A Sliver Of Light in The Night Sky

Chapter 14

"Will. Find a cow. Steal it's brain." Four says, and Will wordlessly turned to the door, snagging a pickle jar on his way out. "Christina. Find a mouse. Don't kill it." He said, and Christina flipped on her black leather jacket, grabbed a tupperware container, and exited a minute behind her boyfriend.

Tobias sat heside me.

"Now all we can do is wait." He said.

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Will returned before Christina, splattered in blood and carrying his pickle jar close; Four moved me off the bar to begin smashing the brain into what he said was cake batter.

Will went upstairs to borrow one of Caleb's shirts, since his was no longer blue, but a rusty color.

Christina came back with ruffled hair. Four glanced at the directions and looked to me.

"It says Tris has to kill it." He said.

"What?" Asked Christina.

"She's paralysed!" Will exclaimed.

"Yes, well. The only way she can break out of her paralytic spell, is by transphorming."

"Gieee." Came from my mouth. Four put the wiggling mouse in my palm, and I placed my fingers on its side. "Eyees."

Chris did this one, and I breathed deeply.

I thought about Four-not Tobias-and I thought about Peter and I thought about Melina, and claws shout from my hand, and into the rat, who sqealed.

After crushing its bones and opening my eyes, I was taken into the upstairs bathroom, which had the biggest (and most exsistent) tub.

Will grabbed my hand, and one of the kitchen knifes. When he met my eyes, he wasn't smiling. "We need blood." He said. "This is gonna hurt."

"Mmm." I said. He put the knife on my wrist-horizontal-and cut across, on side to the other. I didn't make a sound.

After dripping my blood into the liquified brains and dust of mouse bones, Chris dumped the concoction into the tub-which they filled to the top-and Four sat me up against Will and grabbed my hand. He dipped it in the tub, and I cried out.

He didn't stop; he mixed the shit with my hand, and it felt like acid against my skin.

"Okay." Four said, finally. "Now you have to get in it."

I made a half-growl of protest, but Four picked me up in his arms, and stood, nethertheless. "Don't you dare put me in there, Tobias Eaton!" I snarled. He smiled. Then, he dropped me. "HOLY FUCK!" Flew from my mouth, resulting in the shit getting in my mouth. "YOU'RE SUCH AN ASS!" I screamed, as the concoction ate my skin.

"How long?"

"Fifteen minutes."

I sobbed on air.

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"Is she trying to change?" Asked Chris.

"Yes," confirmed Will, right before I jumped out of the tub and onto Four's face.

Fucktard saw me coming and threw himself at the wall, shifting.

Dammit. I thought.

Four was laughing.

I huffed in defeat and went to shower off the gunk.