TOBIAS POV

I immediately jump up. "Who?" I ask urgently.

"Eric, but.... He's with somebody. I can't tell who that somebody is though," Tris whispers, turning to me with a frantic expression.

"Okay, okay, okay uhh....." I whisper, trying to think of a plan. "Go lock yourself in the bathroom and hide in the towel closet. You're small enough to fit and they would never look there," I whisper to Tris and she reluctantly goes after a moment.

After I hear the door click and a cabinet door close quietly I begin my skit. "Who is it?" I yell in a girly voice.

"Housekeeping!" Eric yells with a terrible accent.

"We don't need housekeeping right now! Thanks anyway!" I respond on a high pitched voice.

"I think we should clean your room! Very, very messy," Eric yells through the door practically giving up on the accent.

"We are very busy right now. Maybe later!" I call out and that's when the commotion starts.

The door blasts inward and Eric stomps in with the hooded figure behind him. An evil smirk plays on his lips when he sees me.

"I hope you pay for that because I am definitely not," I say, motioning to the door, hanging off of its hinges.

"Alright, Number Boy. Where is she?" Eric growls.

"Who is that?" I respond back with a smirk, jerking my head to the hooded figures who has not yet looked up at me.

"You know Number Boy, you may have charm.... but you are definitely not smart. We gave you the opportunity to hand her over and nobody gets hurt, but you simply refused. And you will now pay," Eric sneers, cracking his knuckles.

I roll my eyes at his arrogant attitude. I can beat him any day. Eric begins to advance on me and I clench my hands into fists. Just as he goes in for the punch, the gang runs in through the door, yelling at the top of their lungs.

Eric stops for a moment, caught off guard but swings at me, missing completely. I punch him square in the face and Christina, Will, Uriah, and Marlene grab him and hold on to him while the rest of the gang tackles the hooded figure to the ground.

Zeke rips off his hood and I can't believe what is facing me.

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TRIS POV

I hear shouts and thumps coming from the main room and I resist the urge to run out there. Why is Eric here? Why can't he leave me alone? And who is the hooded figure with him?

I don't hear any more yelling so I quickly decide that it is safe to come out. I quietly exit the closet and unlock the door, exiting the bathroom. Everyone turns to me with wide, shocked, scared eyes and I glance around. Half of the gang is holding onto a struggling Eric, while the other half is holding on to---

No.

My breath hitches in my throat and I begin to have difficulty breathing. He shouldn't be here. He can't be here. He's dead. He died in Hawaii. Marcus is staring back at me, his eyes as cold as they were the last time I saw him. He flashes me an evil grin and begins to fight off everyone who is holding on to him.

I stand, paralyzed in fear unable to move. The gang won't be able to keep Marcus at bay. It's not possible.

Marcus quickly fights off everyone holding him, the anger getting to him. He grabs something out of his pocket and before I even get the chance to yell out a warning he begins to spray it in everyone's faces.

Tobias quickly plugs his nose and runs to me, grabbing my hand and pulling me. But I am motionless. I can't take my eyes off the man who should be dead. Tobias quickly gets to my eye level, peering into my eyes, trying to break me out of the trance that I am in. He's yelling my name, but it's like I am underwater.

Suddenly, his attention gets diverted towards Eric. Eric has the same spray that Marcus has and it spraying everyone's faces. I watch as Christina and Uriah instantaneously drop, passing out, Will and Marlene following moments later.

They're using knock out spray. They're abducting us. Panic rises in my chest and I look around the room. The entire gang is collapsed on the floor and Eric and Marcus are running at us with gas masks now on their face. Marcus roughly pushes Tobias out of the way and grabs me with an iron grip. I scream in horror, trying to get away from him. He sprays the knockout gas in my face and instantly I feel my body go limp. My muscles grow weak and my heart rate slows down. I fall to the floor, my eyes closing. Then, my brain shuts down, completely powerless in this situation.

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I blink my eyes open and try to focus on something near me, so my vision will clear. I hear sighs of relief around me and I now know why. The gang is sitting in a large circle, chained by their hands and ankles to the wall.

I frantically look down at myself and realize that I too, am chained to the wall. Panic bubbles in my chest and I try to break the metal chains off of me, which is quite unrealistic.

"Tris, it'll be okay, alright? Stop pulling though. You're going to hurt yourself," I hear Tobias whisper and I look for him in the cell. He's all the way across from me, the farthest possible distance. Marcus must have made sure we were apart. I scoot back to lean against the rock wall and close my eyes, trying to resist the urge to cry.

I take a deep breath and look around once again. Christina is to the right side of me with Marlene, Zeke, and Peter following. Tobias is then in the middle and next to him is Uriah, Lynn, Will, and Shauna is next to me. We are basically in a large circle. Everyone looks desperate and angry. They shouldn't have to be dragged into this situation. This is all my fault.

"How long have we been here?" I ask, hoarsely.

"About a day," Will replies and I groan. Our flight is probably going to take off without us tomorrow. We need to do something and fast.

Suddenly, we hear footsteps approaching and everyone stares at one another, wide-eyed. What are they going to do to us?

The door unlocks and Marcus steps through with a happy grin on his face. "I'm glad that you all are awake on such a beautiful evening. Now, what should we do first?" He ponders, tapping his finger on his chin.

His eyes rest on me and he sends me a wicked grin. He slowly approaches me and unlocks my cuffs, pulling me with him towards the door.

"Say bye to your friends!" He says cheerfully, locking up the prison door again while still squeezing my arm tighter and tighter, the longer I go without listening to him.

"Bye guys," I whisper and I hear everyone's yells and pleads, but Marcus just laughs and drags me down the dusty hallways of whatever this place is.

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