Tobias

I faintly hear a gun go off in the direction that Caleb and Tris went. The direction of the vestibule where Caleb would go to shut off the memory serum. It sounds almost as if it were in the vestibule. But then I see Caleb running towards me. He should be in the vestibule where I heard the gun. Why isn't he there? And why isn't Tris with him?

I freeze as everything connects in my mind. Caleb isn't where the gun went off. Tris isn't with him. She was with him before. Tris is in the vestibule. As the thought finally works its way into my brain and sinks in, I start running towards the vestibule. I don't care what happens to me. The death serum doesn't matter. I have to help Tris.

As the death serum hits me, I stumble and fall. Black spots fill my vision, and my lungs can't seem to work. But I think of Tris. I have to help her. I pull myself up and keep moving. I finally get to where Tris is. She is lying on the floor, a pool of blood starting to form around her. And then I see David with his gun still pointed at Tris' body. Rage fills me. Without thinking, I whip the knife out of my belt and throw it at him. He looks at me, shocked, as the light slowly starts to fade from his eyes.

"How could you…" he starts to mumble, seemingly almost unaware of the fact that he has a knife stuck in his chest and the fact that he is dying.

I ignore the awful man and turn to Tris. The pool of blood has gotten bigger. I quickly kneel and pick her up, causing her to groan in pain.

"You're fine. I'll take care of you," I try to sooth her, but I'm not even sure that she's completely aware that I'm here.

She's loosing blood fast, so I turn and start to run. I have to find somebody to help Tris. I can't loose her, not after everything that happened to us.

"Help!" I shout, and I hear people running towards me.

Tris

I lie on the floor of the vestibule, barely conscious. I hope I shut off the memory serum. I hope that Tobias will be fine without me. I hope David will be taken care of. I hope so many things. If only I could just say goodbye to Tobias. Then I hear a thud.

"How could you…" I barely hear David mumble. What could he be talking about? Who's footsteps did I hear?

I hear somebody turning and walking towards me. Why? Do they think I'm dead? Then they pick me up in their arms. I groan and nearly loose consciouness. The pain of the bullet wounds as the stranger picks me up is almost unbearable.

"You're fine. I'll take care of you," a man's voice says.

I can barely make out the words. I'm not sure if I'm really hearing the person correctly, or if I even heard them at all. Why would they want to take care of me. And I'm obviously not fine. Then they turn and I am shaken as they run. Where are we going? Why are they taking me.

The last thing I hear before I black out isn't even my own thoughts. It's the man shouting for help and more people running towards us.

A/N

I'm sorry this chapter is a little short. I'm going to try to make them a little longer in the future. I also may add to this one. Anyways... I hope you liked this and you continue reading! I'll try to update as often as possible. Thank you, random people!

~DivergentDauntless4T