Tobias' POV

"Marlene!" Uriah spits cake everywhere as he shouts. "Candor or Dauntless?"

She just sits there, cake in hand, looking annoyed. To be honest, we all look annoyed - probably because our cake time was interrupted.

Marlene swallows her current mouth full of cake - unlike her boyfriend - before answering. "Can-" But her reply is cut short by the sound of Zeke's door being kicked in.

The room is so silent that you could hear a pin drop, everyone's breath hitched as they laid eyes on the man in the doorway.

"No!" Tris cried out, breaking the silence. I watched as she scurried to hide behind the couch. "Go away! What the hell do you want? Haven't you done enough? You said I could go, why are you here now? Please, I can't do that again?" Her screams turn into sobs and all I can do is listen.

My limbs turn to stone and any attempt at movement is failed. A knot forms in my stomach and I want to hurl. Her screams make my blood run cold and palms clammy.

"That one." The man casually gestures to Tris and two other men enter the room and walk over to the frail girl, cowering behind the couch. They pull her up off the floor by her arms and carry Tris, thrashing and screaming to the door.

We are all still sat here; watching her get kidnapped right in front of us.

"Tobias!" She screams, right as the men get her to the door. "Tobias, please, do something!"

Everyone is dropping like flies as small blue darts are shot around the room; first Zeke, then Christina, Al, Lynn, Peter, Marlene, Shauna, Will, Uriah and finally me. Two of the tiny tubes lodge into my calf and I grow numb, slouching to the floor, watching my Tris get dragged away once more.

"Get off me! Tobias! Get off! Get off! Let go of me! Marcus, please!" Tris continues to thrash around as the two men pull her over to where Marcus has made himself comfortable on one of the couches.

I can still see exactly what is happening... They kneel Tris down in front of him and continuously prod her with the blue darts.

A smile tugs at Marcus' lips as he watches in amusement. His eyes focus on Tris but he begins to address me. "It's such a shame, Tobias. Why did you have to pick such a nice girl? I almost fell bad for doing this to her now..." He rises up from his seat and walks across the room, over to me.

His leather, dress shoes are inches from my face when his crouches down, looking me in the eye. "You disgust me." He starts, spiting at the ground by me. "So selfish... You put the lives of people you love at danger, because you love them." He snarls before bursting into a fit of laughter.

"Look at you!" He exclaims between choked laughs. "You're pathetic! My own son has to watch the people he cares about in pain and can't do anything about it." With a flick of his wrist, Tris is thrown down beside me.

She buries her face into my neck and clings to my shirt. I want so desperately to comfort her right now but I am unable to move.

"Pity." Marcus coos whilst stroking Tris' hair. "Look how distraught she is right now. It's all your fault Tobias." He continues to caress her soft hair as she cries into me. "Hush, child. I truly am very sorry that you and your family got dragged into this ordeal, but do understand... It's nothing personal."

"Nothing personal?!" She snaps and unburies her head. The tears flow freely down her cheeks as she makes no attempt at hiding them. "You mean to tell me that killing four, innocent bystanders is nothing personal?" Her hands release my shirt and form tight fists at her sides. "I take that pretty personally!" Her usually soft voice sounds alien when filled with so much hatred. "You killed my entire family and Eric and you are trying to tell me that's not personal!" Her fists jerk forwards as she claws at Marcus' face.

Three slight cuts from Tris' nails are visible on his face... One on his eye, another on his cheekbone and the last stretches from his lip to chin.

"Apologise." Marcus states, completely unfazed.

"It's nothing personal." Tris sneers, crossing her arms defensively over her chest.

"You're right, it's not." Marcus nods, standing and turning to his minions. "Gather them all up... It's time for a game." The familiar whizzing sound of a belt, slicing through air is swiftly followed by leather on skin as Tris crumples down to the floor unconscious. "You never learn, do you?" He scoffs, chuckling to himself slightly. "Caring is dangerous... If you care for people then their lives can and will be used against you."

He pulls his leg back before his shoe connects with my face, causing my vision to go blurry. I swiftly follow Tris, through to the land of the unconsciousness.

Tris' POV

My jaw throbs with every pump of blood through my veins. What happened? My eyes open to be greeted by the sight of my friends all sat in a circle, tied to chairs. Oh, crap.

I recognise the room instantly... The dim lighting and damp smell. Marcus' favourite place to hold people captive apparently.

The monotonous thud of heels on the concrete floor echo off the walls as the devil himself enters the lair. "Ah! I see you're awake, Beatrice." He sings way too joyfully for my taste. "Sorry about your face... unfortunately since the skin didn't tear, the ointment is of no benefit to the bruising."

"I'll live with it." I scoff as he walks closer.

"Wakey, wakey!" He holds a button up to my face and as the read light turns green, my friends awaken with a startle.

Their faces look dazed and they squint, adjusting to the dim light. One of the chairs topple over and a grunt breaks the silence.

"Shit." A male mumbles - the one now lead on the floor. "What the hell is this piece of shit?" He grunts again as Marcus strolls over and yanks him back up to seating.

"Do you know who I am, boy?" His voice stern and cold.

"Some jerk that- oh wait... you're the guy from the choosing ceremony. I hate to say this but I don't think the Abnegation agree with holding people prisoner so if you wold kindly untie these ropes, we'll be on our way." Peter smirks whilst cocking his head slightly. His lips pull away to reveal a perfect grin as he stares Marcus down.

A low chuckle can be heard and we all share glances whilst Peter continues to have a staring competition with Marcus. The glaring continues for what feels like ages until Peter starts to talk again.
If he continues like this then he shall surely be dead soon.

"You're not very nice." He pouts sarcastically.

"I'm not Amity." Marcus retorts, pulling a gun out of his back pocket. 'Shut up Peter!' I scream in my head but unable to actually form words on my tongue.

"No you're not." Peter smirks. Stupid idiot. "But right now you aren't being a very good Stiff either..."

The clicking of the gun as a bullet loads catches everyone's breath as our eyes stare wildly at Peter who is now sat with a gun to his forehead, still smirking.

"Go ahead." Peter taunts. What are you doing? "I hate myself anyway." His statement is followed by a long silence as we wait for the bullet to be fired and a smack of flesh on concrete as Peter's corpse hits the floor... but it never comes.

"I knew you wouldn't kill me." The smirk is still plastered on his face. "I'm not the target here... Tris doesn't give a two shits about me and Four hates my guts - what would be the point? I'm just more blood on your hands."

A shaky breath escapes my lips as I sigh in relief but Marcus' head snaps round to face me as my lungs empty. The bang sounds and Peter slumps to the floor.

Christina has buried her head into her shoulder, trying to hide from the sight of Peter's corpse sat to her left and everyone else sits with their jaws hanging open.

"No!" I cry out and struggle against these restraints. "What is wrong with you, Marcus?! How can you do this to people?! Five lives!"

He just stares at me blankly, returning the gun to his pocket. "This one's on you, Beatrice." He proceeds to exit the small room, locking the door behind him.

My eyes glaze and everything happens in a blur... My thin wrists slip out of the ropes and I sprint across the circle to Peter.

There is nothing I can do for him. Bullet hole is dead centre on his forehead as it seeps blood, running into his eyes. I close them like I once did for Eric and scream into my fist.

Strong arms wrap around me, pulling me away from the corpse and into solid muscle. Not even his familiar scent is enough to calm me down this time. I scream and scream until my throat is tearing out of my neck and threatening to strangle me.

Panicked voices fill the room but the only one I focus on is Tobias'. He is not shouting or cussing, he is whispering, hushed words of reassurance into my ear and he holds me tighter.

A/N

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