My first fanfic-I was thoroughly aggravated after reading the ending to Allegiant, and I decided to revise the previous version of this chapter. So please review and enjoy!

Chapter 1

Tris' POV:

Caleb looks at me from the microscope. He clears his throat and fixes his eyes on me intently.

"There were a lot of things we didn't know about each other, or our parents for that matter," he sighs. "I just wished we could have been honest with each other when we had the chance."

"It's not too late," I say, pulling up a chair. "How about play the game 'Candor', the one where each of us answers a question honestly?"

Caleb laughs. "Remember when I made you confess to stealing a book, and Mom made you apologize to the librarian?"

"Oh, that was the worst," I say, giving a light laugh. "That librarian was awful, and she never forgave me."

"Well, she absolutely adored me, for obvious reasons," he says, teasing. Then his eyes get serious and his voice gets quiet. He asks, "Have you really forgiven me, or are you just saying that you have because I'm about to die?"

I stare at my hands, which rest in my lap. Ever since what happened at Erudite headquarters, I have been making an effort to treat him like a decent human being – but I'm not exactly sure that's forgiveness. Maybe "forgiveness" is just waiting for time to dull the hurt, for the anger to fade to a distant ache.

"Yes I have, I think," I say. "Or at least I think I want to."

He looks somewhat relieved at that, but for some reason I feel even worse. Suddenly the itching thought I have been suppressing this whole time comes up. "Why are you doing this?" I ask. "What's the most important reason?"

"Beatrice…" Caleb says with a tight face. "I…I…"

He hesitating makes me think that his Erudite side is conjuring up some form of excuse, but when I look at him I only see Caleb, my brother.
He looks older, somber, and he replies, "I guess it's the only way I can forgive myself. For all the shame and guilt I feel for everything I've done."

Something inside me collapses and I feel a crushing weight in my chest. Everything I've been holding in, the anticipation, the tension, comes rushing out like water from a broken dam. I ache at what he just said because I've guessed it all along.

"Caleb…" I begin.

Suddenly a voice from the intercom booms out and signals the emergency alarm. Matthew bursts through the door like a wild animal, anxiety written all over his face.

"The alarm! The emergency lockdown, what was that all about?" I have to yell over the increasing pandemonium outside.

"It means we have to go to the Weapons Lab now before they increase the security, or it'll be impossible to get through, hurry!" Matthew says.

No, no not yet, please not after he just confessed. I look at Caleb, and he looks back, pure terror in his eyes. I cross to the table to collect our weapons while Caleb hurriedly puts on his protective suit. Tobias once told me that the Abnegation say that you should only let someone sacrifice themselves if it was the ultimate way to prove that they loved you…

But for Caleb, that's not what this is.

As we make our way down the hall, all I see is chaos. Thankfully the guards are too busy handling the rest of the people to notice that we are going the opposite way. Caleb shifts his backpack of explosives and clutches his protective mask tighter to his body as we weave through the crowd. Little by little the crowd thins out, and I feel the pressure building inside of me.

"Something must have happened to Cara," Matthew mutters. "The lights were supposed to be off a long time ago."

A split second later, Matthew fires his gun into the air, shattering the glass above, and creating a diversion so that Caleb and I can run. The commotion has caused disorder among the remaining people as they begin to scream and run in different directions.

"Stop!" a voice shouts from behind.

The guards. They've found us.

"Stop or we'll shoot!"

We skid to a halt. Caleb puts his hands in the air and I slowly do the same. My mind is racing – we must get to the Weapons Lab no matter what, but there is almost no chance that Caleb will make it. Even if he does get there, he won't survive the death serum…but there is a chance that I can.

"Caleb, give me your backpack," I say.

"No, Beatrice I can't let you do this," he says.

"On your knees NOW!" The guards have their guns raised.

I grab Caleb and force him onto his knees, my gun pointed at his head. I face the guards and shout, "You come any closer and I'll shoot him!"

I quickly turn back and whisper urgently to him, "Caleb…your backpack…now."

"Beatrice, no, you can't do this, I will not let you!" he says back, voice strained.

Tears start to well up in my eyes. "I love you Caleb," I say.

"I said get on your knees!" the guard screams, gun trained at my head.

"I love you too," he chokes out. "And I want you to know that I could never send you to your own execution. Please…forgive me." And then it happens.

Caleb reaches for his gun and fires at the guard who pointed her gun at me, distracting me enough to let go of him. I hear screams as the guards and Caleb exchange fires. I shoot at them, trying to buy as much time for Caleb to set off the explosives. My Dauntless training takes over, my breathing deepens and all I am focused on are the guards – my targets. I shoot to kill, reload, and shoot again and again. Mercilessly. Even when the bullet hits me in the arm, I don't flinch. The explosion is what brings me back to my senses. My ears ring as I see that the guards have retreated out of range of the death serum. I stumble back and forth like a wild animal, trying to grasp anything in the spinning world. My eyes land on Caleb, with his mask on, getting swallowed by the death fog.

"CALEB!" a deafening roar comes out of me. "NO!" I stagger toward him clutching my wounded arm. "Please…"

He turns around and our eyes lock for a second. I don't see an Erudite coward or anything evil. I see a brave soldier, the brother who held my hand when our mother was in the hospital, the one who always looked out for me. I think of all the good things he is: smart, observant, quiet and kind.

"I could never send you to your own execution," his ghostly voice echoes in my head.

I love him. He is a part of me, he always will be and I can't lose him. Right when I am about to enter within the death serum's range, he pulls out his gun…and fires his last bullet into my leg so that I can't…follow…him…

I have yet again revised the story, so now chapters 1 and 2 are combined. If you don't know what I'm talking about, please disregard and keep reading...