Soli Deo gloria

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Divergent or The Host. Now, this is a really big (MY 100TH ONE. KIND OF. Three were taken down BUT AT THE MOMENT IT'S 1OO) story that I've been working on for almost two months. It's FULLY COMPLETED, so I can post a chapter at any time.

This came along as follows: there's the usual fandoms crossing over with other fandoms: "What if outside the fence [of Divergent], it's the Hunger Games?" *GASPS* *FREAKS OUT* but I thought, what if outside the fence, it was the Soul world? He he he he. :)

~ Tris's point of view for entire story ~

The yells around me are loud. Harsh. Accusatory. Worried. Angry. Someone starts to cry. The Erudite and Dauntless and Amity don't dare move around. The factionless have guns, but that doesn't stop them from crying out, wondering what happened.

I don't say a word. I am too stunned to say anything. Tobias beside me, one of his long hands set around my waist, doesn't say a word. He looks around the room instead. His drawn face looks thoughtful, and set and stern. He's thinking about something.

I have no idea who this Amanda Ritter, or Edith Prior, I suppose she wanted to be called, is. My parents had never told me of my grandparents. My father was from Erudite. My mother was from Dauntless. That means that Edith Prior was probably from one of those factions.

Or maybe she had been among the factionless. But if she was such an important person (making this video to give us crucial, important information proves this), she was probably one of their leaders. At least in one of the factions.

I look up, startled, when a shot rings through the air. We all look to the center of the room. Evelyn stands on a table. A gun is in her hand, pointed towards the ceiling. Plaster rains slowly down on her from the bullet hole.

"Everyone remain quiet," she says. She looks to Tori, who holds onto her injured leg. "You. Get the rest of your Dauntless leaders. We're going upstairs. Hurry up."

I instantly wonder what she's going to do, but no one will tell me. No point in asking her. Harrison stands forward. Tori sighs.

Tobias turns around to me, putting his hand against my cheek. He looks resolute, but I can see worry in his eyes. "I'll be back in a bit," he says quietly. He gives me a quick kiss on the lips and then lets me go. I feel the ghost of his lips against mine as he follows the other Dauntless leaders and Evelyn, who takes a couple of the factionless with her so she won't be overpowered.

They disappear up the stairs. Everyone else looks at one another. Therese looks around and turns to me, saying, though not to me, "Greg, Danny. Guard her."

I'm now a war criminal, though, as Tobias has told me, I have done nothing worth being tried for. I try to protest, but Therese cocks her gun and glares at me. She does not want me to resist. Her gun gives me that answer.

Everyone sits still. Except Christina. She stubbornly stands up, despite her leg injury, and starts to walk over to me.

"Hey!" Therese says, pointing the gun at her. My heart leaps into my throat. "Sit back down."

"Am I not allowed to talk to my best friend?" Christina says defiantly, raising an eyebrow.

"If you're going to discuss escape tactics, yes," Therese says.

"How about inquiring about her injury? She was shot a few weeks ago," Christina says. "It still bothers her."

Christina won't lie. She's got that honesty from Candor installed into her bones.

"She's from Candor. She's honest. She's telling the truth," I say. I don't know if her being from Candor is going to calm Therese, who doesn't like the factions at all. Still, she knows the attributes of an ex-Candor faction member, and she doesn't care about faction before blood. She cares more about no factions and possibly some blood, if it makes the factions cooperate with Evelyn's plan.

Therese, while still not looking happy, relents. Christina takes a seat next to me, and we stare at the blank screens where the video had been broadcasted. The images are gone now. I'm glad. Despite all the blood I've seen, from Edward's eye to my mother getting blasted in front of my eyes to Eric getting a shot to the head fired by Tobias, it disturbs me. How there was killing like that without just cause. It's sickening.

"How's your arm?" Christina asks.

"Fine. How's your leg?" I say. I need to distract myself and my mind from wandering up the stairs where Tobias is, with only Harrison and a wounded Tori to keep him from the hands of the factionless. Still, he's as protected as Christina, Caleb and I are. I see Caleb across the room, on the other side near the door. He looks nervous, sweat on his forehead. The video must have scared him. It should.

Christina shifts next to me, touching her bandage with her hand limply. "You know, despite their killing and superior air, the Erudite are smart. They bandaged it all right. The doctor said it should be fine. Unless she lied."

I smile. "Not everyone can be Candor."

"Not even you," she says, her voice quiet.

A still silence falls over the room. All of us, even the factionless, wait for the leaders to come back down the stairs. The guards around the doors shift uneasily. Several people leaning against the wall slump to the floor. Uriah hiccups as a sheet is provided to cover Lynn's body. Cara looks around the floor, muttering something under her breath.

I wipe my sweaty hands against my pants. It's warm in here, with all the bodies.

An hour must pass. Then there's incoming footsteps. A dozen or so of them. We all look toward the stairs. My heart pounds as I hurriedly search for a look, a glimpse, of Tobias.

His chrome-touched sneakers are the first I see. His body comes into sight within a second, his face expressionless, his hands in fists.

