The Divergent Games - A Crossover

Tobias - Hideous People - 3

Eric instructed me to carry Tris. Something I'm thankful for. I'd rather carry her than have him come within twenty feet of her. If he tries to lay a hand on her, I'll snap his fingers without hesitation. Even if I die in the process.

I have to hold her very gently. Every single move I make hurts, and her facing contorts with a wince that doesn't go away. There's blood everywhere, pouring from the hole in the side of her chest, leaving a trail on the ground. I think the bullet only grazed her because otherwise she would be in much worse condition. It's hard to tell though, due to her shirt sticking to her body and the exceedingly large amount of blood. Her shoulder is bad too. Before I picked her up, I made sure to put her right arm across her chest so it didn't swing around.

She's awake, but her eyes are closed and she hardly moves and neither of us speak.

Eric leads me from behind so he can keep his gun trained on my back at all times. He tells me when and where to turn as well as whether or not to stop walking. I don't look at him, but I can hear him smiling. It makes my blood boil. The only reason I follow his orders is because I don't think Tris will survive if I don't.

We move through alleyways. He doesn't want the Dauntless soldiers to see us. If they do, he'll have to take us to Jeanine, and I'm not sure which is worse. If we go to Jeanine, we'll be experimented on and then killed; it's almost certain death. If we go with Eric, who knows what will happen. He said he won't kill us but is that much better?

After walking for a while, Eric leads us out of the alleys and onto a street. The area around us is completely ruins. Although the buildings are still tall enough to mask Eric's truck, they seem to be held up by strings. Plants and weeds explode from cracks in the road and in between bricks, covering most of the structures in a coat of green. I've never been on this road before.

"Get in," says Eric, walking over to the bed of the truck and opening its door. For Tris' sake, I do what I'm told. I have to set her down first so I can get in without hurting her or myself. Eric shuts the door behind me, I hear a chain rattle, then the soft click of a padlock.

It's dark and empty here. There's nothing to sit on or to hold us in place. It's just a metal box. I don't like it.

I move Tris to the very far side of the truck bed, away from the door, and set her down against the wall. I want to make sure she moves around as little as possible once Eric starts driving so I sit down right beside her.

"You okay?" I ask. Her eyes flutter open weakly and she blinks a few times.

"Not really." Her head falls to my shoulder. I resist the urge to wrap my arm around her body and pull her into me because it will hurt. So instead, I rest my head on top of hers.

"Just hold on for a little longer."

The engine turns on. Metal rumbles beneath me, and echoes all around me. I feel my heart skip a beat and force myself to keep breathing. I'm fine. I curl my fingers into a ball and dig my nails into my palm.

"Tobias?" whispers Tris.

"Hm?"

"Are you scared?"

"Of which part?" Her shoulders heave forwards as if she's going to laugh, but she can't get the sound out.

"This part. Of being... trapped in this truck." Images flash across my mind as if on a screen. I see clothing hanging up all around me as I am pressed into the corner of the closet. I see his belts, wrapped up and neatly tucked away. He actually wore those belts.

"I'm terrified," I say. The truck pulls forward, and Tris lets out a hiss. Her hand shoots to mine and squeezes hard. I need to hold myself together. I squeeze back.