A/N: Thank you so much for the follows. Enjoy!
Disclaimer- Veronica Roth owns all the rights to the Divergent Trilogy
"Tris." Tobias gently pulls me out of my seat and points across the room.
"What's going on?" I ask. The room is too big, and there is too much commotion to figure out what just happened.
"Tris." Tobias repeats, but this time he points down. I'm not tall enough to see what he's pointing at, but I see a large group of people surrounding something on the ground, about three tables away from us.
"Tobias! I can't see it! What is it?" I hiss.
"It's Eric. Someone shot Eric." He says. I can already feel him putting up his shield and not showing any emotion.
"God, who was it?" I snap.
"Umm, I don't know." Tobias says, not noticing the sharp edge in my voice. He appears to be too shocked to function properly.
"God!" I mutter as I push past him and make my way to the growing crowd.
As news spreads like wildfire through the cafeteria about who was shot, people begin to yell out questions. "Is he all right?" A man to my left hollers. A very threatening looking woman to my left shouts, "Eric? Are you sure?" Other people stream out of the dining hall, wanting nothing to do with it.
I shove and push people in constantly growing circle surrounding Eric, until I'm at the front. Eric sits in a pool of his own crimson blood, his face, for the first time, going slack, making him look a great deal less threatening. A woman who I've never seen before leans next to him, putting her cheek down to his chest, but being careful not to touch the bullet wound in his stomach. "He's alive!" She finally announces. I can't help but feel a pang of sadness in his survival, but regret it immediately.
"Who did it?" I echo the question of someone further behind me.
"One of the initiates. Big kid. They were yelling and fighting, and he pulled a gun on him. He ran away as soon as he did it." A man offers up.
"Peter." I mutter to myself, just as a nurse pushes in through the crowd, a stretcher tucked under her arm.
"Come on! Help me!" She yells at the men standing around her. The men lift Eric onto the stretcher, and I hear a small moan escape his white lips.
"Now, hurry up and help me get him to the infirmary!" The nurse commands. She is not the kind of woman you want to mess with.
Max materializes in front of the crowd, which now consists of everyone left in the dining hall. "Go. We will deal with this. Leave now!" He commands, pushing on our backs and ushering us to the door. Someone's hand slips into mine, and I look up to see Tobias smiling at me.
"It's okay." He whispers and squeezes my hand, just as we step into the Pit.
As we weave through the crowd, I hear someone calling Tobias from behind us.
"Four."
"Yes, Max?" Tobias says, raising his eyebrows as he turns to see what Max wants.
"We're going looking for Peter. You were his instructor, and you're going to help." Max commands. It is not a request to help; it is an order.
Without Tobias, and no job to go to, I don't know where to go. I can't go talk to Christina, or any of the other new Dauntless, because their probably all in the dorm, and I don't want to be anywhere near Christina.
Finally, I decide that I might as well use this time to get some new clothes. As I step into the clothing store I notice a black dress in the corner of the room, on a mannequin. It's a scoop neck that comes off the shoulder, which would reveal my tattoos, and a little of whatever cleavage I have. It's knee length, but doesn't cling to the mannequin in a revealing way.
When I try it on, I realize that it has a keyhole in the back, which I couldn't see before. It reveals a long sliver of my back, stopping just above the small of my back, but I like it.
"You look gorgeous. You have to get that." The sales lady compliments me as soon as I step out of the dressing room. I can't tell if she's just saying that, or it actually looks good.
In the end I buy the dress, two pairs of black jeans, three black shirts, and a black leather skirt. As a last thought, I also buy some mascara and eyeliner. Now that I'm Dauntless, I need to fit the part.
When I reach my new apartment, the one that used to be just Tobias's, I notice that the door is slightly open. I figure that we must have just left it open when we left his morning, and push the door open with my shoulder.
"Peter," I gasp when I see him lounging on our bed, his gun twirling on his finger, a malicious smile spread across his face. What is he doing here? I think, but quickly realize he has lots of reasons to hate me, to want to kill me.
"Tris! Or should I say Mrs. Four, my dear friend?" Peter cackles at his own joke as he slides off of our bed and staggers over to me. I quickly realize that he's drunk.
"Peter, don't do anything your going to regret." I try to talk him down, as he gets closer to me. I think about screaming, or running, but I think both of those would end in the same fate at Eric.
"DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!" He roars, and then lets out a howl like laugh. The gun is still twirling around his finger, dangerously pointing every which way in the apartment.
I shuffle to the left, trying to get myself to the dresser, which I know Tobias keeps a knife on top of.
"Don't move again." Peter orders, his teeth gritted, and then cocks his head. He raises his gun and points it at my head. He is only a few feet away from me. The dresser. Get to the dresser, I chant over and over in my head.
"Four! You're here!" I shout and point to the door, which in fact is still shut from when I came in.
As the drunken Peter looks to the door, and looks at it for a few seconds in confusion, I waste no time in grabbing the small knife.
"What! You little bitch!" Peter yells as he realizes Tobias is not there. I don't hesitate to throw my knife as he spins back around to me. It lodges in his left shoulder, and Peter collapses to the ground, his gun falling to the carpet with a thud.
