Right? --A Fourtris/Tris Pedrad Story

Chapter 21

Recap: Then someone grabs me from behind...

I start to scream, but a hand claps over my mouth. It smells like soap and it's big enough to cover the lower half of my face. I thrash, but the arms holding me are too strong, and I bite down on one of the fingers.
"Ow!" A tough voice cries.
"Shut up and keep her mouth covered." That voice is higher than the average male's and clearer. Peter.

A strip of dark cloth covers my eyes, and a new pair ties it at the back of my head. I struggle to breathe. There are at least two hands on my arms, dragging me forward, and one on my back, shoving me in the same direction, and one on my mouth, keeping my screams in. Three people. My chest hurts. I can't resist three people on my own. Not to mention without the function of my dominant arm.

"Wonder what it sounds like when a dauntless begs for mercy, " Peter says with a chuckle. "Hurry up."

I try to focus on the hand on my mouth. There must be something distinct about it that will make him easier to identify. His identity is a problem I can solve. I need to solve a problem right now or I will panic.

The palm is sweaty and soft. I clench my teeth and breathe in through my nose. The soap smell is familiar. Lemongrass and sage. The same smell that surrounds one of the transfers. Al. A weight drops in my stomach. I helped him.

I hear the crash of water against rocks. We are near the chasm-we must be above t, given the volume of the sound. I press my lips together to keep from screaming. If we are above the chasm, I know what they intend to do to me.

"Lift her up, c'mon."
I thrash, and their rough skin grates against mine, but I know its useless. I scream too, knowing that no one can hear me here.
I will survive until tomorrow. I will.

The hands push me around and up and I slam my spine into something hard and cold. Judging by its width and curvature, it is a metal railing. It is the metal railing, the one that overlooks the chasm. My breath wheeze and mist touches the back of my neck. The hands force my back to arch over the railing. My feet leave the ground, and my attackers are the only thing keeping me from falling into the water.

A heavy hand gropes along my chest. "You sure your sixteen, blondie? Doesn't feel like your 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.

Al's hand slips from my mouth. "Stop that, " he snaps. I recognize his low, distant voice.
When Al lets go of me, I thrash again and slip down to the ground. This time, I bite down as hard as I can on the first arm I find. I hear a scream and clench my jaw harder, tasting blood. Something strikes my face. White heat races through my head. It would have been pain if adrenaline wasn't coursing through me like acid.

The boy wrenches his trapped arm away from me and throws me to the ground. I bang my left elbow against stone and my hand to the back of my head to remove the blindfold. A foot drives into my side, forcing the air from my lungs. I gasp and cough and claw at the back of my head. So.eone grabs a handful of my hair and slams my head against something hard. A scream of pain bursts from my mouth, and I feel dizzy.

Clumsily, I fumble along the side of my head to find the edge of the blindfold. I drag my heavy hand up, taking the blindfold with it, and blink. The scene before me is sideways and bobs up and down. I see someone running towards us and someone running away, someone large. Al. I grab the railing next to me and haul myself to my feet.

Peter wraps a hand around my throat and lifts me up, his thumb wedged under my chin. His hair, which is usually shiny and smooth, is tousled and sticks to his forehead. His pale face is contorted and his teeth are gritted, and he holds me over the chasm as spots appear on the edges of my vision, crossing around his face, green, and pink, and blue. He says nothing. I try to kick him, but my legs are too short. My lungs scream for air.
I hear a shout, and he releases me