"Tobias Eaton."

Peter stands, his arms folded across his chest. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.

"Where's Tris?" I demand. Peter gives me a look of boredom and innocence.

"Tris? I heard they found her body this morning."

I feel my chest tighten and my stomach twists violently. I clench my hands into fists and take a deep breath. He's lying, I tell myself. He has to be.

"I may not be Candor, but I know a lie when I see one," I say.

Peter opens his mouth, lost for words. His eyes are wide with shock. "You're one of them, aren't you?" He asks me. His voice is quiet but I hear every word. I smile at him. I know what he means. He knows I'm Divergent.

"Are you sure you're not Erudite?" I ask, my tone slightly mocking. His eyes harden, and his brow is furrowed. I see him slowly reach for his gun; I reach for mine.

"I see we both have the same intentions," I say, my voice calm. I'm not afraid of death. If he kills me, so be it. But I'm taking him down with me.

"What are you waiting for?" He spits. His tone is venomous, lacking emotion. And that's when I realise. Maybe David was right. Peter is broken. Caleb is broken. Everyone in Chicago is broken. Excluding the Divergent. I slowly start to see reason. The faction system made Peter the way he is; a coward, who always picks the side which benefits him. The side that promises him his life.

I raise my gun. He raises his.

I pull the trigger. So does he.

I feel a stabbing pain in my chest. I hear Peter whimpering, then falling silent. I have better aim than him; I probably punctured a lung. I look down. My blue shirt is drenched with red. I can feel the flow of blood down my stomach. I remember Caleb's words from the past. A bullet to the chest is nearly always fatal.

Darkness overcomes my vision, and I splutter, blood dotting the floor beside me. I realise that I must have fell, but I don't remember. I can feel myself being slowly pulled into unconsciousness; the string's pull is stronger than ever. And that's when I realise that it's over. I'm done.

I feel my head hit the tiles and my world is swallowed into darkness.

I wake to the sound of beeping. I open my eyes, groggily, my vision still blurred with sleep. I see the blank, white ceiling above me, and the light hangs without a shade in the centre of the room. I sit up quickly, confusion causes my head to pound. For a moment, I feel dazed. I rub my eyes with the back of my hand, willing for my surroundings to change. I must be dreaming. Peter shot me. I'm dead.

Annoyance sweeps over me as my alarm continues to scream. I feel a sudden urge to throw it against the wall, but I stop myself. Laziness is considered self-serving; Abnegation teachings seem to never leave me.

I throw the sheet to the side and step out of bed. I walk to the bathroom, stopping in front of the mirror. I glance at my reflection in disbelief. How am I here? It's impossible.

I stifle a laugh at my stupidity. I hate that I sound like an Erudite, but I can't stop the thoughts from whirling in my head. It isn't logical. How can someone so broken have the ability to escape death?

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. The calendar shows me the date. It's the day of the Choosing Ceremony; the day where Tris chose to transfer to Dauntless. I don't have an explanation on how, but I embrace it. I have been given another chance to fix my mistakes. Maybe now everyone can be equal.

The crowd gathered by the net is bigger than ever. The Dauntless wait impatiently for the arrival of the initiates, talking excitedly among themselves.

I check my watch. The first initiate should be jumping any minute now. Lauren grabs my wrist and pulls me through the crowd.

When we reach the edge of the net, she turns on me, smirking. "Bet you the first jumper is one of my Dauntless-borns."

I smile. You're wrong, I think. If only you knew.

"Bet it's a Stiff," I say.

Lauren snorts. "Wanna bet?"

I laugh. "You're on. Loser has to run through the headquarters. Naked."

Lauren frowns at me. "That's what I was going to say," she says. "But ok, it's a bet."

I hear a scream from above, growing louder as it nears me. A grey streak tumbles through the air and collides with the net. I hear shocked whispers from behind me. Her grey attire shows her faction. Abnegation.

"I can't believe it," Lauren mutters from beside me. I try to hide my smirk.

Tris covers her face with her hands and laughs. I feel a strong desire to pull her into my arms and never let her go. But I can't.

I offer her my hand, and she takes it, smiling at me. I allow myself to return her smile, the corner of my mouth rises slightly. Her grey-blue eyes shine with excitement as I place my hands softly on her hips and lift her from the net. She stumbles when her feet meet the ground, but soon regains her balance. The blood rushes to her cheeks when she notices me staring at her. I quickly avert my eyes to the ground.

"What's your name?" I ask her.

"B...Be..." she stutters.

"Think about it, you don't get to pick again." I understand her insecurities. The Abnegation often have more religious, old-fashioned names. I abandoned mine in fear during my initiation. Nobody could know where I came from or who my father is. I left that in my past.

"Tris," she says, confident. I give her a small nod and turn to the now silent crowd of Dauntless behind me.

I jump as Lauren punches my arm. "Make the announcement, Four."

I clear my throat, the blood rushing to my cheeks. The Dauntless stand shoulder to shoulder, their eyes intense and demanding. "First jumper - Tris!"

The Dauntless cheer and clap their hands, all yearning to get a look at her. It's almost unheard of for an Abnegation to transfer to Dauntless; they are the most loyal to their faction. It would be veiwed as selfish to leave to satisfy their own needs, for whatever reason. Tris stands timidly behind me, her cheeks crimson. I have a strong desire to comfort her, to tell her it's going to be ok. Obviously she's nervous, she's from Abnegation. Dauntless is shockingly chaotic in comparison.

And then the next initiate drops into the net, her screams following her down. Christina. At first, I make no move to help her from the net. I remain still, my eyes on Tris.

This time I watch her more carefully. Her Abnegation clothes hang off her body and her silky hair is already beginning to fall from the bun. Her gray-blue eyes glisten with excitement and... fear?

I turn to walk away, and pause. Acting on instinct, I say, "Welcome to Dauntless."

The initiates wouldn't normally get welcomed to Dauntless so soon, especially with the new rules. Some won't make it to the end. But Tris is different; I know she makes the cut. I know we will be together. Now I just have to wait for the past to repeat itself, without my interferance.