Can I also mention that I don't own a Divergent book. So sorry if something seems off. Also please review! I'd love to improve but this is my first fanfiction and I don't know how. D:

Four stands next to me like a stone statue as the next landscape settles in. Not that I've seen many of those since art is more Amity's forte, but it's almost like he internally decided to stay fearless because when I glance at him, his eyes are empty of emotion and his face in general is completely expressionless. His hand slips into mine sturdily as if we were knotted like an infinity. My stomach is fluttering. He hasn't touched me like this for two months. As I look away, we're suddenly thrown downward against the floor and forced to let go. The friction between our backs and the jagged surface scrapes and stings as we collide with the rock.

Breathless, I look up and recognize the crimson moon sitting silently in a corner of the black sky. I scramble for edge of the rock but not before water envelopes us. Four reaches for me and pulls me closer, holding me tightly against him with one arm while clinging onto the edge with the other. Another icy wave hits. We're both violently gasping for air but there's a calm in Four's eyes as he observes the situation, unlike me, who's absolutely stricken with terror. I don't have control over anything. "It's not real," he says to me before another wave hits and lobs us over the edge. I let out an embarrassing cry while Four grunts as we hit the rock, his arm slightly twisted. From neck down our bodies dangle in the thrashing water. "It's not real," he says again, kissing my forehead. "You're so strong, Tris."

I breathe heavily as I grasp the edge to try and lighten the weight. It isn't real. I close my eyes which are puffy with salt water. I'm—we're divergent and we know that. I need control. I need to take control because that's the only way out. He kisses me again on the cheek and I bite my lip, trying to calm down. My heart is still racing but not necessarily because of the water. The waves are crashing at slower periods now. I don't feel cold like the ocean anymore. Steam rises from my skin. I feel alive and warm.

Steadily, we push our bodies upward with all the strength we can muster and force ourselves back onto the rock. A wave hits but we stay firm. Shaking, we pick ourselves up. I look resolutely at the red moon who seems small and weak under my stare. Then it vanishes along with the rest of the ocean.

Maybe I'm just getting used simulations again. I haven't gone through one since initiation. Four smiles at me and gives me a triumphant pat on the back.

"Stop that," I groan.

"Stop what?" He retracts his hand as if he's hurt, but I can see the ends of his lip curl upward.

"Smiling. It's not helping me," I take his hand and put it on my racing heart. "It's not helping here."

He just smiles again, and I just groan again. Warmth fills up my cheeks and I look away. He whispers something, but I don't hear it.

"What?"

"I didn't say anything."

I get ready to grab his collar when I realize my arms can't move; they're bound to a post. I wiggle my hands and wrists. They can't move either. I look over my shoulder and find Four struggling a little in the ropes before returning my gaze.

"Hey Stiff!" Four whips his head at the sound, hatred rising in his eyes. This surprises me. Despite calling me that a lot during my initiation, he seems defensive about it …sensitive.His fingers, though bounded by rope, strain to touch mine and curl slightly around them.

Ugly laughter fills the air as Peter and some group of people behind him emerge from the darkness. Peter holds a deathly torch in his hand, the light flickering ominously over his face. Oh yeah. I remember this. I groan. Peter drops the torch carelessly under us, cutely snickering, "Oops." The crowd cackles in sickening chorus with him, some of them chanting "Stiff, Stiff, Stiff…"

I hear the pop as the logs beneath us ignite and sigh, exasperated. The heat suddenly feels very real, but I can tell my blood boils hotter. "I don't understand why he's still in my fear landscape," I growl. "I'm not scared of him. I just hate him." Obviously I'm not scared of him if I can already tell I'm in the fear landscape.

"Sometimes hatred stems from fear," Four says quietly in his instructor voice. My eyebrows furrow in confusion at him. What the hell does that mean? His eyes meet mine like he already knows the answer to my question. I gulp. "What are you afraid of, Tris?"

I bite my lip. How am I supposed to know? I'm not afraid. "I don't know," I say hopelessly as the fire begins licking our feet. Four's body brightens up with the flames and I can't help but notice how good he looks with fire surrounding him, like a true Dauntless. Then I imagine in the gray clothing of Abnegation. They suit him too. Pretty much anything suits him really. The blue of the Erudite, the red of Amity, the black and white of Candor, they all look good on him.

Suddenly the "Stiff" chanting gets louder, shattering my thoughts. I narrow my eyes, agitated, but I look back at Four and sigh, trying to relax. If I don't, we'll get burned up. He'll get burned up.

"What's wrong?" Peter laughs sadistically, watching me struggle to free my arm. "Feeling stiff?"

I shake my head. "I don't care," I retort loudly at the crowd while staring especially menacingly at Peter. "I don't care what you think of me. You don't matter. You don't have control over me. In fact," The ropes loosen. I manage to free one hand and throw a pointed finger at him. "I forgive you."

The crowd and Peter go silent and simply stare at me. Now I feel self-conscious. It sounds so weird coming out of my mouth. Apparently Four thinks so too because I can see him wide-eyed, stifling a chuckle as Peter and the fire falls away into nothing. Four and I fall out of the binding, onto our feet. I rub my arms expecting there to be rope imprints but it remains undamaged, untouched. I hear Four snivel behind me.

"What?" I scowl. My pride is partially hurt.

"I told you before, a long time ago," he says as he steps towards me and holds my cheek in his hand. "I love it when your Abnegation side comes out. You're so…" He kisses my nose. "So brave." The words spill out of his mouth like a drunk sigh, but I fail to understand.

"Do you really forgive him?" he says, raising an eyebrow. His eyes become momentarily cold. "Because I don't." I know what he's talking about. I ignore it.

"What was selfless about that?" I ask, incredulous. "I thought I was just gaining control."

Instead of answering, he just gives me a dismissive wave of his hand and snorts. I cross my arms, pouting. He kisses my nose again. Why is he being so secretive? It's getting old.

"What?"

He laughs. "I love you."

END PART 2

Next chapter will be super long I promise, because it'll have the last three fear landscapes. Have a good day lovelies.