Chapter Three: A Whole New World, A Whole New War.

*Tris POV*

War. That's all I can use to explain this place. War. I don't even know where we're at. But if there is war going on, I can already decide one thing: this place is not an ideal hiding spot to stay so we can come up with a plan to fight back Jeanine, Eric, Max, and the other Dauntless leaders. I exchange a look with Tobias and I say, "Any other place we can go?"

"Nothing that I know of," he answers. "Sorry Tris."

"It's fine," I say. "Let's just get out of here and to somewhere safer." We stalk behind the buildings we were just on top of.

"Jump over the fence?" Tobias asks.

"If there is no other ideas. We're in a war zone, we need to leave or find cover." There is a close by explosion and I spot a flying craft, not an airplane, in the sky sending down firebombs that are nearly causing earthquakes. Earthquakes make me think of earth, which make me think of underground, which makes me think of the Dauntless compound and Al's suicide, as well as Christina, Uriah, and Tori out there. And the fact that I killed Will…..

No, I can't think about that right now. I shake my head for focus. Another bomb shakes the ground, knocking me down. "Tris!" Tobias shouts.

"I'm fine, Tobias!" I reassure him, even though I'm lying. I think my gunshot wound is starting to bleed again. I get up. "We need to leave!"

"Not with those airships. We could get caught because the fence on the outside is in open land. We need to find shelter." More bombs. We need to find shelter and find out what the hell is going on. We run and find an open door in one of the buildings we ran over. Tobias walks in, grabs my hand, and pulls me in and shuts the door.

As soon as we're in, I hear, "Who are you?" I freeze up. We turn around and see two adults, a man and a woman, staring at us wearing clothes that are beat up, factionless clothes.

"I'm….Tris," I say, shakily.

"I'm Four," Tobias says. I don't know why he's calling himself Four here, but now's not the time to ask him that.

"Are you from the Capitol?" the man asks. He looks concerned, and I now just notice the guns pointed at us. Luckily, Tobias secured both of ours when we left Amity, and he's handing him min behind his back so they don't notice it.

"No, Dauntless," I say. They look confused. I remember, this is not our city, it's a different civilization. They might not even have any factions.

"Dauntless?" the woman asks. Their guns are still pointed at us. I need to stay calm, even though this is not a simulation. I am Dauntless. I am brave.

"Listen," Tobias begins. "We're not from here. We're from the city to the east of here, that's locked down by a fence."

"Liar!" the man shouts, focusing his aim on Tobias. "After District 6, there is some wilderness before you hit District 13, the base for this whole rebellion! No city behind walls." District 6? That must be where we are, I guess.

"Yes there is!" I exclaim.

"You must be from the Capitol!" the woman yells. "No one would give us false information, except them." She focuses aim on me.

"We're not lying!" I say angrily. I'm losing my patience.

"Tris!" Tobias harshly whispers. "Calm down!"

"No," I reply. "They are threatening us." I raise my gun and aim at the man and Tobias raises his gun towards the woman. "Don't shoot or we'll shoot."

"We'll willingly kill anyone who works for the Capitol!" the man says.

"We're not from the Capitol!" Tobias says. "If we all lower our guns, we can explain. You just need to give us a chance." This is self-defense. Abnegation would not approve, but standing our ground is pure Dauntless.

The man looks to the woman for approval, the they lower their guns. "We'll listen. If we don't believe you, we'll kill you to make sure you can't return to the Capitol."

"Fair enough," Tobias replies. He signals me to lower my gun, so I do.

"Come," the woman says. We follow her and we walk into a group of four other adults, and six children. All the children seem like they would be way too young for the aptitude tests. The tell us to sit in the middle of this tense group and they shackle our hands together. Oddly enough, they don't take our guns away. When they finished shackling us, the woman says, "Now explain yourselves."

"Could you tell us where we are I first?" I ask. The woman looks a little angry that I asked that, probably because the prisoners are asking questions when they need answers.

"Tris, patience," Tobias tells me. He faces the others. "We are from the city east from here, Chicago."

"Chicago was destroyed in a nuclear attack a long time ago," the man says. "We learned that in school."

