Divergent-Survive

Chapter 12

FOUR EATON'S POV

I hear Tris mumble prayers of my health as I slowly feel my life dissipating.

But as I struggle to keep my eyes open, Tris turns limp, and I see a man crouching in front of me, the same man who started this fight, his cigar is gone though.

He grins before hitting me in the head.

Then I black out.

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TRIS PRIOR'S POV

I wake up, tied up and laying on cold cement. I manage to sit up.

I glance at my surroundings. It's a stale grey room that stinks of...of blood. There's a high metal table a few feet from me, yet I can't see whats on it. Where am I? All I remember is that these people broke into our camp and attacked us, Uri got shot but hes probably fine. Four. My vision turns blurry again. What happened to him? Is he dead?

I snap out of my thoughts as I hear a door open behind me, I try to get up but I obviously struggle. I hear a woman's chuckle and panic flares through me. Loud footsteps thunder across the floor, sweat gathers on the nape of my neck. A lady wounded up in front of me, she has brown short hair and the light on the ceiling made her green eyes noticeable. She's young, probably in her 30's. A gun is latched onto her right hand, aiming at me.

She leans in and cut the ropes around my legs.I try to kick her but my legs are numb, did they drug me? Or i've been here so long that i'm numb? She grips my arm tightly, making me wince slightly. She seemed to like my pain and gripped harder. She stood me up and its as if I regained my strength. I stood perfectly normal. Before I can ponder, she pushes me in front of her, then I feel the gun placed on my back, ready to kill me any minute I get out of line.

"Walk." She demands, and pushes me again. I look at the door. I turn around swiftly but before I cam do anything, she slaps me hard and I fall back, stumbling. My cheek burning in this deep pain. The next thing I know, a knife is placed at my neck.

"Dawn!" I hear a man yell, the woman's face turns pale and she pulls away. I turn around and I see the same man who had a cigar in his mouth. Except this time, he had no cigar. "You can't kill her! You have dibs on the kid!" I try to ignore the words at the end.

"I'm so sorry sir," She states in a small withering voice. Certainly not like the one she used earlier.

"Sorry ain't gonna cut it Dawnie." He says in a cold voice. And in a second, Dawn gets shot in the head.I close my eyes as a deep ringing sound is in my ears and I cover them, his words repeat over and over in my head.

'Sorry ain't gonna cut it Dawnie'

Someone grips my arms and I open my eyes quickly, the ringing slowly faltering. Its the man, I thrash in his grip but then I hear him growl and a gun is on my temple, the cold metal making me shiver. I stop moving and stare right into his deadly eyes.

"You're going to stop moving or the baby and the guy is dead." He snarls. I listen to him by staying still but inside I zoned out. The guy...Four.

"He's alive?" I croak.

"Yes, we patched him up," He starts, "we like to kill people alive."

"You're insane." I whisper.

"Yup. We're all insane. You just haven't noticed your insanity yet." He grins. This man is truly crazy. This world can do that to you. "Now lets take you to your family." He adds before dragging me to somewhere unknown.