Hi everyone who still reads this story! Sorry for the abrupt ending, hopefully I can make it up to you!
Disclaimer: If I were Veronica Roth, my grammar and spelling would be much, much better. For example, I just spelled grammar with an -er. Whoops.
I hear voices but my vision is still dark; I can't tell if I'm still knocked out, dreaming or have a blindfold on. When I feel a rough rope wrapped around my wrists and ankles and the disgusting taste of fabric in my mouth, I figure that I'm awake. I don't know why I'm not more frightened by this whole situation, for all I know, Peter and Eric are going to kill me, I mean I know it has to be them. Who else could it be?
I hear someone coming closer and I wish I could talk to try to get a feel of where they are in the room, if they respond. The blindfold is yanked off my face roughly and I see that I'm near the Chasm. Also to my surprise, Drew is here. Well great, another enemy to add to the list. I'm slightly worried about why I'm not panicking more, I'm completely useless and I have three huge boys about to throw me in the Chasm. I need to formulate a plan.
"Well look who decided to wake up!" Eric says this and laughs as if he made a great joke.
I move my mouth back and forth and manage to spit out the gag they had in my mouth, meanwhile I'm trying to get my wrists out of the tightly bound rope.
"Cat got your tongue Stiff?" Peter says. Ugh, I hate him.
"For sure, it's not like you gagged me or anything. I see you dragged poor Drew into this whole mess too. I see how confident you are, three huge guys against one small Stiff." I practically spit out the last word, facing them all is giving me way more confidence then I should have, I like this sarcastic attitude. It's fun and that's one reason I came here, right? God, I'm so unlike myself right now, what drug did they give me?
"She has an attitude, what do you know!" Drew says. This guys can stand up for himself? He's such a small part in our initiation, sometimes it's like he doesn't exist. Ok, seriously what did they give me, I never think like this!
"What did you drug me with? Can't all three of you take me down in my sleep with the things Amar taught us? You know, the things Four and I did to you last night, didn't think you'd try it so soon after the last time. Did you tell Drew about your failure? You know, how Four and I outsmarted and out fought you?" I ask innocently and sweetly, but with a sarcastic undertone.
By this time, I've almost undone the rope around my wrists, but I still don't know how this is going to help me at all, my wrists and hands are raw from the rope and my feet are still tied together. I wish I had a knife right now.
Apparently Peter and Eric are sick of my back talk, Eric marches up to me and punches me right in the face. My head whips around and that might just have been my saving grace. I see Four in the hallway that connects to the Chasm. He flinches when I get hit but puts a finger up to his lips and understanding passes through our eyes, we will always protect each other.
My nose is really sore, and there is blood running down my face, I don't think it's broken though.
"Stooping so low as to hit a girl, Eric?" I retort, trying to show they can't hurt me.
Peter and Eric loose it then, I've called them weak left and right. The punches come from all sides and at one point I think Drew joins in. I feel my self fading in and out of consciousness, one of the times before blacking out I think, where is Four?
In one of my conscious moments Peter decides it's time to get rid of me, they come towards me and pick me up, this is when I reveal to them that my hands are no longer tied. I fight against them with my remaining strength.
"A heavy hand gropes along my chest. "You sure you're sixteen, Stiff? Doesn't feel like you're more than twelve." 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."
I'm shaking now; I can't do this. I start panicking, I'm going to die, they're going to throw me off into the Chasm. I start hyperventilating, I can't believe he just touched me; I can't do this. My breaths become more heavier and ragged. I don't know what changed between now and before, I suppose when you're put in the face of death, your confidence level quickly goes to zero, and when someone does that to you especially.
I had forgotten that Four was here when I became scared, he's going to think I'm so weak now.
"Stop." His voice is close, it demands attention and is calming to me now.
"Look who decided to drop in, the two Stiffs, saving each other each time. Perfect, now we can get rid of you both." I can just imagine Eric's sneer as he says this. Currently though, the only thing I'm actually looking at is the Chasm water rushing under me. The cold metal of the railing is cutting into my bruised stomach.
