AN: This chapter is dedicated to hkartist01, because she keeps begging me to update. And begging me again. And begging me some more.
We walk into a room, where Skylar stands waiting for us. "Sit down." she says. I sit in a chair in the middle of the room, and then out of nowhere, Im suddely nervous about this whole thing.
She said she didn't want to hurt me, I remind myself.
But she probably only wants me to think I'm on her side.
I notice Marcus in the corner, smiling with success. He finally beat a thirteen year old. Good for him.
"Joshua, leave." Skylar says.
"No, it's okay. He can stay here." I say.
Skylar looks at me, slightly surprised. "Okay. Fine. Joshua, you can stay, but I don't want to hear a word out of you. And don't touch any of the equitment."
She types something into the computer, then hands Marcus a syringe. He walks towards me. He tries to insert it into my neck, but I jump to my feet and take a step back. "What's that?" I ask.
"It doesn't matter. Sit down." he demands.
"Tell me what it is!"
He pulls out a gun."Sit down." I don't move. "Sit down!" he screams. Well someone has anger issues. I quickly obey. "Thank you." he says, his words hollow.
"When do I get my weapons back?" I ask.
"Never." he says to my dissapointment.
He gives me the serum, and my eyes slowly close.
A/N: Okay, so another short update, but I had to stop the story here, becaue my purpose as a writer is to 1) leave you wanting more of the story (hopefully I have succeeded at some point) and 2) mess with your feels even though none of you have given me permission to do so. (Have I accomplished that? I know I at least have with ThreeBraveRavens and hkartist01). So anyway, If any of you want a shoutout, or want me to read one of your stories, just ask!
You're all awesome, and I think you all deserve dauntless cake for staying with me throughout this crazy story.
~EnigmaticWriter_507
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