Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated this in quite some time but here I am with an update which I hope you enjoy.

All rights belong to the lovely Veronica Roth

Tris POV

"Honestly Tris, I don't think this is such a good idea" Uriah says as he parks the car. I look out the window at our surroundings, first checking we're at the right place and secondly, checking if there is anyone who could be considered a witness before turning to Uriah with a raised eyebrow.

"What do you mean?" I ask and Uriah looks at the ground, clearly contemplating if he should tell me what he is thinking.

"Is it really a good idea to break into a billionaire's house at 3am?" he asks after a moment, his tone exasperated as he looks at me with his big, brown eyes which are begging me not to do anything stupid.

"I'm not breaking into his house, I'm making him pay for what he did to my brother" I say simply as I pull the thick balaclava down over my face and reaching into the backseat to grab the small duffle bag I filled back at Uriah's house. "Now, just keep the car ready to go, I won't be long". With that, I open the car door, step out and slam it shut before starting to jog towards the large hedge surrounding Mr Eaton's mansion.

Once I'm 100% certain I'm no longer in the eyesight of the security cameras, I kneel in front of the hedge and open the duffle bag before pulling out a small pair of secateurs and beginning to cut my way through the hedge until there is a hole large enough for me to crawl through before I drag the duffel bag through afterwards.

Once I'm through, I jog around the house, towards the back of it where I can see a window. Creeping up to it, I reach back into the bag and pull of a crowbar before swinging it at the window and watching the glass shatter. I know it won't be long until someone comes to investigate what the noise was, so again reaching into the bag, I pull out a container of gasoline and a small pack of matches. Unscrewing the top of the container, I pour the gasoline through the window until the container is empty. Taking a few steps back, I pull out 3 of the matches and light them before chucking them through the window, picking up the duffle bag and breaking into a sprint.

The reaction is instantaneous. The sudden explosion causes the rest of the glass in the window frame to shatter and if I had stayed where I was previously standing, chances are I'd be suffering from third degree burns.

Not looking back, I all but dive through the hole I created in the fence and sprint to Uriah's car, hauling the door open quickly and diving in before screaming at Uriah to drive. His foot presses down on the accelerator and we speed away from Mr Eaton's house which is slowly being engulfed by flames.

"Mr Eaton's house went up in flames earlier this morning because of what police believe to be faulty electrics. Thankfully, no one was killed in the fire but some of Mr Eaton's staff have suffered from some minor burn injuries" the reporter on the T.V. tells us before Uriah is turning it off.

"Tris, I know you wanted to get revenge on Marcus for what I did to your brother, if I was in your shoes, I probably would have done the same but you can't take this out on innocent people who have never done anything wrong" Uriah scolds and I roll my eyes.

"I know but what happened to the old Uriah who would have been pumped on adrenaline after something like this, back then you would have claimed that this was amazing and you were proud of me. What changed?" I ask, looking him dead in the eye as he sighs.

"I grew up, Tris. I met a girl who showed me that there is more to life than doing things that could potentially put other people's lives at risk. The only reason I helped you out tonight is because you are my friend, not because I was looking for revenge. Yes, I miss your brother. Yes, I'm pissed that he was murdered but we all knew it was coming. Caleb had been mixing with the wrong crowd for too long and he knew just as well as everyone else that he wasn't going to live forever" Uriah says, his tone not angry but tired and I stare at him until he sighs again.

"Why don't you just spend the night here and I'll take you home in the morning" Uriah says before starting to walk up the stairs. "Goodnight Tris" he says as he switches the lights off. I don't respond.

As I lay in the darkness, I start to think about what Uriah says. I knew Caleb wasn't going to live forever, fuck, I knew he probably wasn't going to make it to 22 which he didn't. I miss him though. In the back of my mind even though I knew there was no possibility of it ever happening, I always imagined Caleb being around my entire life; walking me down the aisle on my wedding day, being able to bitch to him if I had a bad day at work.

Unfortunately, I'm torn out of my train of thought by a hand wrapping itself around my throat and pulling me off the couch and onto the floor. A shocked scream tears its way out of my throat as the person's fist slams into my face repeatedly and I begin to feel hot blood starting to drip its way from my nose and into my mouth.

Squirming desperately, I somehow matching to kick my leg up and have it hit the intruder in the face making him pull away and giving me enough time to scramble up and sprint into the kitchen and pulling a butcher's knife out of the knife block. Unfortunately, I feel a hand wrap around my neck and squeeze and without the thinking, I raise the knife and stab it into his hand.

Screams fill the house as I turn around and shove this stranger off me before running out of the kitchen, up the stairs and stumbling onto the landing before colliding with another body. Uriah.

"Tris! Oh my god, are you alright?" Uriah gasps as he takes in my blood covered face and tear-stained cheeks. I try to speak, to tell Uriah what happened but the only words I can get out of my mouth is;

"The Kitchen".

Uriah nods before pushing me behind him and cautiously walking down the stairs as I follow behind him, my small, shaking hands clinging to the back of his loose t-shirt.

As we slowly enter the kitchen, I watch as Uriah looks about until he stops dead, his eyes glued to floor. Peering over his shoulder, I see a large blood stain on the floor and I can fell the cool night breeze coming from the slightly ajar back door.

I didn't realise I used rhyme at the end until now.