"No it wasn't," Tobias says. "The lake absorbed all the radiation and dried out. It became a swamp. Chicago seceded from Panem in 2056 because of issues dealing with the rebuilding of infrastructure in the city after the rebellion that brought Panem to be." So Panem, is this where we are? "Also, there was widespread corruption in the city government and the populace was tired of it. They attempted a military coup d'etat and succeeded. The new city government held a vote with all the citizens within the Chicago metropolitan area and they chose to secede and become secluded from the Capitol's reign."

"Hold on," I say. The man and woman stare daggers at me, but I need to know. "How do you know this stuff, 'Four'?" The way I stress "Four" shows that I know that's not his real name.

"Tris, I can explain later," he says. "Our lives are on the line and I want to save our butts. So, be quiet for now." I just stare at him. "Anyways, when Chicago seceded, they felt that war and corruption has scavenged the Earth for too long, so they sought to figure out a reason why. There were disagreements about what the cause was, over five specific parts of human error: ignorance, aggression, duplicity, selfishness, and cowardice. In order to quell any arguments about what the cause was, there would be five factions formed depending on which error they blamed for the mistakes of the past. Those who blamed ignorance formed Erudite, Amity blamed aggression, Candor blamed duplicity…" He breathes in before he continues. "Abnegation blamed selfishness, and Dauntless blamed cowardice. So the Erudite are intelligent, the Amity are peaceful, the Candor are honest, the Abnegation are selfless, and the Dauntless are brave."

"How can we believe you?" the woman asks.

"Go outside the fence and travel east about two hours, you'll run into the Amity compound and probably see the skyline of the city;" I say.

"Not during a civil war!" the man shouts. "We are at war with the Capitol. We can't betray our fellow rebels just to see if these wanderers are right or wrong!"

"What would make you believe us?" I ask.

"Proof," the man replies.

"Tris, our tattoos," Tobias says nervously. Right, he doesn't want anyone to see him with that much clothing off. He barely wanted me to see them, and I'm his girlfriend. He looks to the crowd of people. "We have tattoos of the seals of these factions. If you need proof, we'll show you. No random person would ink their skin up on fake thoughts, you know?"

"Fine," the mans says. "Show us."

I take off my cover shirt, leaving me in my undershirt. My tattoos of the seals of Dauntless and Abnegation as well as the ravens are in visible sight. Tobias takes his over and undershirts off, revealing the tattoos of the seals of all the factions. The children seem really interested in them, but the adults are examining them, making sure they're real.

"Okay, we believe you," the woman finally says. I relax. We both redress and get our shackles removed by the other adults. "Your names were again?"

"Tris," I say.

"Four," Tobias says. Why is he doing that?

"Four, like the number?" one of the young kids ask.

He laughs, "Yes, like the number."

"Ok, Tris and Four," says the man. "My name is Spike and this is my wife, Alexis. We apologize for acting so rash. We're in war, so it's a natural feeling."

"It's fine," I say. "Hi, Spike and Alexis. If you don't mind me asking, where are we?"

Alexis answers, "Since we know you're not from here, we'll explain. But first, come sit. You aren't prisoners anymore." I nod and sit down, Tobias coming next to me, grabbing my hand.

A little child asks, "Are you two a couple?"

"Oh, yeah we are sweetie," I say. The little child, is a girl, smiles. Abnegation selflessness involves being really sweet to people, just like Amity, only it's so we can help them, not just basic kindness. We need to help these people.

"Okay," Spike begins. "You are in Panem." So my guess was right. "This is District 6, the transportation district."

"So you transport people here from throughout the country?" I ask, feeling dumb afterwards.

Alexis laughs. "Haha no honey. We manufacture transportation items for automobiles and trains, as well as just producing them as well." Oh. I wonder if people jump off trains here in Panem. "There are twelve districts, each one set to one specific industry. One is Luxury, Two is Masonry, Three is Technology, Four is Fishing, Five is Power, Six, of course, is Transportation, Seven is Lumber, Eight is Textiles, Nine is Grain, Ten is Livestock, Eleven is Agriculture, and Twelve is, or well, was, Coal Mining." Was?

