A/N: Whoa another chapter before the week is out?! I Hope you like - I didn't have a whole story line worked out when I originally started writing this story, so I write as ideas flow. Have an idea? Review or PM me!

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Worthy - Chapter 3

Tris' POV

"You have a visitor." I looked up, seeing Edward at my open door. He stepped aside revealing my visitor and my mouth curled into a smile - something I hadn't done in a long time.

"Uriah!" I cried, feeling a relief for seeing someone familiar and from a time before the Faction war. Uriah had always been kind to me. And while I didn't think I deserved his kindness now, after deceiving him, I still welcomed it. Uriah gave a nod to Edward, who then left us alone, closing the door. Uriah crossed the room in 3 strides and knelt beside me, lightly gripping my shoulders and looking at me.

"Tris, are you alright?" Uriah whispered as his dark eyes searched mine, his brows frowning slightly. Uriah seemed older than he did a few weeks ago, tired. He had bags under his reddened eyes, and he didn't wear the carefree smile he had in Dauntless. The losses of Shauna and Lynne were still fresh.

"I'm alive." I responded. I didn't have much else to say. "What are you doing here?" It seemed strange for Uriah to visit me so late at night.

"I'm checking on you. Four is worried." He replied softly, sadness crossing over his eyes. "And I'm worried about you too. You're too Dauntless for your own good sometimes." We sat in silence for a few moments, letting our memories of the last few days wash over us.

"What's happening out there, Uriah? How is Four? Christina? Tori?" Caleb? Since Uriah was among those that helped the Factionless to take over, he wasn't considered a traitor; I hated to think that Christina might be locked away in a cell like I was, for helping me... or worse.

"Four is... dealing. Evelyn is keeping a close watch on him, that's why he can't see you. So he asked me to check on you. Tori is fine; angry, but fine." I remebered Tori's scandalized look when she realized the Factionless had turned on them, and the anger that made Tori a lot scarier than I had ever seen her. I bit my lip - what about Christina?

"Uriah... where is Christina?" I asked quietly. Uriah was playing with his shoelaces while biting on his upper lip.

"Tris... There was nothing any of us could do. The Factionless are trialing everyone they consider criminals. She was found guilty of knowingly going against the alliance... I'm sorry." Uriah choked out, his eyes begging forgiveness. I stared at the floor, wide-eyed in shock. Christina was my best friend. I asked her to help me because I knew her Candor brain would want to find truth over anything else - I manipulated her, and now she was gone for helping me. My eyes started to burn as I tried to hold back the tears that were threatening to burst from behind their barriers. This is my fault. I did this.

"I'm glad you're safe, Uriah." I whispered. I couldn't bear the thought of any more of my friends being put to death because of me.

"Are they going to kill me?" I'd rather know up front; I would be able to come to peace with it.

"I'm not sure. Four bargained with Evelyn to keep you alive, but she's a tricky witch." Uriah admitted. I closed my eyes and rested my forehead on my bent knees, hugging myself into a little ball. I felt Uriah press something cold and sharp into my hand. I opened my eyes and saw Uriah had given me a small, sharp knife.

"Look. I can't lose anyone else. And Four can't lose you. This isn't much, but I know you can do some damage with it. Take it and use it if you need to." Uriah was speaking in a hushed whisper, his eyes emphasizing the urgency.

"I need you to be Dauntless when it counts." He gave me a brief hug and stood up. He knocked on the door 3 times, and left me alone in my dark room. I felt stronger after seeing him, and a small flicked of hope sparked inside me. I silently thanked Uriah and hoped my actions wouldn't get him killed next.

I woke up with a start the next morning to the sound of loud banging on my door. I checked to see that the knife was still stowed away in my sock near my ankle, and breathed a sigh of relief. I stretched and to my surprise my shoulder felt much better. My door opened and Edward waited for me to bring me to the bathroom. I managed to hide the knife clenched between my teeth as I showered silently, wondering what would happen today. I was given a yellow t-shirt and black pants to wear, which I donned after toweling myself dry, and hiding the knife in my sock again. As we walked away from the bathroom I noted that we weren't heading back to my room. I knew better than to ask Edward questions, so I waited until we had come back to the lobby in what used to be Erudite headquarters.

It was packed - it seemed like everyone was there, traitors and non-traitors alike. In the center of the room there seemed to be a small clearing, with three people in the middle. My breath caught in my throat. Tobias, Evelyn, and Marcus. What is going on? Whatever was going to happen, it looked like Evelyn wanted an audience.

"Marcus Eaton. You are being tried for your crimes." Evelyn's voice rang out, silencing the murmurs and talking in the room. Marcus was sitting in a wooden chair, clenching the arm rests so tight his knuckles were white. Tobias stood behind Marcus, scanning the crowd, his eyes stopping when he had found mine. I inclined my head with a barely perceptable nod. I'm ok.

"You are charged with spousal and child assault, forgery of death, and conspiracy against the alliance. How do you plead?" Evelyn's cold eyes taunted her husband.

"I didn't forge death, you did!" Marcus spat. "I thought you were dead!" I looked to Tobias to see his reaction; Tobias' eyes were on his father, contempt palpable. But otherwise, he stood very still. I looked to Evelyn who wore an amused expression.

"How do you plead?" She repeated.

"Guilty." Came Tobias' voice. Evelyn and Marcus' eyes flicked to their son; Marcus' eyes were narrowed in distaste, while Evelyn's were eyeing Tobias with surprise. Tobias looked away from Marcus and raised his eyes to Evelyn.

"He is guilty of assault, forgery of death, and conspiracy." He concluded coldly. Was this Tobias trying to win trust of the people again, like he did in the dining hall of Candor? Evelyn's calculating eyes stilled on Tobias for a moment before she smirked.

"And what do we do with those who are guilty?" She asked with arms wide, turning around to face the crowd.

"Kill them!" shouts rose around me, and I looked to Tobias with horror. Is this what happened with Christina? Were you there when she was tried? Tobias avoided my gaze.

"The people have spoken! He is guilty!" Evelyn roared, and there were more cheers. She walked over to Tobias and handed him her gun. "I believe you should have the honor."

Tobias stared at the gun in his hand, as if making a decision in his head. He pursed his lips into a thin line before checking the barrel and taking the safety off. I looked around for Uriah; I saw him standing off to the side near the exit, Tori, and Zeke nearby. I noticed that they all had guns stowed in the waistband of their clothing - were they allowed weapons now?

I had always wanted Marcus to pay for what he had done to Tobias, and I'd often dreamed I would be the one to do it. I thought that by killing Marcus, justice would be served and I'd feel relieved that he would no longer be a fear in Tobias' landscape. But this seemed like a game. Like it was being done more for humiliation and satisfaction than for true justice. The fact that Evelyn had gathered everyone to watch, was like we were spectators in a ring fight between a puppy and a wolf. I knew that Marcus was not by any means innocent; he had done terrible things and I hated him. But this... wasn't fair.

I heard the metal click of Tobias cocking the gun and holding it to Marcus' forehead. Marcus stared in silent rage at his son, who calmly and evenly said,

"Marcus. Be brave."

A/N: Another cliffhanger! Please review!