A Sliver Of Light in The Night Sky

Chapter 9

One of the days-still in the Erudite labs-in my little room, on a Tuesday-they were slow days, maybe some blood drawn or or something, but other than that, just anxiety attacks, panic attacks, and boredom, which led to more panic attacks.

Awesome, those days.

Anyway.

So, I had been resting in my corner, across from the door, when it opened. I tensed, but it wasn't an unscheduled visit from Marcus, or another test from Jeanine, or a torture session from Melina.

It was a guy-not Tobias-with black hair, and green eyes, and a wicked smile on his face. Peter.

"Hello, Trissy." He said. "I heard you've missed me." At his voice, I cringed into the wall. "Oh, and I thought you might have made cake . . . too bad." He said. "C'mere." He commanded, gesturing to himself. When I didn't move, his shoulders went up, and his face twisted. "I said, come here, Stiff!" He snarled, and dove for me, grabbing the back of my neck.

I saw a glimpse of the hallway before the door slammed shut, but the coffee-skinned guard was nowhere to be seen. Odd, I was thinking, but Peter pressed his face to mine, jerking me out of my thoughts.

Why does everybody want to rape me?!

I made a sound of protest, and tried to push him away; couldn't, he was like a boulder pressing me into the wall. I fumbled around, shifting, and tried not to throw up when he shoved his tongue down my throat. His hands went to the hem of my sweater, and I my knee automatically went to his balls; he growled, falling on his ass from his kneel in front of me.

I stared at him brokenly. I'd learned it from Christina, who learned it from her little sister; it made you look crazy, made people scared of you, when accompanied with slack facial features, a slight tilt of th head, and parted lips.

Easy.

Peter wasn't scared, though; he lunged at me again, caught at my leg, and gripped, hard; the scent of my burning flesh filled the room, and I let out an animalistic scream.

"Get the fuck OFF OF ME!" I screeched, sounding like a mental patient. Before he can try himself, I grab his wrist and fling it at his face. "You kidnap me," I scream at him, the room, the cameras. "You TORTURE ME, and you rape me!" I kick Peter in the ribs for every word. "YOU WANTED TO BREAK ME?!" I yelled, and my next kick sent Peter across the room. I jumped up, and grabbed the camera off the wall with Wolfblood-esc strength. "You have." I hissed into it, then smashed it into the wall until its pieces littered the tiles.

Then, I let myself out the door: someone had stuck a bobby pin in it, keeping it open. I slammed the door shut, listening for the click of the lock, and looked around for the guard; he was nowhere to be found. I raced down the hallway-to the right, that was where I went to kill the kids-and let out all my breath instictfully when someone grabbed my arm and slammed me into the wall. A shadow moved in front of me, and the other pressed to my side, the first one. My hands worked the stupid bow out of my hair, to wrap around someone's neck, but a familiar voice stopped me.

"Are you okay?" Tobias asked, next to me.

"I'm not bleeding." I mumble.

"Well, that's always good," whispers the guy in front of me, and I reciognize him as the guard.

"Who the Hell are you?" I asked dimly. He turned.

"Well, Tris, always appreciative-"

"Zeke!" I whisper-yelled, and threw my arms around him. "Wait," I said, pulling back. "What the Hell were you doing standing outside my cell and not letting me out?!"

"Oh. That." Zeke said.

"Yeah, oh-" I cut myself off, melding into the shadows. Zeke turned around.

Melina was walkin to my room. She turned the corner.

"Why aren't your eyes yellow?" Tobias whispered.

"They gave me some anti-transformation shit." I whispered back.

"Why?" He asked.

"Are you stupid?!" I whisper-yelled. "Do I really have to explain this to you?!"

"Shut up," Tobias mumbled.

"You shut up! Why the Hell are we in a hallway?!"

"Tris, shut your fucking mouth." He said.

Shock blanked my mind. He sounded like Four.

"Dude." Said Zeke.

You shouldn't have said that.

A scream sounded from my room. "WHERE IS MY PLAYTHING?!" Melina screeched.

I smoothed my daisy-printed Melina-given skirt and pulled down the hem of my sweater.

Then, I pushed free of the boys, crossed the hall, and put one hand on the wall.

My fingers-sprouting claws-dug forrows into the wall. Change, dammit.

My eyes turned yellow.

"Tris!" Exclaimed Zeke.

"BEATRICE!" Yelled Melina.

My head snapped up. My hair stirred around my shoulders with the sharp movement, and my upper lip pulled off of my teeth in a snarl.

"Oh, please," Melina said. "You wouldn't actually-" My fist made contact with her jaw. The force rocketed her into the wall, where I grabbed the side of her neck, and threw her at the ground. I then kicked her in the ribs multiple times.

"Yeah." I growled. "I wouldn't."