Shared Pain

Chapter Fourteen - Trust And Other Complications

Tris
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It was late when I finally started making my way back to the dorm room. After my simulation I had decided to take a walk, leading to me not seeing anyone until dinner.

Walking across the Chasm, I stopped and leaned on the rail as the cold spray dampened my face.

The peace that I felt at this moment was something I would sell my soul to keep. Strange to think I got such a wonderful feeling from being in such a dangerous place. Kind of ironic almost.

After what felt like only minutes, I started to head back, but before I could even take two steps someone pinned my arms behind my back and clamped a firm hand over my mouth.

I did everything in my power to get away, but the person holding me hostage was very strong, not to mention the fact that there was two more people with black ski masks over their heads.

Next thing I knew, I was hanging over the side of the Chasm. And the only thing keeping me from falling to my death was one of the people in a ski mask.

I squeezed my eyes shut and couldn't help but let my thoughts get the best of me.

Was I really going to die here? Was I really going to die this way?

It was sad. Going out on someone else's accord and not your own. I would leave no legacy or amazing memories. It wasn't a brave way to go, and I hated it.

I was beginning to accept that I was lying over my death bed when I was yanked forward onto the Chasm bridge.

I slowly sat up, and the sight I saw right then and there, was one that I would remember till the day I died.

Four was fighting off the three unknowns, but that wasn't the part that made the moment memorable. It was when Four ripped the mask off the biggest of the three that my heart almost stopped.

The one that was pinning my arms behind my back, the one that made sure I wouldn't scream, and worst of all held me over the Chasm, was none other than my trusted friend Al.

Time felt as if it was in slow motion. His mask hit the floor and we locked eyes for that one short second before he and one of the others ran off, bailing on the last attacker.

The kid was in rough shape. His arm looked like it was probably broken as well as his nose, and the poor kids face was so bruised and gashed that I could barely recognize him, but I did.

Drew.

Knowing that he was one of the three, only meant that the last one and the only one that was still left to identify, was most likely the devil himself. Peter.

"Tris, are you okay?" Four asked and I nodded in response.

"We'll drop him off at the infirmary and then I want to show you something." He said, letting the barely conscious Drew use him as a crutch.
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Four
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It was too late to back out now. The ball was rolling and I couldn't really help that.

In all honesty, I wasn't planning on running into Tris, let alone bringing her to the simulation room with me, but here we were, standing right outside the door.

"What Faction are you from, Four?" Tris asked out of the blue.

"Let's see if you can figure that out." I said, and her nose wrinkled up in confusion.

"What's your real name?"

"Try and figure that out too."

We walked into the simulation room and I prepared the serum and the computer to go inside my fear landscape.