Behind him comes the rest of the leaders. Tori looks angry. Evelyn looks calm and cool as she addresses the populace once she's in the middle of the room again. "Tomorrow, we will have a mass burial. A bonfire."

A sob catches in Uriah's throat. My mouth feels dry. My tongue is papery. I rub it against my teeth and accidentally bite it. More pain fills me.

Evelyn ignores the groans. "Then, myself and several of the factionless are taking cars and heading out to the fence. The rest of the factionless will stay here and guard the traitors, who is everyone who was not an original factionless member." Her eyes catch mine. Cold. Not as cold as Marcus's, though. "Once an assessment of beyond the fence is established, we'll go in groups beyond it. Punishment will be dealt. All will attend the funeral. The war criminals will be guarded."

Me. Does that mean Tobias? Surely not her own son. But then Evelyn was never a very maternal mother to him. Still, he wasn't a criminal. That means I'll be always guarded. Like in the Erudite room I had.

I shiver.

Her steady gaze calms down the murmurs of agreement and protest. "In the meantime, Therese, send people to the supply closets." Evelyn's eyes take in the entire foyer. "We're going to use this as a bedroom."

It's to my surprise when Tobias steps over to Zeke when Evelyn calls for everyone to start moving about. I watch him as he whispers something in Zeke's ear, making him nod.

Blankets are found and handed out. A guard comes to me and Christina, who stares back resolutely, her eyes showing no fear.

"You're coming with me," the guard, a man with long hair in a ponytail and a pistol in his hand, says.

"No, she's not." Tobias comes up behind him. He doesn't look at me as the guard stares at him. Tobias says, his voice steady, almost reminding me of Four, "Evelyn says she can stay with me. There's enough guards around here to keep us both in line."

The guard sniffs, but agrees when behind Tobias Evelyn gives him a nod. I guess being an Eaton does have its advantages.

The night is young but dark, and everyone just wants to fall asleep. I do, anyway. To fall asleep and pretend that all this is a nightmare, that there never was a video, Lynn never died, Marlene never died, my parents never died. That I'm back in the Dauntless compound with Tobias and there's no war going on.

Tobias gets blankets and picks a spot near one of the floor length windows. He pats the floor next to him. I drop on my knees, and he reaches a hand out and holds me to him, saying, "Let's just try to get some sleep, okay?"

I gulp. "Okay."

We lay next to each other, the two blankets twisted and tangled over us. My small back fits against the curve of his stomach, our legs stacked on top of each other. I can hear his breathing, not quite normal and smooth, near my ear. The lights go out. After a moment, I can feel his hand threading through my short blonde hair. Nobody can see us now.

"We'll figure this out," he whispers.

"What do you think is beyond the fence?" I say as quietly as I can.

"I don't know." A moment passes. "Maybe there'll be the destruction like on that video. Maybe the world's changed for the better. We can hope, right?"

I highly doubt it will have changed. It may have, but how can a world that went down so low, that had fallen so far, change? And yet our factions are now divided and broken, with blood and death and murder. How are we different from them?

At the moment, I don't know which one of the two worlds I should want to live in.

The tender touch brushing against my neck tells me the answer. The one with Tobias in it.

I wake up in the middle of the night. I feel cold. Tobias isn't next to me. I turn and paw the ground, trying to find him. I fill with fear as I look out over the lobby, trying to locate him. I see his form in a rectangle of white moonlight. He's talking to Zeke.

Instantly I want to know what he's talking with him about. I get my answer soon enough when Tobias glances over to our sleeping area and sees me sitting up. He turns back to Zeke for a second, then comes over to me.

"What are you two talking about?" I say. I don't want him conspiring without me.

He lays down to face me now, our faces inches apart. After today and especially after the past few weeks, I don't want him lying to me anymore, or withholding information from me. I want him to trust me.

"You should know, I was going to tell you. I just had to set the wheels in motion first," he says, his voice low.

"We're getting out," I say.

"Yes. But they've hidden the cars. We need them to get out. Tomorrow Dauntless and Abnegation are going to break out and fight against the factionless."

"They're defenseless," I say quickly.

Tobias smiles. "Being quick and Dauntless helps us, Tris."

"And the cars," I say.

"We're escaping. Out of the city. Away from them where they'll lock us away or kill us for not joining them," he whispers. "Away from the factions."

"Into the wild?" I say. My hand lays against the cold floor. I concentrate on the cold instead of the horrors of the images in my mind. It reminds me of the days after going through my fearscape, when I had to hide the terrifying things of my mind that I got from the effects of the serum.

His face crinkles slightly. His smile looks teasing and reassuring at the same time.

"It's that or here, isn't it?" he says. "So, just be alert when we do the funeral tomorrow. I'll make the first move and come for you. You listen to what I tell you to do, and actually do it, okay?"

I have the tendency to do the exact opposite of what he wants me to do. Still, I nod. He nods as well and says, brushing a bit of hair out of my face, "In the meantime, get some sleep. There's going to be a lot of running tomorrow."

I know there is not Host in here yet, BUT THERE WILL BE, I SOLEMNLY SWEAR. AND WONDERFUL, FEELING FOURTRIS FLUFF, TOO. D'AWWWW. Thanks for reading, y'all! God bless you!