"What about District Thirteen you talked about earlier?" I ask. Tris has all the questions.

"Well," Spike says. "There was a rebellion 75 years ago. Thirteen ran the rebels against the Capitol. The Capitol drew a bargain that if Thirteen went into hiding and acted like they were destroyed, they would be left alone. When the Capitol won the war, the yearly event, the Hunger Games, were implemented. One teenage boy and girl between 12-18 years of age were reaped in each district in a fight to the death on live TV." Wow, this makes Dauntless even under Eric sound like a safe haven, and he forced Christina to hang over the chasm for five minutes.

"Fight to the death?" I ask. They nod. "No one ever had to do that in our city. The worst would be living factionless, in poverty with the least desirable jobs."

"We lived in that our whole lives," Alexis shrugs. "Oh and District Thirteen came out of hiding to be the headquarters for the whole rebellion now. We rebelled because of the Hunger Games and the constant oppression and poverty we're being forced under. We wish to overthrow the Capitol."

"I see," Tobias says. "How do we get to this District 13?"

"Well," Spike says. "Go east, I guess past Chicago, and keep going until you find a military compound. But that will take you days. A hovercraft of supplies will land as soon as the Capitol bombers are cleared out of here by rebels. That can take you to 13."

"Ok," Tobias replies, then he faces me. "Do you think we should ask this military headquarters for help from Jeanine, Max, and Eric?"

"Seems as good as any plan we could come up with," I say. "Let's try it." We get up. "Thank you, Spike and Alexis, kids, and the other people we met that we don't know the names of." We walk out and get hugs from the kids.

"Good luck you guys," Alexis says.

"Thank you," Tobias says, and we're out of there. The bombing is done and there is a hovercraft dropping off supplies. We decide to board the craft and we find people in a tense group within it. There is a guy rattling on about weaponry as there is a girl curled in a seat, bored, a guy with his eyes trained on her, two cameramen and a shaved head person, I think it's a woman, within the group. We join the group and I notice they are wearing gray like the Abnegation, but it's not as muted. The weapons guy looks up.

"Do we know you?" he asks in a nice tone.

"I'm Tris, and this is…" I say, getting cut off by Tobias.

"Four," he says, butting in. Why is he pulling Four? "We're from Chicago; we came because we need help. Can you take us to District 13?"

"That is where we are headed, so yeah, stay aboard," the one man says. "I'm Plutarch, and this is Katniss, Gale, Pollux, Cressida, and Castor." He's pointing everyone out as he names them. Katniss looks sick and Gale seems like he really is trying to take care of her.

"Ok," Tobias says. "Come on Tris, let's sit down." I nod. "We're almost there. We might be able to return soon and stop Erudite from taking over the city." He looks at my shoulder. "Your gun wound is opened up. Do you have medics on board?" I guess it has opened up. I'm surprised Alexis and Spike didn't notice when we showed our tattoos about the factions.

"Yes," Plutarch says. He types into a keyboard and a medic comes out through the door in the side of the room.

"We'll be there soon, Tris," Tobias says. "She's going to take care of your wound. Please try and relax." I nod and as they pump something from an injection, which I'm too weary to fight it, into my arm, I fall asleep.

*Tobias/Four POV*

I watch as the medic cleans Tris's gun wound and as she falls asleep on the medicine they gave her. She looks so calm and relaxed, when I definitely am not. I never would have thought Tris and I would ever have to come to Panem; I never thought I'd have to return. Tris doesn't know, and I really don't want her to know. I am not just Tobias Eaton, son of Abnegation leader Marcus Eaton, a Divergent with four fears, or was the top of my initiate group during my Dauntless initiation two years ago. I am Tobias Eaton, victor of the Seventy-first Annual Hunger Games.

Note: Big icebreaker at the end. Wonder when Tobias will have the guts to tell Tris that he was in the Hunger Games once before. And this occurred near the end of Chapter 9 in Mockingjay, only Katniss was too out of it to notice they stopped at District 6 real quick for a supply drop off. Everyone who has read Mockingjay knows what's next. Please Review!