what I think is her head. Peter falters again and almost drops me.
"You sure you're sixteen, Stiff? Doesn't feel like you're more than twelve." This was Al, the other boys laugh. Bile rises in my throat and I swallow the bitter taste. "Wait, I think I found something!" His hand squeezes me. I bite my tongue to keep from screaming. More laughter. Al's hand slips from my mouth. When Al lets go of me, I thrash again and slip down to the ground. This time, I bite down as hard as I can on the first arm I find. I hear a scream and clench my jaw harder, tasting blood. Something hard strikes my face.
-Alessa p.o.v
"Alessa" someone's' rough voice wakes me from a haze of darkness, a soft twinkle of a voice follows his.
"Why isn't she awake yet?" Tris.
I tried to speak but instead of words a garbled mess erupts from my mouth, I can barely see the worry flash in her eyes. "head hurts" I finally managed to get out, it felt like my mouth was stuffed with cotton.
"Take this" my blurred vision was clearing up, it was Four. I was in Fours apartment with Tris. Four held out a pale blue pill. Almost immediately after taking it my headache subsided, a sigh escaped my lips.
"What happened?" I was able to stand after a few minutes and with the help of Tris.
My head was in my hands, anger and sadness blooming in my core. "I want everything explained to her, now." I wasn't in the state to be giving an order, especially not to a superior. But, quite obviously, that didn't stop me.
"What?" Tris looked confused, "I know what happened."
"No, you don't" Four admitted, and within seconds he divulged every secret he had been keeping. Everything from Eric to my brother and everything about divergents.
Tris sat on the bed beside me, anger casting a spell on her soft features. "We need to stop it." She pursed her lips, "Why aren't we doing anything?"
"We are, we're recruiting allies and forming a plan. Eric and his girlfriend are the head of this plan, Tris. We have to trust them or we'll all die; Jeanine has gone insane."
"Jeanine is Eric's mom" Tris added on, "What if he turns on us?"
"He won't, he knows the monster his mother is. The love of his life is divergent, anything threatening her won't survive long."
"Then why is he doing this to Peter?" now it was disgust that clouded her eyes.
"He has no choice; he'll detox my brother to help but there isn't much we can do about that. I'm sorry for what he's done. He's an ass but not like this. Every time he gets detoxed he cries and can barely move. He's not in control."
"I'm sorry" she sighed, "We should go though. People will be wondering where we are."
Four leaves us to change, we must walk in without him. I choose something loose, anything hugging my body would make the pain worse. Tris dabbed at the side of my head, "Dried blood." She explained sympathetically.