Drew lets go of my legs and now I'm half free, but closer to falling to my death. When he lets go, though, I pull my feet in and kick out with them hoping to catch one of them. I do. I hop around off the railing annoyed that my feet are still tied together and see that Drew is down, not having expected the kick. I bend down to quickly undo the rope around my feet and give him a kick to knock him out.
I turn to see Four trying to deal with both Peter and Eric. My fear from before has vanished from the moment along with my injuries, I think the memory and pain might come back after the adrenaline has left. For now I focus on the fight.
I kick both their knees in from behind, their weak spot. Four finishes the job by knocking them out. We really need less practice with this. Four and I start steadying our breaths; the adrenaline formally coursing through my veins has left and the memory of him has returned along with the pain.
I break down crying and sink to my knees, I just couldn't hold it in. What is wrong with me? I need to figure out what they gave me, it's making me super emotional. I must look like a mess, I'm tired and half drugged. Four must think I'm insane. Why do I care so much about what he thinks of me?
Four comes towards me and slowly envelopes me in a hug. The blood from my nose leaks all over his shirt, probably staining it for good, he doesn't seem to notice or care though.
"Shhhh… Tris, it's going to be alright." Four says this in a soft reassuring tone and pulls my head to rest on his shoulder.
I let the tears flow for a bit longer and finally I'm able to control them. My cheeks must be stained with the tear tracks, the eyes red and puffy.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me, you must think I'm crazy and emotional, I think they drugged me with something." The words come out in a gush and at the end I add in a quiet, almost silent voice, "He touched me…"
Four seems to seethe at this, "They did what?"
"Uhh. Nothing." I hadn't realized what that might have sounded like and how awkward it could be.
"Tris it's not nothing, what happened? We need to take you to the hospital and get everything looked at and see what's in your system."
"Peter, he just…" I can't say the words, but Four seems to make the connection now and looks angrily towards his knocked out body. I say in a more confident voice now, "I don't need to go to the hospital for the same reason you didn't need to go to the hospital. I'm sure the drug will go out of my system eventually, I'm just curious as to what it was. It made me super emotional."
Four thinks over my argument and seems to deem it worthy, maybe because I gave him a pass on the hospital as well. We really need to get some sleep, two nights in a row of excitement and action, I hope they get the message and don't try again.
Peter, Eric and Drew start to stir and I really don't want to be in the dorms with them tonight. Four and I go to the dorms, Four practically carrying me as fatigue and my injures kick in. We wash off and Four helps me with the blood in my hair, he hands gentle and caring. I would have done it myself, but I couldn't lift my arms above my shoulders from the punches I got. Once the blood on my visible skin is gone, Four leaves me to change clothes.
When I come out from the bathroom, Four has grabbed two set of blankets and pillows, I have no idea where he's going with this.
"A few days ago I found this place by the Chasm -if you're okay with going there- that's secluded and hidden from view. We don't have to go if you don't want, but I was thinking you might not want to be in the same room with them." Four says these words hesitantly as if not to scare me off.
"That sounds just fine for this…" I yawn at the end of my sentence and sway slightly on my feet.
I follow Four down the hallway, really starting to feel my injuries, I'm wondering if I should have gone to the hospital after all. I'm leaning pretty heavily on Four and all of a sudden my eyes close.
Four catches me and picks me up along with the pillows and blankets and brings me down to his Chasm spot. It's the first time I'm glad I'm small and light. Before I know what's happening Four has laid out blankets and pillows on a smooth stretch of ground and right before I'm out for the night I say tiredly, "Goodnight, Tobias, I mean Four."
"Call me Tobias, it's nice to hear my name every now and then."
"Well then goodnight, Tobias."
The last thing I hear before I'm deaf to the world is, "Goodnight, Tris."
Hopefully you enjoyed it! I know I copied a couple paragraphs from Divergent,but I didn't feel comfortable writing it, sorry! (It's in italics) I would love to hear any ideas for this story and ideas on how to get Four and Tris together, I'm basically taking this chapter by chapter so any ideas are welcome. Thanks!