Tris' POV

Marcus' crackly face is still plastered on the wall as he smirks. The corners of his eyes crinkle and his lips pull tight. He looks so friendly but menacing at the same time. "Who's going to go first then?" His voice crackles through the speakers once more before the room falls silent.

I can almost hear everyone's heart beats as they try to lurch out of their chests. The pounding beats that grow faster and faster as the tension grows thicker.

"No volunteers?" His voice teases. "Shame... That girl." He shrugs and his nose wrinkles up in disgust.

The projector turns off and three men burst through the door. They scan the room quickly before marching over to Christina. She clings to Will who has trapped her in a mangled cage of arms as the men march closer and closer.

Chris' eyes grow wide as the men reach out towards her and wrap large, gloved hands round her wrists. A high pitched wail escapes her lips as the men yank her from Will's grip with ease after knocking him unconscious with the heel of his boot.

They drag her - effortlessly - out of the room before the door slams closed behind them.

"Chris!" I scream and free myself from Tobias' grip and throw myself at the door. "Chrissy!" My fists pound at the door, hopelessly trying to escape and save my friend. "Christina!"

The skin splits on my knuckles due to the repetitive punches that are hammered at the dorm. But I continue. I continue to thrash and scream until strong arms wrap around from behind me and hold my hands in their own. "Tris..." Tobias croaks and strokes my neck with his nose. "...it wont work."

A flood of grief overwhelms me and I start to sob. "This is all my fault. He warned me... He warned me!" I am screaming at the top of my lungs as Tobias release me from his grip. "He warned me and I still returned! He warned me, Tobias! And I still came back... because I was selfish. He warned me!"

Every inch of my body is trembling as the screams continue to pour out my mouth... My conscience is flooding. "I was selfish, because I loved you! He warned me and I ignored!" Every single negative emotion is radiating off of me right now. I am mad, disappointed, sad, furious, scared, embarrassed and many other things right now.

He warned me.

He warned me.

He.

Warned.

Me.

The faces hide from me, all apart from Tobias. They can't bare to see such a wreck of a girl that is me. If I was them, I don't think I'd be able to watch either...

My eyes roll back into my skull before I crumple to the floor in a heap of limbs. I embrace this darkness... Because in darkness, there is nothing - and in nothing, there is peace.

For a small instant, everything fades, leaving you feeling weightless and thought-free.

My instant is broken by a ferocious shaking. Tobias' hands grip my shoulders and shake me back and forth, back and forth. My head flops lazily in synchronisation with the sways as my body is thrown forwards and backwards.

Nausea. I feel nauseous from the moment and lean over, just in time to puke my guts out, along with a lot of blood. The room spins once more before I face plant into my pool of vomit.

Tobias' POV

Tris? She is unresponsive, just flopping around before hurling everywhere. Her eyes glaze over before she slumps to the floor, landing in the pool of red puke.

I peel her off the floor and the left side of her face and hair is coated in a thin layer of the putrid mess.

"Tris? Tris, can you hear me?" I cup her face in my hands before wiping at the goop with my sleeve.

"Tris?!"

My teeth sink into my tongue as an attempt to banish tears.

She just flops, like a rag doll, completely limp.

"Someone help Will." I instruct as Zeke scoots over to me.

"Four? What's wrong with her?" He asks, his voice shaky as he helps me to clean off Tris' face.

"I... I don't know."

"We should lay her on her side, in case she pukes again..." He tries to sound confident whilst figuring out a solution be it doesn't work. "...has she - you know - puked blood before?"

"No, Zeke!" I shout, baffled by his question. "People don't just throw up blood everyday like it's a normal thing to do!" I am about to continue my rant but I am cut off by a loud groan, followed by a faint scream.

"Chris?!" Will exclaims as his semiconscious self rises from the floor.

The faint screams continue and Will begins to pound at the door. "Bring her back!" He demands - more like begs. "Bring her back right now!"

The projector flickers - illuminating the room - as Marcus' face reappeared on the wall. "Nope." He smirks and the screaming is heard louder, through the speakers. "She is my leverage."

The camera that is focused on his face spins and is now aimed at a young girl that has her hands held by metal shackles - attached to the wall - as the rest of her body hangs low. Christina.

"You will do as I say or poor Candor here will suffer the consequences. Isn't that right, Christina?" Marcus' voice sounds playful as he speaks.

Christina looks up and locks eyes with the camera as Will steps closer to the projection. "Yes." She states, her tone free of all emotion. She continues to stare into the camera for a few seconds before her voice breaks the rapid silence. "Don't pick Candor, he'll-" The words tumble from her mouth so fast that it is almost incomprehensible as her eyes grow wide with fear. But her warning is cut off by a blow to the head as her body hangs limp, only supported by the shackles round her wrists as she sways.

"Christina!" Will's voice echoes as he watches the projection.

"The game shall continue in five minutes." Marcus states chirps before the projector dies down once again.

I feel lightheaded as my body grows numb. I grab on tightly to Zeke's forearm before puking up my own blood and crashing into the floor by Tris' side.

The floor falls out from beneath me and I am floating. A numb tingle courses all over my skin as I lift a hand up to my face. The skin is silky soft and I can't feel the rough skin of my fingers that I have grown to expect. My fingers run down my face, tracing the contours of my nose and chin with ease as they continue to fall.

Fall.

Falling.

I'm falling.

My eyes fly open and watch as the ground grows closer and closer. The buildings of Chicago growing bigger and bigger.

Skyscrapers fly past me as I call into a concrete clearing. The ground inching nearer as time passes so fast.

The constant question runs through my mind 'Am I scared of heights or am I scared of falling?' Falling... I'm definitely scared of falling. I scared of waiting for that inevitable crack of bone as the life is sucked from you.

Falling...

Falling...

A/N

Hello you beautiful people! So... I decided that Marcus can just call it 'Candor or Dauntless' like everyone else (he doesn't deserve any smart ideas) BUT I am dedicating this chapter to the one, and only Tamberickle because I liked her idea the best (and her fanfic made me cry, READ IT!). But thank you dancerlilyannabb for your suggestion!

I like the dedication thing... It feels like I am personally thanking you for reading my fanfic. (I am still eternally grateful even if you don't get a dedication though) New game! Whoever votes and comments first, gets the next chapter dedicated to them! (please tell me if this is stupid and I won't do it)

And... breathe. I'm so excited to post the next chapter! I really hope that you will enjoy it because this is what I have been building up to with the whole 'Marcus Plot' thing. Expect, the unexpected...

As always, I don't own Divergent.

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